But then I also had big plans to start this: Which is HARD. I mean awesome, but HARD. I passed out on the couch the second Scott walked in from work. Mostly from the sugar withdrawal headache. Because MAN I have GOT to stop eating all of Dee’s fruit snacks. But any way, now that I’m up from my nap… Read more →
Category: Cut Your Crap
Purgeday Thursday on Tuesday. Or Whatever. It’s Back. Yes, Again. Because Life is a Cycle.
I can tell when I need to purge because I literally can’t think straight. (Or manage a regular blog-posting schedule.) It’s a cycle I’ve hung on to for almost as long as I can remember. In elementary school it was my back pack and the cubby under my desk. In High School, it was my locker and my car (and… Read more →
The Greatest Purge I’ve Ever Purged
Sunday night, Scott and I collapsed onto the couch, a little sunburned, totally exhausted, and really, really happy. Nope, we hadn’t spent the day at the beach. (Not that you thought we did, since I bombed pretty much every form of social media available with news of my purge) We had an epic, massive, awesome Yard Sale. Let me remind… Read more →
I can’t talk now I’m reorganizing my office again.
And so by default then also my living room. 1100 Square Feet, Baby. Livin’ the dream. L-I-V-I-N. Read more →
Just When I Thought I Would Break The Universe Brought Me Shoes.
This whole not buying any new clothes until I’ve worn or discarded of everything in my closet thing? It’s hard. Like, really hard. I had no idea that I would have like desperate withdrawal-style urges to shop. Apparently I’m an emotional shopper and stripping myself of that vice has left me in search of new ways to occupy my mind.… Read more →
Cut Your Crap: No, Your Literal Crap
Forgive me body, for I have sinned. It has been three years since my last cleanse, and I have not treated you well in that time. I have demanded so much of you – and you have delivered. You created life. I ignored your ailments. You screamed for respite; I laughed in the face of your cries. 80 lbs up. … Read more →
New Year, Same Me. Crap.
You see why I had to stop calling this series PURGEDAY THURSDAY? Even though it’s totally catchier than “Cut Your Crap” I am nowhere near together enough to keep something like this to the same day of the week. Plus, I have deadlines in my real jobs, so there’s no way in hell I’m adding the bonus stress of imposing… Read more →
Cut Your Crap: Overstimulated.
{125 Swimming Pools by Jenny Odell} The other night, I came home from a late afternoon meeting and Scott suggested that we all go for a walk. Together. The five of us, including the two dogs, one of whom is still a puppy. “You know…to maybe help all of us burn off some energy.” Living with a toddler is a… Read more →
I Threw My Fucking Back Out, And Also Cut Your Crap.
{Photo unrelated but awesome.} You guys…am I 100 years old? How the hell did I get old enough to throw my fucking back out? Oh that’s right. When my kid started weighing more than like 10 lbs and starting insisting that I pick her up all the time. And the girl has no mercy. She doesn’t care that when I… Read more →
Cut Your Crap: Special Holiday Edition!
It’s Black Friday – and that means that we’re all a little fatter and shopping away our shame, right? Unless you live in Porter Ranch, in which case you are either A) recovering from being trampled and/or maced, or B) the kind of lunatic who will pepper spray children for a shot at half-off an Xbox Kinect. Yes that happened… Read more →