Hi friends. Happy Thursday. It's a good old fashion rainy day here. I dig it.

What's been up around here? Just the normal summer time fun! Charleigh's vocabulary has taken off and she is starting to talk a lot more. She also had her first all girl meltdown when her favorite pair of shoes didn't fit. Ha! She is an 18-month-old energizer bunny and it's a lot of fun. She's working on counting to 10, ABC's, and colors. Her daycare does a ton of teaching. She is happy when I drop her off and happy when I pick her up. That's a good feeling.

I'm actually leaving my current company after a year and a half between two agents and going back to my old company. The transition has been smooth and welcomed. I won't be working for my old boss, but instead a new boss at the old company. Did I lose you? 

Last night was taco night. I have been a vegetarian for over 3 years now and the only time I miss meat is taco night. However, last night, I made great strides in the vegetarian taco concoction dilemma. Black beans, FRESH Maryland sweet corn roasted with garlic salt, paprika, and pepper, Spanish rice, refried beans, and avocado. Like the picture above, only no sour cream. I am allergic to that.  People always seem curious about Greg and what he eats. Ladies and gentlemen, he's from Wisconsin, he's a meat and potato sort of guy. I make taco meat for him of course. I make meat for him all week, every week. I don't have any problem cooking it for him and now Charleigh too. It's just a personal choice for me.

Float on...
 

1. Do you like blue cheese? Hell no.

2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Once. And I choked for about 2 hours after.

3. Do you own a gun? No.

4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Cherry Limemade! Duh.

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yes. Always. 

6. Do you like hot-dogs? No way. I'm a vegetarian.

7. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Water or Advocare's Spark

8. Can you do push-ups? Yes.

9. What’s your favorite meal? Corn on the cob.

10. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? Purple heart ring Greg proposed to me with.

11. Favorite hobby? Blogging. Playing co-ed football. 

12. Do you work with people who idolize you? Lol. No.

13. Name a trait that you hate about yourself? My lack of patience or my resistance to forgive and forget. 

14. Middle name? Elizabeth Dunn

15. Name 3 thoughts at this moment: Need to mow the grass, I didn't sleep well again, love this cool front that came in over night.

16. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: A slide for Charleigh, milk, and candle tarts.

17. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: Water, Advocare Spark, and almond milk.

18. Current worry right now? Next week. 

19. Current hate right now? How expensive it is to fly.

20. Favorite place to be?  Home with Greg and Charleigh or Cincinnati

21. How did you bring in New Years? For the first time ever, I went to bed before midnight. Shameful.

22. Favorite place to go? Cincinnati, Smoky Mountains, Philadelphia

23. What is your most recurring dream? Anything to do with Charleigh. 

24. Introvert or extrovert? Honestly I'd say I'm a little of both. 

25. What color shirt are you wearing? White.

26. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? Never have.

27. Can you whistle? Not great.

28. Can you sing? I like to think so. 

29. Favorite color? Yellow.

30. Would you be a pirate? If it involved finding buried treasure.

31. What songs do you sing in the shower? Country

32. Favorite girl’s name? Charleigh

33. Favorite boy’s name? ?

34. Who is your loudest friend? Patrick

35. What’s in your pocket right now?  Nothing.

36. Last thing that made you laugh? Charleigh dancing.

37. Bed sheets as a child? I had all different kinds. The California Rasins, The Berenstain Bears just to name a few.

38. Worst injury you've ever had? I broke my middle finger in the 9th grade.

39. Do you love where you live? I adore Baltimore. It is the city that stole my heart.

40. How many TVs are in your house? 2.

41. What is your worst habit? Eating ice. Biting my nails. 

42. How many dogs do you have?  0

43. Does someone have a crush on you? I'd like to think my husband does.

44. Do you own slippers? No.

45. What is your favorite book? The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene

46. What is your favorite candy? Snow Caps or chocolate covered pretzels.  

47. What is your favorite sports team? Green Bay Packers, Cincinnati Reds, Washington Capitals, Baltimore Ravens.

48. What song do you want played at your funeral? Float on of course.

49. What were you doing at 12 AM last night? Sleeping. 

50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? I don't want to go work out.

Spelling isn't my strong suit.

