Author: Morgan

The Truth about Pregnancy.

Depending on the source you consult – a week from today, I will be 26 weeks and 3 days pregnant, and therefore entering my 3rd Trimester.   (Pregnancy sources are all over the place in terms of dating and tracking your pregnancy.)    My Mother-In-Law pointed out to me this week, that after reading through a bunch of my blog posts in… Read more →

Some seriously freaky shit.

Sometimes (like yesterday, when I finish a very long blog post) I think to myself:  “I have way too much free time.”   But then I see things like this, and I’m certain that there are people in this world who have more free time (and longer attention spans, and less body dysmorphia) than I do.   Sure, some of these are… Read more →

Jon, you used to be cool.

When the Gosselins first became tabloid fodder, I really felt for them (and blamed Octomom.)   I’d watched their show casually for a couple of years, and I felt like this was just a sweet little family in an unexpected situation making the best of it.   I live in the world, so it’s been hard NOT to be somewhat aware… Read more →

It’s a sickness, really.

I effing love me some Home Decor.  Maybe it’s because growing up, my Mom was an interior designer (both by nature, and by practice) and was/is constantly bringing home new accessories/swatches etc. to switch out with the old and keep the house “fresh.”    When Scott and I moved in together, I went into overdrive.   I’m a home furnishings shopaholic, and… Read more →

Technical Difficulties.

You may have noticed that this site was down for about 3 hours this morning.    Or that it’s lacking it’s usual lustre now that it’s returned.    Well…please bear with me, as this morning’s upgrade to the newest version of WordPress did not agree with my beloved theme.    This is not good for the hormones. Thanks to a generous and… Read more →

Happy Father’s Day

Sure, a picture of my Dad and I together would probably be more apropo, but this picture of him (on the left, with the incredible jew-fro) and a school buddy (with the equally incredible moustache) from the early 70’s was just too hilarious to pass up. My Dad is just plain cool.   He always wears wayfarers, introduced me to Jazz… Read more →

Summer.

Today officially marks the beginning of summer, and I for one couldn’t be happier.   Despite the fact that I’ve swelled up like a water balloon and people keep pitying me for having to be pregnant all through the hot hot Valley summer (seriously, it’s 10 degrees hotter here…that’s not just a cute tagline) I welcome the opportunity to wear minimal… Read more →