Tabatha Muntzinger

I never know what to say in these things.

I'm 29, born in Northern Illinois, raised in Southwest Ohio. I'm married and have two kids under four years of age, five cats, and a Chihuahua.  I'm Type 2 Bipolar and Type 2 Diabetic, amongst other things.  I can be bribed with shoes and/or handbags and/or sunglasses.  Or, honestly, Starbucks will get you pretty far.  I have a degree in Sociology, and I love it just enough to (maybe) get another in it.  My favorite color is purple, and has been since I was four.  And no, I don't think it's shameful to be my age and still have a favorite color.  I'm learning how to do this stay-at-home-mom thing without losing my mind, which is difficult when it's already half gone.  I'm also always talking about getting in shape, but I rarely get there.  I'm pretty sure I'm destined for great and wonderful things, though I'm not entirely sure I'll ever get out of Ohio on a permanent basis.

I'm unabashedly honest, often to a fault, I speak my mind, and I take no prisoners.  I'm also a sensitive bleeding heart that cries at almost every emotion other than joy.  

I'm much better when people just ask me questions about myself. 

A Love Letter To The Woman Who Saved My Life.

I still, to this day, remember her shoes. They were emerald green satin peep-toe stilettos, I think with an embellishment on the bridge, right by the cutout -- beads or rhinestones, some black, I want to say. The feet and legs that occupied them as they strutted past me at the morning snack table were lean and long and clad in black fishnets and a pencil skirt ....more

From Spinal Surgeries to Half Marathons.

The first thing I remember thinking was that we'd have to sell the house. We'd been in it barely a year and were eyeballs deep in demolition, but with no offstreet parking and not one, but two sets of stairs to get to the front door (never mind the stairs inside to both the second level and the full basement) there was no way we would be able to stay very long. **Everything else blurred out of focus -- wheelchairs, feeding tubes, hospital equipment ....more

From Five to Fifteen.

My dad took us, as a family (plus my brother), to the local minor league baseball team Friday night. It was the first time, to memory, that the kids had every been to an actual game. We've been to some events there -- things sponsored by the schools or whatnot -- and I do have the slightest whisper of a memory that we went when Kiedis was a baby, but it's also fully possible that I've imagined that ....more

Chasing Pavements.

So last week sometime, I posted this little photo to the Facebook Page because I was so excited I could hardly stand it and I am my own worst spoiler alert: I don't actually remember why we started this, other than it was a gorgeous day outside and we were at a stopping place with a couple of other things we're working on, but sure enough, this little section of the concrete jungle that once existed in the front yard was being chipped into smithereens. Now, I know you're probably like, what, but why? And here's your answer ....more

Truths and Virtue.

For days I've been fighting it, holding it back. That's not true. I've been doing it longer than that ....more

Neighborhood Service Announcement.

Yesterday, I had to distract my children into playing in the kitchen for a while. I didn't want them to see what was happening next door. And in all honesty, I could barely bear to watch myself ....more

Our First Build & Grow Workshop with Lowe's

Now, you all know that I'm a pretty hardcore Home Depot girl, through and through. I mean, it's to the point that Kiedis quotes the Home Depot commercial that runs before This Old House...more

Family Photos, 2014 Edition!

You guys are totally getting the scoop over here. Usually I'd post this kind of thing over on Tabulous, but as it's pertinent to our discussion from Tuesday I thought, what the heck. So part of busting butt on the backyard sitting area was because the stars aligned in such a way that I had an AMAZING dress at my disposal for a weekend, a forecast for beautiful weather, and a photographer friend happily available to help me realize an idea with about 72 hours notice ....more

Mariska Hargitay's Voice.

Yesterday, I sat in a meeting with two school psychologists as they explained the weeks of testing and evaluations that Kiedis has undergone in preparation for him to start kindergarten in the fall. I envy those parents who just get to walk into a school, fill out some papers, and voila, you have a Kindergartner. They don't know how easy they have it, with their hand-wringing over their child getting older and milestones and whatnot, the social media posts with the sad faces that their perfectly neurotypical children are progressing in their perfectly average and anticipated childhoods ....more

The Backyard Gypsy Corner Progress.

A ways back, I posted about my little backyard salvage/repurposing project, teasing just a few pictures, then talking about the plans I had to complete the little nook. Then, a couple of weeks later, I teased this little nugget over on the Facebook page: Post by Turn Right At Lake Michigan. But then Roscoe came back and things kind of got derailed ....more