I had insomnia last night. That happens to me maybe once a year. I was up in the wee hours watching Friends re-runs. That was a great show. I had to hit the gym right away today because I may or may not have eaten a stupid brownie at 3am. Who does that? (The answer is a fat kid)

It's the 20th anniversary of one of the best movies of all time, The Sandlot. Look at the cast above. Is it just me, or do they look identical to themselves as kids? The red haired kid in particular. I need to watch this movie again now. Look at Squints! I wonder if he ever married Wendy Peffercorn?

Is "imparticular" a word? Spellcheck is telling me no, but I could have sworn that what I should have said above instead of "in particular?" This is why I was always out in the first round of the spelling bee in grade school.

Bad spellers unight! (See what I did there?) Ha! Float on...

I kick my own butt in this post.

Hola pals! Hi Gramma. Hi mom. Hi Sylvie. Hi to you all!

The royal baby was born. The media has covered this birth like this was the last baby that was ever going to be born. Crazy. Greg and I made a bet that if the baby was a girl, he would have to change the cat box. If the baby was a boy, I would have to change the cat box... crap! (Literally)

Last week we went through a heat wave. It was over 100 all week. I got in my car last Thursday afternoon and my thermometer said 111 degrees. I absolutely hate being hot. I turn into a whiny baby. I'm thinking of starting a countdown for fall (the BEST TIME OF THE YEAR!)

Someone should just kick me. I'm whiny about being hot and yet I have AC in my house and my car. Remember when I went four years without AC in my car? How quickly I forget what it could be like. Or what about the solders overseas in temperatures hotter than Haiti's? Shut up Meg.

I just successfully kicked my own butt.

 

This picture has nothing to do with anything other than I think it's freaking hilarious. If you can't read the tiny print it says, "No matter how cool you think you are, using that thing brands you an assclown." HAhahahha!

Than I found these too. Happy Tuesday! Float on...

A blow dry... bar?

I was driving through town the other day and I saw a new store moving in to a nearby shopping center. The sign on the door said that it was going to be a, "Haute Blow Dry Bar." Am I the only one wondering what in the world that is? I assumed it was just another salon, but then I looked it up.

"You won't find scissors or foil at Haute. Our tools of the trade are dryers and flat irons.We invite you to stop by our salon, pick out a great style... and let us pamper you with a wash, scalp massage, and blowout or updo to complete your ensemble. "

They do your hair for you! Sure most salons do that too, but they also have to focus on cutting, dying, waxing, trimming, etc. The blow dry bar will charge $35 to do your hair. That seem pricey to just wash and curl my hair, however, there are times when you are in a rush or feeling extremely lazy that this service would be quite the treat. They even host parties for bachelorette parties, girls night outs, and birthday parties. I dig it.

I never knew a place like this existed.

I back Pat and mail.

Hey guys and gals. How about that Pat Summitt special last night? I loved the story of Pat in labor telling those around her that she refused to give birth in Virginia because Virginia had beat her team 6 months earlier. I found her attitude of not playing the victim inspiring. No matter what you are facing in life, don't make excuses and don't play the victim. Wow. She is my role model and I thought the documentary was so well done. Her son will carry on her legacy. I'm sure of it. He seems to have a lot of her instilled in him.

Even though Pat would frown at me right now, I do have to say, do you know what I am the victim of? Probably not because you're not a mind reader, but it's junk mail! I, your loyal blog writer, am the victim of obsessive amounts of junk mail. GOOD LORD Capital One, MasterCard, and other random credit card companies! GIVE IT A REST! I don't want your plastic. Let's get real here! Sending me 3 letters a day ain't gonna make me want your plastic. Mind your business!

I hope someone from the credit card company is reading to day (Or at least the mail demon who sends this crap out!)

Float on...

Took a mini break!

Hi everyone. Hope you all had a great 4th/long weekend. We did. I spent time with my husband and daughter and truly soaked it up. I watched Charleigh play with her babies. I watched her care for them by rocking them and patting them.

I watched my husband mow the lawn and swim in a pool with our little girl. She splashed and loved every minute of it. She is not scared of the water anymore.

I snuck away with my husband and went and saw some ridiculous zombie movie in a theater! Just the two of us! (World War Z for those who care) I then sat across from Greg and had a conversation with just him at California Pizza Kitchen.

I ate delicious hummus and pita and he had a big cobb salad and quesadilla. We shopped together. (He bought a bug zapper... ha) We held hands. And we then picked up Charleigh. It was just what we needed.

I feel like I really soaked up the minutes. Sometimes you get caught up in everyday life that you forget it's a gift you're given. I remembered to appreciate this gift over my mini break.

