Scenes from a Proposal: The Boy

If you’ve had just about enough of the PROPOSAL talk, I suggest you check back later in the week.
‘Cause it ain’t gonna stop. I can’t help it.
And because I wanted to know what the day was like for him, I asked The Boy to write a post about last Tuesday. What follows is the way [...]

Scenes from a Proposal: The Mastermind

Tuesday wouldn’t have happened the way it did without the awe-inspiring talents of Marcy of The Glamorous Life Association. If you don’t already read her, you need to start. She’s witty. She’s smart. She’s funny. And she’s one of my favorite bloggers.
Apparently, however, I need to do a better job leaving comments. After [...]

This I know is true.

This morning I awoke knowing one thing.
One. True. Thing.
The Blogosphere is tighter-lipped than a submarine full of government spooks. With Tourette’s. Wait. What?
(Yeah, I don’t know. It DOES paint a funny picture, though, right? Maybe it’s just me. Meh, roll with it.)
Three short months ago, the planets aligned and delivered me The Boy. Last night, [...]

Big changes brewing in Pie Town.

Okay, CLEARLY I’ve been in hiding. Kind of avoiding the poor old blog. Give me a sec and I’ll get you up to speed.
Last Monday I was laid off — for all intents and purposes, out of the blue — and rather than cry, my first reaction was YIPPEEE! Although I’ve made every effort not [...]

Winners and Losers

In the Book of Mommypie, there’s the fantastic … and there’s the sucktastic.
This week’s WINNER:
YOGOS for their savvy marketing. Instead of offering a pain-in-the-ass mail in coupon or crap toy, they offer a chance to win CASH. IN THE BOX. And guess what? WE WON!
And although I have to admit, I’m really sick of companies [...]

A dark day in Smalltown USA.

This is the post I’ve been avoiding writing. I didn’t want to dwell, but feel the need to record what was a shocking and sad day in my hometown.
Our historic, picturesque little downtown blew up.

The blast took with it a beloved local bar, a restaurant, an art gallery, and a children’s store. In an instant [...]

My personal savior, ShamWow.

Tonight, as is the routine, when MP and I arrived home she bolted from the car and ran to Grammy and Poppy’s house. And just as I always do, I packed up backpack, lunchbox, sippy cup, artwork, boots, the mail, my bag, etc., and hauled the lot to our house next door.
I dropped everything at [...]

You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons.

I am a hand whore. For some, it’s a good back scratch. For others, it’s having their feet rubbed. For me, it’s having my hands massaged.
Which is why this makes me laugh. (Make sure you turn up the volume.)
I confess. I totally make people touch my hands for stupid reasons.

What? Exploding Laundry?

I’ve been a very bad blogger. Between The Boy’s visit, Swap Mamas — which I’m OBSESSED with, btw — my town literally EXPLODING, and MP’s 5th birthday … sadly, the old blog has gotten the short end of the stick.
I figure the best way to catch up is a laundry list. Which brings me [...]

Going out to all the Non-Contributing Zeros.

The Boy posted this on Facebook — it’s really just too good not to share. Plus, I figure if I’m gonna phone it in, it might as well be for something this awesome.