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Monday, Monday…

Hi! It’s been a while. I have no excuse except for that I have been busy. Haven’t we all? It’s no excuse, I just need to write more frequently.

So what’s up?

My husband is battling brush in Yosemite (which I thought was in Wyoming…perhaps I had it confused with Yellowstone…hey- don’t judge- my parents NEVER took us camping, thank goodness)

One of our dear bloggy friends, who had a very bloggy wedding, joined my club. It’s the world’s shittiest club, and she joined an even shittier way I did…it’s The Dead Parent Club.

Speaking of dead parents…it’ll be 10 years since I saw my mother. She died August 24th. I’ve been trying to think of a way my dad, sister, our kids and I can honor her. I wanted to let one of those floating paper lanterns go on the beach (and I had this idea long before the Kardashians Took Thailand), but, it turns out, those paper lanterns might be illegal. Considering we are in a drought, and live in one of the highest fire danger areas AND my husband is a firefighter, I’m trying to think of alternatives. Any ideas?

Eric might have something called Meckel’s Diverticulum. He goes for a scan on Wednesday. If he has it, he’ll need surgery, but it should fix his stomach issues.

I have a new job. It keeps me busy. I don’t know what I was thinking working 30 hours a week right as school got out!

I go on vacation to the beach in two weeks…and it can’t come soon enough!

This stuff keeps falling intermittently from the sky. It makes people drive badly and my car is now filthy…I think it’s called reign…no that can’t be right. Rain, maybe? It’s been so long since I’ve seen it, I can’t be sure. All I know is it’s sticky outside.

I’m really hoping I don’t get pink eye. My son has it and I didn’t realize it until it had been going on for several hours. He does NOT have an ear infection. The doctor checked. He DOES have Boy Who Cried Wolf Syndrome. Have you heard of it? It’s where he complains so much about the tiniest little things that I don’t believe him anymore. Unless he has blood shooting out a major artery, or vomits on my carpet (again), I probably am going to tell him to suck it up.

And lastly, my kids are totally into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles…the old school ones that I used to watch. Fun trivia fact- the voice of the evil Shredder…none other than Uncle Phil from Fresh Prince of Bel Air. You can use that one to scare wow your friends at parties.

I’ll check in again soon…pinky swear!


Do you have any idea how fun it is to hack into your son’s poo?

Eric had to have stool sample testing done (again) because he basically pooped the Kool-aid guy the other day. Then he barfed for the second time in three weeks (on my carpet). His red poo was concerning so I took him to the doctor who ordered stool samples.

Have I mentioned that my husband, the fire captain, gags at the site? Last time we had to do this, he spun me a little yarn that went something like this…

“Jamie, it’s not that bad. I deal with so much worse at work. I’ve been puked on and shit on. I’ll take care of it. It’s no big deal.”

Fast forward three bowel movements later (because he conveniently wasn’t home for the first two)…Jeff, the fire captain who “deals with so much worse at work” is standing in the hallway next to the bathroom, his shirt over his nose, his hands over his face, tears running down his face, gagging, while I am dismembering a fairly significant BM from a five year old.

After I finish, I walk down the hall and look at him and tell him “three words, Shea!”

He looks at me and says “you were right!”

“Nope” I say. “I want to hear…I.was.wrong.”

He begrudgingly admitted it (I made sure to mark the occasion in his baby book).

So here we are 9 months later and I am again, doing what was only intended for a septic tank and toilet paper. Jeff is now working a different schedule and is working 8-6, so I knew he wouldn’t be home for this. I wanted him to feel like he was a part of it, so I made sure to text him pictures of each and every sample collected.

A sample (no pun intended) of our texts, minus the really F-ing disgusting parts…

(Oh, did you know that you have to freeze some of the samples? And yes, that meant I had shit in my freezer!!! In my freezer! I tripled bagged it but did put it right next to his beloved 31 favors)

I believe he left his testicles in his other pants.

Me and the reason for showering a lot the past few days.

(And no, the mask doesn’t really help)

Ally is FIVE!

All of a sudden, we were a party of four, and didn’t know that my heart could melt anymore.

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You are as sweet as can be, and a devilish beast

And you have a certain style to say the very least.

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You love your brother, me and your dad, even though at all of us you get quite mad.

You’re sparkly and bright and very twirly, you love all things pretty and are quite girlie.


