Millions of bloggers are busy compiling their “best of 2010 whatever” posts so they may properly reflect upon the year that was 2010. I’m sure some of them actually had a good 2010. I am not one of those bloggers, nor am I bitter or…
I really don’t blog about my pants enough. In fact, the last time I blogged about my pants, I was at MJ’s house and received a call from Freedom at like 6 in the morning and, well, now he inhabits the basement. Where will this pantastic blo…
I am so happy that 2010 is ending. I cannot begin to express my delight in waving goodbye to this horrid, horrid year. Granted, I had quite a bit of fun, but the last half has been… meh. I’m done. I’m also don, because I cannot type a…
There’s no other way to describe it. From the series of phone calls today, to the support of my friends online and even the offer to help me financially from someone I just kind of know… I am a lucky, lucky girl. Y’all are awesome. Ea…
When staring at that blank page that writers tend to face, all the experts, the icons and the idiots say to just start writing, no matter how intimidating that entire page may be. So, what the hell, I’m writing. I’m blogging. I’m proc…
That’s what my summary tarot card said for my week. For those of you who are just stalking me for my online awesomeness, and don’t know my OCD habits, I have a daily (well, weekly, now) ritual of drawing tarot cards for myself to see how th…
Finally, a day out of NoVa! The kiddos, Freedom and I took the opportunity to flee Stepford on Saturday and head, well, anywhere. It was well past time to get the hell out and have some fun. Out. Away. Gone. Vamoosed. Did we go to Baltimore and hang ou…
After spending the morning in a classroom full of Kindergarteners, then running errands and thus avoiding work for the past 7 hours… I am awesome. I am awesome because no matter what, I make time for my kids. I work, sometimes I manage to clean, …
Its been one heckuva week, Brownie. 1. Don’t ask me to do something, or say to “go ahead” on a work concept and then question me, over a month later, about what I’m doing. Its getting old, and I’m about to replace you with…
