In two weeks, we are on the road to a new home. In two weeks, we officially say goodbye to all the familiar and blow our comfort zone into the ether. I keep feeling like our little troupe is a bunch of badasses. I’m so grateful our family chose each other because I can’t imagine this journey with anyone else. My greatest teachers and loves. My best friends.
See these pants? These are awesome pants. They are bright purple, fuzzy, AAH! Real Monsters pajamas. These awesome pants took her youngest to the bus this morning. The woman in these awesome pants had a feeling there were going to be problems, but didn't think about pants. Because she doesn't think about pants. Today, however,... Continue Reading →
I joined Instagram a few months ago, and in seconds, I noticed one reoccurring theme: Yoga Selfies. I've read a lot of articles bashing them, and while I'm not going to bash them, I am going to question their intentions. (Maybe I'll bash them a little) If you aren't on Instagram or you don't know what... Continue Reading →
I played Wax Tailor's version of How I Feel for my friend the other day, and she played the Michael Bublé version for me in response. Both versions me into a beautifully relaxing, appreciative realm for all things within this crazy thing called life. I have been sitting here for hours trying to get my thoughts... Continue Reading →
Narcissistic overshare *ahem* update The long story short is: I am having an allergic reaction to Lamictal and I may have early signs of SJS. The rash isn't a symptom of SJS because it's itchy, but my mouth ulcers are. SJS is a really nice acronym for a skin condition where the rash bubbles up and... Continue Reading →
I am presently on a roll. That's a lie, I'm on a couch. This weekend, I spent a lot of time outside. I took one of my friends to St. Pete's - since apparently I just take everyone I know there. The first time I went was with my ex-boyfriend, and I refused to do... Continue Reading →
Murphy’s Law With back to school this week for my gang, I feel it is pertinent to make some additions to Murphy's Law of Motherhood: 7. You are not waking children in the morning. You are waking replicants of your childhood self as punishment for every morning you ruined for your own mother. Remember, pants... Continue Reading →
For the first time in, I don’t even know how long, I’m writing how I used to. I’m in my bathrobe, my hair is soaking wet, and I’m listening to Maynard. None of this is relevant, except maybe that I’m listening to Thirteenth Step album by APC. “What goes up, must come down” popped in... Continue Reading →