Dear Diary: When did kids get so creepy?

If you’ve just popped in and you haven’t been here in a while, or this is your first time, you will need to briefly read the post below this one. I’ll wait. Ok, so our room is done. Minus the decor and bedding which I haven’t decided on yet. I took a photo with my …

Dear Diary: When is a lie not a lie?

I’m sitting here looking at a King sized mattress leaning on end against our couch in the living room. It’s scary. And big. We are redecorating our bedroom after 11 years of marriage and a husband/wife debate over him not wanting to change it and me wanting to. I won. My closing argument of our …

Dear OBGYN: I don’t need to exercise, I have kids.

Dear OBGYN who raised an eyebrow and showed disapproval when I admitted I do not exercise. I would like to claim a retraction. You see, when I was naked with only a paper bib as my shield of confidence while lying there resembling a horizontal jockey, I was a bit intimidated. In my most vulnerable …

The Colonoscopy Diaries – part 3, final chapter

This is the final chapter of my colonoscopy story. I saw you just roll your eyes. Stop it. I wanted to talk about my husband. We are right in the middle of redecorating our bedroom. And by redecorating, I mean REDECORATING. New carpet, new bedroom furniture, new paint, new everything. If this ever happens to …

The Colonoscopy Diaries – Part 2

All I can say is find a doctor who uses Gatorade or pills for prep. Y’all, I’m telling you…the prep the day before a colonoscopy is horrible. When I picked up my gallon container of colon prep, I had no idea what was in store for me. I mixed it “to the fill line” with …

The Colonoscopy Diaries – part 1

A lot happens when you turn 50. The joy of inexperience is behind you, as well as the mistakes. The joy of looking ahead to new paths that you now have the time, and means, to explore. The joy of knowing what you became when you grew up. And your age 50 first colonoscopy. And …

Facebook – the name nazi

I am having a love hate hate relationship with Facebook lately. Our relationship became so rocky I accepted defeat and deleted my blog’s Facebook page. It wasn’t worth my time when only 5 people would see anything I posted there. So I became angry and said “BE GONE you…you…Facebook page!” Then I started using my …