*Also this happened... HAHAHA! Greg said I couldn't get in it. I had to prove him wrong but got stuck and tipped over in the process.

It's a new week and I am recharged and ready to go. Let's do this! Float on...

The one where I go on a jello rant.

Good morning folks. Happy Tuesday. (Ali, if you are reading, this picture is for you! Thanks for the awesome card in the mail) Tomorrow is our Friday. I hope most of you have the same work schedule this week. It's pretty crazy to have a 4 day weekend in July, especially when my company doesn't even give us the day after Thanksgiving off, but I am in no way complaining. I am going to take this extra random day off and run far, far away!

Just joking. I'm going to play with my kid and husband. Duh.

According to the Insurance Institute, 4th of July is the most deadly driving day on the highway of the year. Not trying to be a Debbie Downer here, but I wanted to remind you all to stay safe. Watch out for idiot drivers and if you are an idiot driver yourself, stop that nonsense! Just put the keys away and enjoy your red, white, and blue jello mold without driving.

Apparently this is how some people say happy birthday America. If someone gave you a red, white, and blue jello mold on your birthday would you be happy? No. Don't you think America deserves better?  *Paid for by the bloggers against Jello molds campaign.

There really is something about a jello mold that creeps me out. I had to just Google them to find that picture above. You want to see some more?

Maybe this is why jello molds are creepy. People think making brains out of them are fun. Gross.

Apparently America jello is popular...? Who would have thought. You could put it right next to your red, white, and blue jello.

Someone probably took hours to do this. Hours. On Jello. Who are you? (And can I have some of your free time?!)

Of course one could argue that I just spent some time blogging about jello.

Float on...

Zimmerman, T-shirts, and swim

The George Zimmerman trial is underway and I am obsessed. I'll probably talk about it a lot around here so stick with me. Zimmerman is facing life in prison and is only 29-years-old. I forget that fact because he looks 39. Zimmerman shot and killed 17-year-old Trayvon Martin and if you haven't heard about it, you live in a cave. Today they are going to be arguing if the five calls Zimmerman made to 911 will be allowed in court. I absolutely believe they should be. In the calls you can hear the 911 operator tell Zimmerman that they (the police force) does NOT need him to follow Trayvon. They can handle it. He disregards what the operator says and continues in pursuit of Trayvon.

I believe George Zimmerman is guilty of 2nd degree murder. I don't think Zimmerman is a monster, but he killed a young boy and should pay the price.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

A new study shows that chicks dig dudes in white T-shirts. Seriously. Women found men in white T-shirts 12% more attractive according to this article.

"The study involved showing 30 female undergraduates, aged 18 to 25, images of five different male body shapes and asked them to mark their perceived attractiveness and health."

And the dude in the white T-shirt won. Interesting, no?

I personally think a shirt like this is attractive. Ha!

Charleigh start swim lessons this Saturday. She took them last year at this time, but she was only 5-6 months old. She just floated around in our arms. I fear this go round could end up in tears, screaming, and bad looks from other pool goers. (Is that how you spell "goers?" Should there be a hyphen in there?)

*You don't read this for the impeccable grammar/spelling skills.

*If you do, I'm sorry ; )

Float on...

Rant! Enough with the ginormous necklaces. They are dumb.

I don't get the current trend of big bubble necklaces. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, in my wardrobe that makes me think, "Hmm, you know what would look good with this outfit? Some oversized beads that weigh my neck down and look like balls!" No thanks.

This is going to make me very unpopular in the blog-o-sphere because the bloggers seem to have eaten up these creations. My favorite morning news broadcast has an anchor that takes the cake in the big-bubble-bead-ball necklace trend. She wears all colors every single day. Enough!

Some chicks call them "statement necklaces." Did you know your statement is saying that you like big balls around your neck? Just saying...

What in the world? Are you serious?! I personally think this stupid trend is almost *almost* as stupid as this shirt...

Float on...

Dear Mum, a collection of letters

Dear Mum,

I was seven when I discovered that you were fat, ugly and horrible. Up until that point I had believed that you were beautiful - in every sense of the word. I remember flicking through old photo albums and staring at pictures of you standing on the deck of a boat. Your white strapless bathing suit looked so glamorous, just like a movie star. Whenever I had the chance I'd pull out that wondrous white bathing suit hidden in your bottom drawer and imagine a time when I'd be big enough to wear it; when I'd be like you. But all of that changed when, one night, we were dressed up for a party and you said to me, ''Look at you, so thin, beautiful and lovely. And look at me, fat, ugly and horrible.'' At first I didn't understand what you meant. ''You're not fat,'' I said earnestly and innocently, and you replied, ''Yes I am, darling. I've always been fat; even as a child.''

