So I had my 20 week sonogram on Tuesday. I spent the night before bouncing off the walls and talking too much, and the day-of feeling like I was going to throw up. The sono wasn’t just about finding out the sex, it was about whether Tater was growing correctly, had all the right parts,
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Grammy Moments…in the Messy Household
I must preface this with saying that I know how my marriage will end, and it will be with me beating Jethro over the head with the fancy Logitech Harmony One Universal Remote with Color Touchscreen that I bought him for Christmas and he can’t figure out how to use but won’t admit it. Jethro
Baby Freak-Out No. 1*
So, I’m truckin’ along, finally feeling human enough to get some cleaning done (some as in very little) when I discover an information card from an old wallet of mine. You know, the kind you get with your wallet that you can list all your personal information on in case you lose your wallet or
I aspire, aspire, aspire…
Aspire is a funny word. It means not only to seek to attain a goal, but to also ascend and soar. Who doesn’t want to soar, to rise to the heavens and shine like a star? Well. As long as you don’t crash and burn. I don’t aspire as often as I used to. I
Before and After
As much as I’d like to think that pregnancy hasn’t changed me, my first trimester done messed my world UP. Aside from the constant weirdness physically —”I’m hot! My boobs hurt! I’m cold! Hug me! I’m gonna throw up! My head hurts! GOD, I’m so tired! Don’t touch me! Why is it so HOT in
DO NOT LIKE, Part duex.
1. Falling So I did something awesome a little while back. While walking to lunch on campus, I somehow missed bringing my foot all the way up on the a curb and tripped. Now, this would have just been embarrassing if I hadn’t: A) Been in the middle of the quad at lunch B) Been
Maggie and the Inappropriate Doggie Treat
Note: I apologize in advance for this. While this post’s language will edited to be work-safe, the content might teeter on the line. You’ve been warned. Also, if you’re related to me (by blood or marriage) I apologize again and I ask that you don’t tell Grammy I wrote this. This is my Moo. She’s
Sad Bastard Music: Me and My Besties
Is it weird that I sometimes acquaint artists with a certain type of person I’ve been friends with? Maybe it’s their personality, maybe it’s their music, but certain musicians are just immensely likeable and make me think of what type of friend they’d be. Okay, yeah, it is a little weird. I’m okay with that.
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Kind of a Mess 
Spamalicious
SPAM. I thought my previous post was just a one-off, but the hits just KEEP ON COMIN’! And by hits, I mean hilarious awesomeness, best evidenced by this: Submitted on 2011/11/19 at 2:46 pm There is a critical shroatge of informative articles like this. A comment on the previous spam post. How meta! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ HostMonster
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