No, seriously. Let’s talk about you for a minute, can we? First I posted that little poll about how people read blogs, to answer a burning question I had. And I was kind of fascinated by the responses – super surprised at how many people were using a reader! (I actually don’t use a reader — except on my iPad… Read more →
Author: Morgan
Our relationship is like old enough to menstruate.
August 2001 I think this picture was taken? My future hubby and I had already been through a lot together by then, two years and 3000 miles into our burgeoning love affair. I can’t quite explain what it feels like to get to grow up in love with the person you marry. But we did. Scott and I grew up… Read more →
If I had 2.85 Million Dollars…
Well, YEAH Ryan Murphy, I’d be going around singing and dancing all day long too if I got to come home to this gorgeous Carl Maston designed pad. Except that he’s apparently desperate to sell it, and has dropped the price like, nearly 50% since it hit the market a really long time ago, so I can only imagine what… Read more →
This stuff is so good.
I’m like a walking ball of anxiety. Even before it all cropped up on me this year, I’ve always been prone to getting wound up and really really into relaxing. So I will pretty much try anything aromatherapuetic to take the edge off my crazy in an effort keep myself from becoming a full-blown drug addict. {You know what I… Read more →
Aftershocks.
My psychiatrist recently told me it could take a year or more to truly recover from postpartum depression. {Like, picture that scene from Good Will Hunting where Robin Williams is being all creepy intense with Matt Damon going “it’s not your fault” – it was kind of like that, but with more squirming uncomfortably and less crying and emotional man-hugs.} … Read more →
Valentine Rewind
Two years ago today, I peed on generic brand pregnancy test and it came up positive. This is what I posted to my (then brand new) blog while waiting for Scott to return home: Mustaches for Valentine – Originally published Feb 14, 2009. Scott and I will be celebrating our first deca-dating-versary on Feb 19th (that’s 10 years together.) [Note:… Read more →
Can I ask you a question?
As a “publisher”, I don’t want to be a pain in your asses by pushing content out over every possible channel all day long, in an effort to be heard above the blogging din. But I also don’t want you to forget about me because I’m not tweeting/facebooking/otherwise pinging you with my links multiple times a day. I asked on… Read more →
Pretty things to ease your (my) mind.
Yesterday was horrendous. I was involved in an accident with a Motorcyclist on the freeway. I don’t think I should go into details about an open claim on the internet, but fuck that was the scariest experience of my life, having a human slam into my car. He’s okay. He was able to speak to us on the… Read more →
She’s a Lady
Photo courtesy of Scott. Henry the Hippo courtesy of Uncle Eric. ______________________________________ Stuff I wrote elsewhere this week: You have to check out the work of Erika Iris Simmons. She makes incredible art with recycled analog tape, the guts of an exploded baseball…and a lot of other crazy things. I posted about her on Cargoh, along with being jealous of… Read more →
OMG STFU BBQ
It’s weird this whole “Mom blogging” thing. I don’t usually like to call myself that because…don’t you try to put your labels on ME blogosphere. Also it makes me feel like a dork who wears her pants too high. (I don’t, even though I should…my body may be back to it’s usual size, but the skin on my stomach will… Read more →