A heady relationship
Things were wonderful in the beginning. I felt supported, like someone “had my back.” I slept like a baby, and woke without a care in the world. And then things gradually deflated. No more sleeping like a baby. I would …
Just for me
So about that detox diet
Oh, just putting “detox diet” in the title and first line is guarandamnteeing that the Google freaks and Twitter bots find this and spam the hell out of this post. Spam=bad. Bacon=good. Mmmmm…..bacon….. Uh, sorry. Where was I? Oh yeah. …
Which is more painful: childbirth or a job search? Discuss.
Having suffered through both childbirth and job searches in the past, you’d think one would be far more painful. And you’d be correct. Giving birth without drugs is far less painful than a job search. At the tail end of …
Dear So and So…The Apology Edition
As I am convinced that this here little blog is a megaphone to the universe, and Murphy and his little Law in particular, I offer up a slew of apologies (but no sacrifices, I’m fresh out of goats) in hopes …
The story of a dress
This is the story of a dress. A blue dress. No, not the blue dress of infamy, but my blue dress. The one that, when anyone who saw me in it is asked about the blue dress, goes “oh yeah…that dress!” …
Runner’s High? I’m not feeling a Runner’s High
As a general rule, I’m not a huge fan of running. I don’t run for shoe sales, I don’t run for wedding dresses, I might run if I’m being chased. And yet I signed up for a 10k training class. …
Healthy Living
Things behind the scenes here at the House of Chaos are off the fucking charts a little more chaotic than usual. Nothing I can talk about (GAH! I hate it when people do that, hinting at a problem but refusing …
What makes me happy
In an attempt to regain some perspective this week I am totally ripping this off from Carmen at Mom to the Screaming Masses. Ten things that make me happy. I’m up to the challenge… Taking my boys to the movies, …
What would you do
If you would just get up off your 21st century butt and do it? Not “what would you do if you knew you would not fail.” That’s a cop out. If I knew I wouldn’t fail, I’d steal a dirigible …
Control and the gym
I’ve never been a gym rat. Not even close. In fact, I’d be the exact opposite of whatever a gym rat might be. A practice room flamingo perhaps. The point being, I’m not terribly athletic, have never really felt the …