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this post sucks, don’t read it.
Remember the Newlywed game? I always use to dream about being on that show. No really, it wasn’t that I WANTED to go on the show, I just would DREAM about being ON the show. Got it? Okay, good because this is going to be the choppiest segue in Random and Odd history. When Dan…
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SPF: Knobs
This suggestion was brought to us by Football Widow. I got another half-drunken phone call from Kami and her cohorts. After convincing me that I REALLY need to photograph her rack and giving me a blow by blow detail of the fun they were all having, she asked what the SPF assignment was. “I dunno….
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I am without words. Yeah, right.
During the day I have CNN or Headline news on at all times. The past 24 hours have been horrible and I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around it. This community we have through blogging allows us to reach into each others worlds and get to know people we wouldn’t have the opportunity…
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It’s a Love / Hate relationship…
I love Ikea. The Swedish Meatballs and Mac and Cheese isn’t the only reason. So much stuff. So much cheapness. So much high quality cheapness. My head spins with the glory of it. I love that there is lots of stuff. I love that the lots of stuff comes in nice little boxes. I friggin’…
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I think I have two men…
That read my blog. I’m not counting my husband though, because he no longer reads my blog. My spelling, punctuation, sentence form and all around bad run-on sentences has finally taken its toll on him. His perfect sentence structure can no longer co-mingle with my heinous slaughtering of the written word. Mens no likey…
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My boobs.
It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m still in bed. If you were to look to my left you would see a completely destroyed closet. (Cause: part anxiety attack, part anxiety attack) You would also see my bedside table that is covered with just crap on crap on crap. Directly in front of me is a pile…









