My husband, while not nearly as good at Words With Friends or Bejeweled Blitz as I am, is almost always emotionally wiser than I am.
This morning over coffee and Marlboros, he dropped this little bit of wisdom on me:
“It drives me crazy when I hear people say ‘this is just like high school’.  Um, no, [...]

I’m not perfect.
None of you are surprised to hear that, I know.  But my point is that not only am I not perfect, but I have no desire to appear perfect.  Not to you or anyone.
There’s too much pressure in perfection.  Besides, most people know it’s a lie, don’t they?  I know I have, at [...]

I spent most of the day Monday pissed off.
I didn’t have one specific reason.  I was just… annoyed.  I was frustrated with passive aggressive behavior being directed around me – because the point of passive aggressive is that it’s never direct exactly at you.  I was ticked off thinking about crappy friends.  I was annoyed [...]

I’ve written a lot of really personal stuff here.
I’ve talked about my marriage – the good and the bad.  I’ve documented my depression as it was happening.  I’ve used this blog to communicate with my husband via “open letters“, often revealing on the blog things I couldn’t say face to face.
And yet, yesterday, I wrote [...]

First let me say that any and all BlogHer recaps here will be woefully short on the pretty pictures, because one of the very first things I did in Chicago was drop and break my point and shoot camera.
Y’all are stuck with having to read real and actual words.  Sorry.
SO – Wednesday morning I woke [...]

“Alright, Mom.  I have to go.”
Our morning conversation was beginning to bleed into my working hours and I could no longer ignore the screams from my inbox.
“OK, baby.  I love you.”
“I love you, too.  Thanks for listening to me be a raging whore all morning.”
“Mmm… I’d say raging bitch.”
“Oh.  Right.”
“Technically I don’t think I can [...]

I’ve been writing on this blog for almost three years.  It has always been a personal blog – more personal than most, I’ve been told.  But it wasn’t until recently that I understood why so many people were baffled by my openness here.
Tuesday night, Adam and I arranged to have dinner with a blogger who [...]

You know why I love the Internets?
Because the Internets doesn’t ask questions.
If you tell the Internet that you were in Glamour magazine, they promise to run right out and buy the issue as soon as it hits newsstands.  Hell, they’ll probably be the first ones to tell you they saw you in a national magazine.  [...]

If you’re looking for something for free, scroll to the bottom of this post. Lazy bastards.
I mentioned last week that I decided to launch a review site about the things women buy and the things women want to buy. I have to assume that, if you’re anything like me, you gave at least [...]

“Are all of your friends bloggers?” Susan was looking around my house at the birthday party guests that had arrived. It was hard to miss the fact that nearly all of the adults were faces she recognized from twitter or some other Internet portal.
“Well, a lot of them are,” I explained.
“Man, none of my [...]

free boat trip
Hello, Internet.
You know how, sometimes, you come out of the woodwork with your words of wisdom and your well meaning suggestions for how I should fix this and handle that and basically live my life so much better than I am doing it now?
And you know how, sometimes, I like to dub [...]

Last Thursday night, I attended the Orlando TweetUp hosted by the Orlando Sentinel in… wait for it… Orlando.
Let me tell you about how I wanted to die.
First of all, thank GOD I was meeting Shash, Susan from EggMarketing and Melanie from ModernMami there. The three of them were the sum total of the group [...]

I decided recently that if I don’t have anything blog worthy, I’m just not going to blog*.
You don’t need an explanation from me or an apology post. No guest bloggers need to fill the gaping hole that is surely left in your day.
Because seriously? It’s a blog. About my life. It [...]

If I died today, I fear the words “fat vagina“ would be inscribed on my tombstone.
Either that or “lost tampon”. Possibly “bitchy wife”, but something having to do with the crotch seems most likely to win out.
At least if you believe the collective wisdom of The Google Searchers.
Those of you who are new around [...]