So, I forgot to mention the highlight of my pool outing… My subtle boob dance of arrangement. I’ve breastfed all for of my children and subsequently lost almost 100lbs. My boobs are shot, and aside from being naked, the most evident way to see this unnatural phenomenon is when I wear the only bathing suit I own, that just happens to be a size and a half too big, and offers little assistance except to keep me from being naked, or anyone from wanting to see me naked (score!). Its just not...
…and International Women’s Day… my top 10 reasons I’m glad I’m a woman, and a feminist. 1. I never, ever have to say, “I’m not a feminist, but…” 2. I can get my hair cut, get asked if I’m working today and respond by saying that I work 24/7 as a mom plus I work from home. Those were both my choices, and both of which proudly proclaim… most days. 3. I don’t have to have a partner to survive, but if I choose to go that route again,...
I have been thinking a lot about couches lately. I’d like a new one, but I’m picky, we have a demonic cat, and the couch I really want is cost prohibitive and would require me actually decorating my house, so its out for a while. Couch purchasing is not what I’m thinking about much; I’m thinking about the life of a couch. The couch I am sitting upon has been in the family longer than The Enigma. I have a photo of him breastfeeding on one of the stupid safari-animal (shush!)...
In case you’ve been living in a hole, are in nursing school, or otherwise allergic to the news and politics, you should know that an amendment to the Health Care Reform Bill was passed in the House, enabling the Health Care Reform Bill to be passed, where it is awaiting the whole Senate process of turning good ol’ Bill into a Law. Bill, after all, lives on Capitol Hill, right? Well, this is GREAT news for all of the supporters of the Health Care Reform Bill. Excellent news! Unless of...
In lieu of NaNoWriMo, I said I was going to do NaBloPoMo and write a blog post each day this month. Well, I’ve already blown that – it has nothing to do with being a pseudo-single mom with a fever. Nothing. Really, I’m just a slacker. Stop making me feel guilty! I have other sites to run, kids to wrangle, papers to write and hummus to eat! That’s right, I’m back on the hummus. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. I know my limits, I’m not afraid to admit that...
