Warning….if you are one of my friends, this post is mostly likely about you.
I mean, it’s about me, but it’s about you.
So one of my closest friends just had a baby. Her name is Brooklyn Tatum McCool and yes, she’s adorable. I could ooh and aah and coo and drool if you want. Because some babies are cute, and she is. And one person having a baby is cute and fun, however, one of my other friends just got pregnant. Not to mention my sister-in-law just had another baby and another friend is expecting baby number 2 in a few months.
And I’m thinking, “AH! It’s a pandemic explosion of baby fever! Don’t get too close, I’ve heard it’s catching!” Read the rest of this entry »
I was reading this blog I recently found….thanks to my friend James, and besides liking/relating to the humor, I found this line particularly interesting;
Now I’m not one to be dramatic about slight pain - save for the creative cursing- so Husband had to pry it out of me.
I’m thinking to myself…hmmmm, I’m not dramatic about slight pain either…oh wait, yes I am!
Here’s my philosophy:
I don’t suffer in silence.
I don’t see the point of it. Why should you not only have to suffer, but also keep it bottled up? It just doesn’t make sense to me. If I’m miserable, then I’m going to let everyone else know about it. Read the rest of this entry »

Why is it that people lose themselves after they get married? What is it about marriage that makes people have identity issues or drive and ambition issues?
I’d love to sit in my pink tower, pointing my finger, and laughing at the hoi polloi wives who seem to be rudderless in the sea of coupldom, but I can’t because I’m pretty much rowing in a circle right next to them.
I’m a pretty strong willed person, driven, opinionated with definite ideas on what I’d like my future to look like, but now I seem to be faltering where I didn’t before. And it’s not my husband’s fault, so that leaves me only one person to blame….crap.
Let’s examine the evidence: Read the rest of this entry »
1. I saw a homeless man on roller skates pushing his grocery cart in Daisy Duke denim shorts. The tiny shorts go with roller skates but skates don’t really seem to go with homelessness.
2. I think The Steve Miller Band made up the word pompitous. As in “Some people call me Maurice, cause I speak of the pompitious of love.”
4. Full frontal nudity in the aforementioned movie. Why? There was no need, I got the idea, I knew he was naked, I didn’t need to see the whole package.
5. A chain of restaurants called The Pink Taco…again, I ask why?
6. My husband feels that members of the so called “Club Brown” are intrinsically more high-maintenance than other women, however, women from my family could potentially be the highest maintenance of all.
7. As we drove to San Antonio this weekend, my husband and I had a conversation with my friend and her fiance about the morality of Meredith and Derek and the raw talent of Michael and Kayne. I have officially crossed over into the sad sad realm of people who talk about TV show characters as if they are people I actually know and interact with enough to call them by only their first names.
There are only a few instance in my life when I’ve actually thought to myself, “This is perfect.”
I remember being an undergrad and it was December in New Mexico. I worked on campus, so I took a break and walked over to the book store. It was a nice 7 minute walk and I bought a Mulled Spiced Cider in honor of the weather and the season, and because I had a minor crush on the barista who was also in my Honors class. We innocently flirted for a few minutes and I left with a smile on my face. As I walked back I was enjoying the cold weather and the anticipation of snow. I had plans for the evening and I was looking forward to spending some time with my friends. Outside of the music building, there was a tuba quartet playing Christmas carols outside, which struck me as bizarre, but made me happy since I love Christmas music.