In the days that followed I had some painful revelations that have shaped my whole life. I learned that:

1. You must be fat because mothers don't lie.
2. Fat is ugly and horrible.
3. When I grow up I'll look like you and therefore I will be fat, ugly and horrible too.

Years later, I looked back on this conversation and the hundreds that followed and cursed you for feeling so unattractive, insecure and unworthy. Because, as my first and most influential role model, you taught me to believe the same thing about myself. With every grimace at your reflection in the mirror, every new wonder diet that was going to change your life, and every guilty spoon of ''Oh-I-really-shouldn't'', I learned that women must be thin to be valid and worthy. Girls must go without because their greatest contribution to the world is their physical beauty. Just like you, I have spent my whole life feeling fat. When did fat become a feeling anyway? And because I believed I was fat, I knew I was no good.

But now that I am older, and a mother myself, I know that blaming you for my body hatred is unhelpful and unfair. I now understand that you too are a product of a long and rich lineage of women who were taught to loathe themselves. Look at the example Nanna set for you. Despite being what could only be described as famine-victim chic, she dieted every day of her life until the day she died at 79 years of age. She used to put on make-up to walk to the letterbox for fear that somebody might see her unpainted face. I remember her ''compassionate'' response when you announced that Dad had left you for another woman. Her first comment was, ''I don't understand why he'd leave you. You look after yourself, you wear lipstick. You're overweight - but not that much.'' Before Dad left, he provided no balm for your body-image torment either. ''Jesus, Jan,'' I overheard him say to you. ''It's not that hard. Energy in versus
energy out. If you want to lose weight you just have to eat less.'' That night at dinner I watched you implement Dad's ''Energy In, Energy Out: Jesus, Jan, Just Eat Less'' weight-loss cure. You served up chow mein for dinner. (Remember how in 1980s Australian suburbia, a combination of mince, cabbage, and soy sauce was considered the height of exotic gourmet?) Everyone else's food was on a dinner plate except yours. You served your chow mein on a tiny bread-and-butter plate.

As you sat in front of that pathetic scoop of mince, silent tears streamed down your face. I said nothing. Not even when your shoulders started heaving from your distress. We all ate our dinner in silence. Nobody comforted you. Nobody told you to stop being ridiculous and get a proper plate. Nobody told you that you were already loved and already good enough. Your achievements and your worth - as a teacher of children with special needs and a devoted mother of three of your own - paled into insignificance when compared with the centimetres you couldn't lose from your waist.

It broke my heart to witness your despair and I'm sorry that I didn't rush to your defence. I'd already learned that it was your fault that you were fat. I'd even heard Dad describe losing weight as a ''simple'' process - yet one that you still couldn't come to grips with. The lesson: you didn't deserve any food and you certainly didn't deserve any sympathy.

But I was wrong, Mum. Now I understand what it's like to grow up in a society that tells women that their beauty matters most, and at the same time defines a standard of beauty that is perpetually out of our reach. I also know the pain of internalising these messages. We have become our own jailors and we inflict our own punishments for failing to measure up. No one is crueller to us than we are to ourselves. But this madness has to stop, Mum. It stops with you, it stops with me and it stops now. We deserve better - better than to have our days brought to ruin by bad body thoughts, wishing we were otherwise.

And it's not just about you and me any more. It's also about Violet. Your granddaughter is only 3 and I do not want body hatred to take root inside her and strangle her happiness, her confidence and her potential. I don't want Violet to believe that her beauty is her most important asset; that it will define her worth in the world. When Violet looks to us to learn how to be a woman, we need to be the best role models we can. We need to show her with our words and our actions that women are good enough just the way they are. And for her to believe us, we need to believe it ourselves. The older we get, the more loved ones we lose to accidents and illness. Their passing is always tragic and far too soon. I sometimes think about what these friends - and the people who love them - wouldn't give for more time in a body that was healthy. A body that would allow them to live just a little longer. The size of that body's thighs or the lines on its face wouldn't matter. It would be alive and therefore it would be perfect. Your body is perfect too. It allows you to disarm a room with your smile and infect everyone with your laugh. It gives you arms to wrap around Violet and squeeze her until she giggles. Every moment we spend worrying about our physical ''flaws'' is a moment wasted, a precious slice of life that we will never get back.

