it's not like it's rocket surgery

Irony of ironies, I have barely been able to post the myriad of things I have wanted to, including wrapping the editing of the post where I ...

A letter to my mother, if she could have read it 30 years ago. Dear Mom, Fear not, karma soooo has this under control.  I know right now...

I may not be a real scientist, but I play one on the internet.  Hello, I am a "rocket surgeon" y'all!  So being all scientific...

So I guess considering the last post I have here was bemoaning the end of the school year, followed by an absence and now the new school yea...

Last night the Beans was being a two year old.  The nerve. Paul Bunyan decided to read something on his Kindle Fire in order to tune out t...

My love-hate relationship with Pintercrack marches on.  Some days I want to kick the whole website in the nuts, some days I am not sure how ...

Dear Netflix, We have a complicated relationship, and I blame you entirely for it. We started off fine, with you sending me the DVDs I w...

I remember when my oldest started naming his toys after me.  I thought it was soooo cute.  All his beloved stuffed animals were affectionate...

Okay I have totally sucked donkey bits at blogging lately, I will give excuses later.  But I wanted to share with y'all what I am clearl...

Okie dokie, so these chore sticks that never seem to get done and just hover in my semi conscious demanding I finish them with the intoxicat...