Okay, so this isn’t a “mommyhood” confession, but I’ve been trying to get this post written for a week now and no dice. Other things have gotten in my way. That’s cool and all, but it’s time for me to tell y’all that while I suck at some things, I know I don’t suck at…
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Success is counted sweetest
It was a June morning. Sunny, but not overly hot like Georgia summers can be. What we call a “mild” day in the south. I was nervous. Afraid I’d be late. Afraid I’d get lost. Just afraid. I climbed out of my car in the parking deck and made my way down the stairs to…
Now I’m a tortoise.
194.5. ONE NINETY FOUR POINT FIVE. I’m seeing progress, people. Slow, steady progress. But I’m only seeing that progress on the scale, really. My body? Still looks mostly the same. Except my size 16 skinny jeans get too big too fast. The jeans have stretch in them. And stretch? Stretches out. So then they are…
Sometimes I’m an ostrich. Right now I’m a lemming.–SMCS
Because nearly every blogger worth her salt has written about the Royal Wedding, I thought I’d chime in too. I mean, why not, right? Oh? Because you’re over it already? Well, that was fast. Here’s my deal about this whole thing. It chaps my assets that every available network and the Weather Channel (yes, them…
Dudes. This blows.
Here’s a warning before you get any further into this post. If you are my Uncle Terry or a man NOT married to me, or a wayward student who has randomly found me (please God not that), or someone who is skeeved out by talks of vaginas and periods and other gross things, don’t read…