Steve and I like two genres of TV: well-written, thoughtful shows and smutty reality shows. Any of that shit in between, we don't waste our time on. We always end up watching each other's shows, sooner or later. So when Parenthood came out awhile ago, it was a bit surprising I didn't even give it... Continue Reading →
one in a million
I sat at Happy Hour the other day, drinking my Dr. Pepper (don't even think about getting on me about drinking caffeine while I'm pregnant - I wasn't having a margarita like I really wanted) and listening to the girls I work with talk about relationships. I thought about Steve and smiled at how lucky... Continue Reading →
collars, buttons, laces
Confession: I have a new obsession. It's buying stuff. That part is not new, I've always loved some good retail therapy. But now I'm buying baby clothes like they're going to stop making them as of December 31st. This baby isn't even born, he doesn't have a crib or a bottle or one of those... Continue Reading →
sanity-retrieving rituals
I came home tonight from a long stressful day of work on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I'm a nervous kind of person - that's what they used to call nearly-insane people before they had titles for them like "bipolar" and "manic" and "depressed."I haven't felt myself lately. I can always tell when I'm... Continue Reading →
giving thanks
Since every blogger in the world is writing about what they're thankful for, maybe I should, too. Not because I'm a band wagoner, but because I never really do stop and think of what I'm thankful for. I'm much more likely to bitch about what I'm ungrateful about. But in the spirit of holiday cheer,... Continue Reading →
our baby has an identity
Since the day we found out we were expecting, Steve and I began picking out boy names. But let me back that up even further: since I was a girl, I didn't imagine my perfect wedding, instead I imagined my perfect family which consisted of a loving husband and me and two boys. The only... Continue Reading →
Upgrading
It's that time of year again: the time when I read The Catcher in the Rye and start saying "god damn" in every god damn sentence. Every year when I read it, I want to start writing in J.D. Salinger style. So tonight I wrote this:Up until a year ago, I drove a yellow 1990... Continue Reading →
McFlurries
I am one feisty pregnant woman. I'm always feisty. But being hormonal gives me an even bigger attitude. Just what I need. I am the only person you know who would get in a fight with the McDonald's manager at the drive-thru window. My friend and I wanted ice cream, and since my first love,... Continue Reading →
preparation
I had some bitchy, snarky things to say, some complaints to make which have been welling up inside of me. I have been pretty irritable and it doesn't take much to set me off these days. But while I was sitting on the couch, watching tv, Steve came and sat down, holding the free American... Continue Reading →
bully disease
It's only October 3rd and I'm ready to declare, "I'm aware of breast cancer." I'm aware of it without needing to see pink ribbons everywhere and pink cleats on NFL players and yogurt tops and "race for the cure" and "Susan B. Komen foundation" on T-shirts and signs and buses. I'm aware of breast cancer... Continue Reading →
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