There is not a day that goes by where I forget to thank my lucky stars for being born in 1980.I mean it. I am grateful for this fact every. Single. Day. Of. My. Life.Why? Because in 1992 I was an extremely goofy 12 year old, and there is very little photographic evidence of this fact.Why else? Because in 1996, when I was a 16-year-old making stupid decisions with other 16 year olds, the vast majority of those stupid decisions went undocumented....more
My friend Tim over at That Tiny Website (who, incidentally, is awesome–you should check out his blog) had an awesome idea which HE stole from Jimmy Fallon of writing Thank You notes to various people and things in order to convey humor. This is especially awesome as it illustrates further how totally useless and wasteful actual Thank You notes are. ...more
Singing to Kenny RogersOne ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe...more
Remember your pre-baby body? The one that could pull all-nighters and sneeze without having to change out your under garments? I remember it too, and I miss it immensely.While pregnant I took every precaution known to man to try and preserve my pre-baby body. I did pelvic exercises to save my lady parts. I lathered myself up with oil every night to try and prevent stretch marks. I ate extremely healthy (well, minus the ice cream) and exercised religiously to help prevent excessive weight gain. I even wore special bras that claimed to help maintain “perkiness”....more
This is the story behind my Flippant Birth Playlist. It seemed like a funny birth playlist was necessary this time around.
I didn’t have birth music when I delivered Flintstone at home four years ago. Being at home, I figured if I wanted to listen to music, I’d just have MacGyver put it on. Didn’t end up wanting any music anyway.
I'm from the Midwest, born and raised, and I do not have an accent. People from the south have accents. People from the east have accents. And people from the west definitely have accents. But in Minnesota, we’re right in the middle, and except for a few people in the far north of the state who still have a bit of a Scandinavian brogue (possibly some members of my extended family, but not me), the rest of us don't have accents....more