Your curly hair, your big green eyes, and the way your breath makes me want to die.346

You force feed me candy, and think ketchup’s a food group

And the way you giggle when you hear the word poop.

You CAN DO IT YOURSELF, and you yell in your sleep, and the way at the drop of a hat you can weep.



You’re frustrating and funny, witty and sweet, you’re a gorgeous little girl from your head to your feet.


You brighten each day that I am alive, Happy Birthday Little Lady, enjoy being 5

  273(these are not my legs!)


Why I’m Mad At George Clooney

As many of you know, especially here out west in the land of fruit and nuts, George Clooney is engaged to Amal Alamuddin, and I am mad!

1. He said a million times that he was bad at marriage and would never do it again, he lied!
2. He hasn’t met me, so how does he know he’s met “the one”?
3. He used to just date long leggy models, so I never had a chance, but Amal is a normal, albeit beautiful and skinny, woman and is smart. She’s a lawyer, specializing in human rights and international law.
4. She’s only a year older than me…I thought he only went for young girls- again- had I known that was an option, I would have tried harder.
5. I think I’d be really good at decorating his house on Lake Como, giving it that light feminine touch. She’s going to be too busy working.
6. There’s no “takesy- backsys” when you promise something. That will hold up in court, right?
7. They will have really hairy kids between the two of them. She has dark hair and he’s kind of hairy too. He needs a blonde to counteract the hairy children.
8. Yes, I am convinced she’s pregnant. He’s been with multiple women, none of them me, and hasn’t ever gotten married or even engaged. Now he’s been dating her for a few months and he’s a smitten kitten…doubtful.
9. She won’t appreciate him when he has to bulk up for a role. I, living in the land of fruits and nuts, understand and appreciate method acting.
10. Amal Clooney doesn’t have the same ring as Jamie Clooney. I think my name goes much better, because that is a reason to marry someone.
11. And speaking of rings- 7 carats- isn’t that a little excessive? I’d settle for 3.
12. I think he would rather have built in kids than kids of his own. He’s 53. If he has a baby this year, he’ll be 54. That makes him an old dad. My kids already exist. It would make him a less-older dad.
13. I bet she doesn’t have a cat who has accurately predicted the last 4 Super Bowl winners.

Listen Up Men

Today I was getting a massage because I’ve had massive spasms in my neck rendering me useless…

Anyway- as I was laying there, my mind began to wander.  MEN- this is what the mind of a woman is like- hop on board and enjoy the ride!


The masseuse was rubbing my feet, one toe at a time.  As she ran her hands down one of my foot bones (tarsals?), it reminded me that I had a stress fracture in my left foot in college from the piss poor track I ran on.  Then I wondered if I had to wear my walking cast just one season, or when it came back my second track season.  Then I remembered that it was only the first year because I was a waitress at a BBQ my sophomore year and I didn’t have the boot there, which reminded me of my BFF and roommate that got me the interview at the restaurant and told the manager to watch my nostrils flare when I talk because my friends used to call me Nostrildamus because my nostrils flare so much, and in the middle of the interview he mentioned it and I did the rest of the interview with my hands over my nose, trying to keep from flaring (it’s impossible), and then I remembered that he was a dick of a boss and I ended up quitting three years later because of him, and that he ended up getting fired because he punched one of the cooks.  That cook used to grab my ass whenever I walked by him.  His name was Victor and my friend married a guy named Victor but they moved to Chicago a few months ago, and I saw a picture of them on Facebook standing in front of a green river on St. Patrick’s Day.  My son put 1/4 round tile in his Leprechaun trap this year because Leprechauns apparently like tile (didn’t you know).

Are you tired yet?  Because that’s what it’s like in the mind of a woman ALL. DAY. LONG.

And now now I give you the mind of a man: (choose one of the following)

food, beer, sex, sports, sex, food, sports, beer, cars, porn



Is It Wrong v.2

Is it wrong that I get mad that my husband eats the only food in the house that the kids will shovel in their faces, or that he eats the bananas, that I eat for breakfast,two at a time?

(At least he was home to put the trash cans away)

Is It Wrong?

Is it wrong that my husband has been at work for three days and the only REAL reason I want him home is so I don’t have to take out the trash?

I think it’s justifiable. I miss him…and his ability to empty the trash quickly and easily.

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