I fucking love Donnie Darko. The character and the film. https://youtu.be/ZZyBaFYFySk You know what? I love that everyone hated it when it came out. Because that makes it easier to pick cool people out of a crowd. If Donnie Darko gets you all jacked up, and frantically seeking out a white board that you can … Continue reading Terrifying Rabbits and Darko Philosophy
Oh, lort. I have worn the same size clothes since the girls were born. Basically. I think I may have gone down one jeans size since then, but it would have been immediately after they were born due to the fact that nearly seventeen pounds of human being/human being life support system got removed from … Continue reading Loose Jeans and Zombie Jesus
I saw this when I was at YHS today. In their defense, there is a Head Start class or two that uses that bathroom. So. Probably it's for them. It still made me feel really sad and uncomfortable and judged and evaluated as I peed. So. I shared it on Facebook earlier today and I … Continue reading Three Seashells and Winning
This is a big, big day for me y'all. My homegirl is coming back. Roseanne is like my mascot. I grew up idolizing her. I wasn't raised in a family of loud women. The women in my family were quiet, and mostly well-behaved. They weren't weak. My mom definitely ran the show, I think, but … Continue reading Hanged Men and Roseanne is my Homegirl
First of all, read my column. It was good this week. If I do say so myself. And I do. Because it is. Okay. I need to come clean. I did something stupid. It was a common sense mistake that I shouldn't have made, as many of my mistakes tend to be. It was my … Continue reading Meth Pipes and Mea Culpa
Oh me oh my. I'm officially on hour twelve. At least another four to go. Girls will be home soon and... Oh. Look at that. You just traveled another three hours into the future. That was a three hour paragraph break right there. Thats exactly what that three hours felt like, too. Like for real, … Continue reading Dinking Lice and Cherry Poppin’
Karate (twice a week) and yoga (once a week) nights mean that I need to tighten up my dinner game. My kids are cranky when they get off that afternoon bus and I don't do snacks in my car because I've vacuumed up all of the crushed Goldfish crackers and Capri Sun I'm going to … Continue reading F*cking Dinner and Survey Says