Let us honour and respect our bodies for what they do instead of despising them for how they appear. Focus on living healthy and active lives, let our weight fall where it may, and consign our body hatred in the past where it belongs. When I looked at that photo of you in the white bathing suit all those years ago, my innocent young eyes saw the truth. I saw unconditional love, beauty and wisdom. I saw my Mum.
Love, Kasey xx

This is an excerpt from Dear Mum, a collection of letters from Australian sporting stars, musicians, models, cooks and authors revealing what they would like to say to their mothers before it's too late, or would have said if only they'd had the chance.
All royalties go to the National Breast Cancer Foundation. Published by Random House and available now.

Weekend update and the conqueror.

Good Monday morning folks. Hope everyone had a great weekend and is feeling refreshed for a new week. Dudes, I hope your Father's Days were filled with steak, seafood, power tools, and golf. Ha! For the better part of a decade my mother has served as both my mom and my dad. Come to think of it, she has played that role for much longer than given credit for. Happy Father's Day, mom.

Speaking of Momma D, she is getting married this weekend. Wow. Isn't that crazy? We will be heading back to Cincinnati this weekend to help celebrate the big day.

Charleigh and I surprised Greg with some new swag for the back deck! We got him tiki torches, clear lights, solar lights, and candles that make bugs go away. We gave it to him on Saturday afternoon so that we could utilize the deck Saturday night. It was awesome. I failed at getting any pictures of it all done up. Maybe next time.

Here is Charleigh the conqueror attacking the largest tree stump around with a foam pool noodle. What she lacks in size, she makes up for with brute force  : )
We are still fully obsessed with Game of Thrones. We are close to finishing season 2 and I still want to kick King Joffrey.

Float on...

Jimmy Fallon's Hashtags: #DadQuotes

I hate Father's Day, but happen to love my baby daddy! Jimmy Fallon also makes me like it more. "What did she say?"

Happy Father's Days to the good ones, especially you Greg McNamara. I don't think you ever (in a million years) pictured yourself as the father to a pint-sized little girl. "Us McNamara's make boys!" Ha! But I must say, you completely rock at Ring Around the Rosie, tea parties, and playing baby dolls. Charleigh is so very lucky to have you, as am I.

Because it never gets old. Never.

I love how he keeps his hands in his pockets for the first 42 seconds.

Charleigh, Jared, and Derecho

That would be my kid. Ha! Charleigh is the only girl in her Toddler 1 classroom. The other girls have recently moved up to the next class. On the door to her room, each child has a picture hanging and this is Charleigh's. No one else has sunglasses on, but her. Apparently she is owning being the only girl ; )

Hi. Happy Wednesday. Remember when I told you that we had started watching Game of Thrones and I wasn't sure what I thought? Well I am now 100% addicted. I'm terrified of the White Walkers and the *ahem* adult scenes, but I'm totally ready to see that blond punk Joffrey get his butt kicked right over the wall. He is such a little jerk.

Did you know the Subway Jared guy is worth about $15 million dollars now? He lost weight, has kept it off, and made millions in the process. Way to go, Jared. You are the man.

The weather man says we have big storms coming tomorrow. It's suppose to hit Chicago, Milwaukee, Cincinnati, DC, and us in Baltimore. That's basically everywhere both our families live. I don't particularly trust the weather man after several failed snow predictions and hurricane predictions. I'm hoping he is wrong again.

Float on...

What in the world.

The San Diego State Fair is featuring this...

That would be a doughnut with Sloppy Joe and cheese. Excuse me while I go barf...

Since when did a simple doughnut stop being good enough? Let's not reinvent the wheel people, just keep it simple!

 

That's all I have for today ; ) Float on...

Weekend TV update.

Buenos nachos folks! I can't believe I haven't posted since last Wednesday. In all honesty, I had an off week last week. Sometimes you are the master juggler of your life and then other times, you drop the ball. Glad it's a new week and a clean slate.

