My mom and I moved away from South Carolina when I was about 3. I guess. I was a little too young to remember and she’s probably in the bed so I can’t check this particular fact. But when we moved away is not nearly as relevant as that we did and the events that…
completely irrational
Where I find myself asking “why me?”
I’ve been chewing on this post and tiptoe-ing around the taboo since announcing this pregnancy for fear of offending or ostracizing or something to someone. Or myself from the rest of the universe. But I can’t NOT write this. I’ve had over a month for this pregnancy to sink in and I’m still not sure…
I came here to say something awesome and all I did was whine
At some point, I’m going to tell you about the awesome day we had on Saturday. Which was much needed after I hugged the toilet for the first time in two pregnancies on Friday night and cried about it. (Domino’s pizza–I love you. The first time. And yes. I cried about puking.) And then at…
I almost quoted Hamlet. Then realized what I was saying.
I am crazy tired. Because I’m crazy busy. I feel like there are a million things going on in my life right now and I am drowning under the emotional weight of them all. Ever since that plane from San Diego landed, which feels like a freaking eternity ago, I have been go-go-go. Cheer practice…
The Shoenicorn strikes back
So this afternoon, I was allegedly trying on my outfits for BlogHer (what? You didn’t do that? Liar.) when I made a most ridiculous discovery. The kind of discovery which MUST be shared. Y’all know about the Shoenicorn and how much I love her, right? I love her so much I started a worldwide manhunt…