Monthly Archives: November 2013

For Deep Breaths. And Cheap Band-Aids.

Isabella has this really weird obsession with band-aids right now. She is currently sporting at least four on her right hand. It’s very possible, of course, that it’s because her brother has a broken finger and a very fancy (read: not fancy and kind of currently 11-year-old boy grimy) cast…

It’s Movember! He Punches Ovaries, Drinks Milkshakes, and Breaks Bricks

Him: What should I do for my Movember video this year? How do we top the Dexter video? Or the Very Hungry Caterpillar? Me: I don’t understand why we are even discussing this. You basically ARE Ron Burgundy right now. I wonder if growing facial hair is Will Farrell’s superpower…

Brave New Hair

I feel like the word BRAVE gets kind of obnoxiously tossed around a bit too much these days. Tried a new fruit? Congrats! You’re so brave! You wore leggings as pants? Super brave! I actually sometimes want to pull out my best Inigo Montoya and scream from the rooftops, “You…

Worse

When my best friend broke up with me, I cycled through a tremendous amount of the mostly expected feelings. I was angry, I was hurt, I was confused, I was lonely, I was sad. I ate my feelings, and then starved my feelings. I cried, I screamed, I suppressed. But…

And Just Like That, Fire Was Caught

I took the two bigs to see Catching Fire last night. Isabella got to stay home and go to swimming lessons instead. She passed her level, though, so I guess there’s a slight sliver of a silver lining. She passed the same level that her brother did not pass and…

Big Day For Small Miracles

Yesterday was kind of a big day for small miracles around here. I managed not to murder a certain annoying stuffed animal in cold blood, I MacGyvered up a pair of black boots with a Sharpie, I didn’t breathe for an entire hour during Sons of Anarchy, I ate fish…

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