Throw Back Thursday
Me. Age 6. Soooo…1974.
I’m working on my 1st Tumblr.

Throw Back Thursday
Me. Age 6. Soooo…1974.
I’m working on my 1st Tumblr.

My husband just called to ask if I was dressed.

Then we laughed and laughed

All this time
I drank you like the cure when maybe
you were the poison.
— Clementine von Radics (via quotes-shape-us)

No “maybe” about it

 GPOYW
Cranky face edition
I’m wiped out (6+ hrs in the car)
Makeup’s wiped off
Grumpy damn husband
Let’s put this day to bed

GPOYW
Cranky face edition
I’m wiped out (6+ hrs in the car)
Makeup’s wiped off
Grumpy damn husband
Let’s put this day to bed

 There are rabbits everywhere this year

There are rabbits everywhere this year

Apparently I stutter

Or my iPhone posted that picture twice!

 True Story

True Story

 GPOYW. Yes, over there. On the right. The other blonde is Autiboy. He’s trying to beat me in Tic Tac Toe too. But I am a master.

GPOYW. Yes, over there. On the right. The other blonde is Autiboy. He’s trying to beat me in Tic Tac Toe too. But I am a master.

 I’m playing Tic-Tac-Toe with Six.
Hell no! I don’t let her win.
She gets enough of that “everybody gets a trophy!” BS at school.

I like to teach my kids that losing is a part of life, and it’s ok, especially if you learn from the loss.

Ok, so she’s learning that she hates losing BUT all those circled games are games where neither one of us won. She’s learning how to block me too! 
And she’s laughing about it.

I’m playing Tic-Tac-Toe with Six.
Hell no! I don’t let her win.
She gets enough of that “everybody gets a trophy!” BS at school.

I like to teach my kids that losing is a part of life, and it’s ok, especially if you learn from the loss.

Ok, so she’s learning that she hates losing BUT all those circled games are games where neither one of us won. She’s learning how to block me too!
And she’s laughing about it.

Today has been a Poopy Day

It started almost immediately. I woke up. Walked to the bathroom. Discovered no one had flushed (not uncommon in my household of children) so I bent to flush and my scrunchie fell outta my hair, into the toilet, and landed on…you guessed it.

Luckily, my reflexes were good enough to stop the flush. If only they had been good enough to catch the scrunchie.

Then, I put the To Do List down long enough to venture outside to sit in the sun for an hour or so. Gotta start slow when you’re as pale as I am. What does that movie say? So white I may as well be clear.  But I digress, I’m sitting there loving the warmth of the sun, when a stoopit bird poohs on me. I think it was pooh. It was liquid and white (shut up), right on my boob (shut up again). Just a little, but enough to chase me inside. While trying not to vomit, I convinced myself that women pay thousands of dollars for bird poop skin treatments. I got jizzed pooped on for free.

Which reminds me of a funny story about school. Last week this 7th grade girl came to me wanting to know if she could call home. When I asked why, she said to ask her mother to bring her another pair of pants and in total oversharing mode, went on to tell me because the ones she was wearing had excrement on them. Only with her braces it sounded like “Eshcrement” so I asked “Have what on them?” and she said “eshcrement” again, which gave me the giggles, so I gave her the phone cuz I just wanted the story to stop before I had to hear how it got there.

Sidebar: I may have sunburned my bewbs anyways.