The weekend came and went with the blink of an eye. Why does it always do that?! Charleigh did a lot of playing in her little pool. She starts swim lessons again at the end of this month. Did I mention she screamed bloody murder last time we dropped by the YMCA for open swim? I sure hope I'm not going to pay $120 for 8 screaming sessions... I want her to love the water and not be afraid (like her mom)

We started the series Game of Thrones over the weekend. I have yet to determine whether I like it yet. I swear my ADD makes it hard for me to focus on shows that you need to pay attention to. I watch 5 minutes, but then realize I really haven't been watching for the past 5 minutes and have gotten lost. Am I the only one this happens to?

We watched Identity Thief last night. I love Melissa McCarthy (who doesn't?) The movie was one of those movies where the funniest parts are in the previews and you basically know what is going to happen from the start, but it was still made us laugh. Sunday nights are the perfect night for a funny easy-to-follow movie.

I promise I didn't just watch TV all weekend. Ha! I also seriously need to get Charleigh's 16 month update on here. (She turned 16 months on May 23rd...) I will try to do that tomorrow.

Float on...

Kate McKinnon Takes Over for Ellen

I adore Ellen! And SNL isn't bad either. Combine the two and you get the perfect funny video to make you smile on a rainy Monday. I crack up when Kate McKinnon balances on the chair like Ellen does. (Also, does Kate have a hole in her jeans in an awkward place?)

No pooing.

Hey there guys and gals. Thanks for visiting today.

Let's talk about, "no pooing!" I know what you're thinking. "What the what?!? Meg has done lost her mind!" But it's not what you think. Get your mind out of the gutter : )

I'm talking about giving up shamPOO... now you're probably imagining me turning into some granola hippie chick, but I'm not. I just needed a change. I have long hair. I love long hair, but it was feeling weighed down and I had noticed that it always felt like I hadn't rinsed my hair enough even if I scrubbed and scrubbed. My hair was looking more greasy than normal. Not cool.

I had read an article about eliminating shampoo. Shampoo has harsh sulfates in it. They strip your hairs natural oils. That makes your scalp produce more oil than is
needed. So what do you use instead of shampoo?

Shampoo: 1 tablespoon baking soda mixed in 1 cup of water. Baking Soda doesn’t strip your hair of its natural oils, but it does remove dirt from your hair. I just use an old shampoo bottle to keep it in. I put this mix only on my roots and "lather."

Conditioner: 1 tablespoon vinegar in 1 cup of water (you can use 1/2 cup vinegar in 1/2 cup water if you want more) I put this mix on length of my hair and the ends.

"But Meg, doesn't your hair stink like vinegar?" Nope. It honestly has no smell at all. In the shower it smells like someone opened a jar of pickles and that terrified me at first, but once your hair is dry, there's no smell. Promise.

The down falls are that this method can make your hair tangley, especially when you first start. Also, the first 2-4 weeks your hair may be a bit more oily as it is transitioning from the previous shampoo/conditioner chemicals. But if you stick it out, you don't have to wash your hair as much. It stays cleaner longer. You don't have to spend a ton of money on fancy shampoos. Your hair will feel cleaner than it ever has and you will have more body and bounce.

It won't be this big though... Ha! Float on...

Bloggers aren't fake, they are simply choosing how they want to write their story.

I recently read a friend's blog where some anonymous jerk had made a mean comment about the blogger being fake, saying they only wrote about good/positive things and that they were trying to "sugar coat" their life. It's not the first time I've seen something like this in the land of blogs. Some people like to accuse bloggers of not being real, like us bloggers only blog about rainbows and kittens and Dippin' Dots...

To those people, I'd like to say excussssseeee me! A blog is a personal thing where you can write whatever you damn well please.

I didn't know you wanted to come to blogland to read about the argument I had with my husband about whose turn it was to put a trash can liner in the trash can or who forgot to run the garbage disposal and made the house smell like straight caca... (It wasn't me y'all)

Did you want to know that I was completely frustrated last night because my child repeatedly threw every dinner offering I could come up with of her highchair and we settled on a handful of animal crackers for dinner (Megan for the win!)

How about I tell you that I freaking hate that Sarah McLachlan animal shelter commercial. Even an animal rights supporter has their limits.

Or that even though there are a million better words in the english language, I still like to say the f word. A lot.

Nobody wants to read that crap. I like talking about rainbows and kittens and (hell yes) Dippin' Dots! They are only the best creation ever. I blog to remember the good times, not the bad. Bloggers aren't fake, they are simply choosing how they want to write their story. So if I'm too suzy sunshine for ya, go be negative in your own space of the internet. End rant!

Float on...