9 Months or Bust

I am ungracefully stumbling into my 7th month of pregnancy. This is my experience - although I am sure many others can relate.1st MonthBy far the best month of being pregnant. The biggest and really - the only reason is because most women don’t know they’re pregnant.  It’s lovely! No puking, no irrational crying (well, aside from the feminine norm), no constant feeling of being hung-over, unless you indulged in several margaritas and tequila shots the night before! What’s not to love about month one? We are blissfully ignorant!...more

Friday 5: Celebrating Everyday

~5 things from the week~ I whipped up some quick personalized towels for part of a gift for Vaughn's awesome Girl Scout leaders, using my tutorial from years ago.  ...more

Friday 5

~5 things from the week~ This week has been non-stop and my camera roll proves just how scatter brained I am when things get busy and all my irons are in the fire.  ...more

10 Things Parents Never Want to Hear

At some point, every parent comes up with a laundry list of things that we just do not want to hear, see or have to deal with. Unfortunately, because we are parents we do not usually get to decide if we ultimately can adhere to that laundry list. So today in an effort to promote parenting solidarity here are 10 things you do not want to hear, but because you are a parent more than likely will. You do not want to have your child's teacher ask if they can have a word alone with you. Like ever. ...more

Squeaker

The mouse was in the garbage disposal.That's right. There was a live mouse in our garbage disposal. I called my husband and then walked out the front door."I'm leaving. Do you want a pair of gloves? You can't turn it on. Oh my God, don't turn it on." I said, covering my ears."I'll be outside."He was rummaging in the drawer with all the spatulas and big mixing spoons. Did he think there was some kind of 'getting the mouse out of the garbage disposal' utensil in there? Tongs? Oh, man....more

I Bought A Bigger House So I Would Entertain More: Time to Downsize

If I knew you were coming, not only would I not have baked a cake, I probably would’ve pulled the blinds shut as you were moseying up the walkway. That’s how much I hate to entertain. Anyone. Even Bradley Cooper. Especially Bradley Cooper. Don’t get me wrong: he’s more than welcome in my house (and in my bed), but he better not be looking for me to cook him anything....more

Lightening Up a Dark Blog

When I started my Bipolar Me blog (bipolarjan.wordpress.com), I didn't quite know what I wanted it to be. After I read a few other blogs on bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety, and other related topics, I knew what I didn't want it to be.Relentlessly depressing. Self-involved. A journal to record my daily emotional temperature.But bipolar disorder is by its nature a difficult, frequently depressing topic (especially since I have bipolar 2, which doesn't swing much to the manic side)....more

You've Got a Friend, Maybe

Are you down? Troubled? Do you need a helping hand? Is nothin' - whoa, nothin' going right? Are you chapped because I just earwormed you with James Taylor?Well, nut the hell up....more

When I Hear "Brackets" I Think Orthodontia, Not Basketball

And then there were two. Actually, as you are reading this, one team has already been crowned a winner, but as of this writing, I am eagerly anticipating tonight’s final game between a basketball team I don’t give two licks about and another basketball team whose home state eludes me. Why the eager anticipation then? So that this basketball madness can finally be over with and life as we know it can resume, madness and all....more
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