Earlier today I wrote a post patting myself on the back for how well I have progressed into the scary world of adulting. For the most part. On most days. Well, some days. Sometimes. I'm working on it. I thought, since the list ended up not being quite as long as I had hoped when... Continue Reading →

My sister and I have an ongoing dialogue.  We pretty much sum up all of our conversations lately with "fucking doctors"! See, when you're fat, like moi, everything that is wrong with you is because you're fat.  Chronic headaches?  It's because you're fat.  Painful periods?  You're fat.  Stepped on a fucking lego?  Jesus Christ, Woman!  I... Continue Reading →

Okay, yes I am. But here I am.  Staring into the computer screen at my brand new blog~ that I paid for and everything. What in the hell was I thinking? This is all my husband's damned fault.  Well, I mean... yeah, I had the idea.  And, yeah, technically I kinda said I wanted to... Continue Reading →