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If I Knew Then What I Know Now

If I knew then what I know now I would have had more fun Showed the others how My smile brought the [more]

A Last-Minute Gift For People Who Make Love

Let me guess, you forgot about the thing. The thing where you NEED a quick gift that looks and feels[more]

Why Jehovah’s Witnesses Should Sell Thin Mints

Well, the results of the world’s most “Duh” survey are in–Thin Mints are the most popula[more]

Non-Conference 101: What is a “Roundtable”?

You may have been asking yourself “What exactly IS a roundtable and how is this different from[more]

5 Movies from the 80s I’ve Never Seen. Don’t You Judge Me.

You can’t believe I haven’t seen them.

Sometimes, I can’t believe I haven’t seen them because you’re so incredulous that I haven’t seen them.

Some of the so-called greatest 80s movies, LIKE-OMG-EVER. And that’s exactly how you say it, too.

  1. The Goonies. I KNOW. I just haven’t gotten around to seeing it because it’s like “a thing,” now. I’ve begun to ascribe to magical thinking that not having seen The Goonies sets me apart from everyone else. What if all the things I’m exceptional at is due to the fact that I haven’t seen The Goonies? What if it would be like if Superman went back to Krypton? He’d just be another dude with dark hair and clean-cut good looks. No laser beams shooting out of the eyes or flying. I don’t think I could live like that, people. Not after experiencing this kind of power. Not having seen The Goonies could be my yellow sun.

3 Reasons I Shouldn’t Be Allowed Near a Kitchen

I had only been back in the country for less than 24 hours, having been to visit relatives back in the UK, but the kitchen and I had not gotten off to an auspicious start.

What a salmon fillet should look like!

Firstly, and for reasons completely unknown to me at the time, I thought I could save a bit of time on the morning we were due to fly back to England by not washing up. “I know,” I thought conspiratorially, “I can just chuck the dishes in the dishwasher.” Obviously I didn’t think that 10 days of being in the dishwasher would result in fluffy white mold on the few pots that would have taken no more than 10 minutes to wash, dry and put away. Hmmm, odd that, eh?  I guess I need to hand back my domestic goddess badge.

3 Pictures Most People Wouldn’t Take With Their iPhones

Have you ever analyzed the type of pictures that you tend to take? I think most people have a picture-taking style or interest. Some people’s pictures will consist primarily of their kids, pets or themselves. Some like landscapes, signs or food.

Do you know what I discovered when I was skimming through all my iPhone pictures? I take a lot of amazing pictures of my wonderful children and the only pictures I have of myself are ones I should not even be taking.

I can’t help it.

When I pose for a picture I make a face, because that feels more normal than smiling. I do a lot of really jackassy things I feel the need to document and share with friends to give them more ammo to make fun of me.

Plus, I figure if I am finding myself doing something that makes me laugh why not share it with others?

Yellow Teeth are Better Than Tasting Bleach Buttpaste

I drink a lot of coffee and red wine and my teeth are a nice shade of yellow. I decided I wanted whiter teeth and shine. The problem is that those home teeth bleaching strips taste terrible! I frightened my children walking around with them because I would drool on myself. I actually dug out baby bibs from the garage!

You Wish Your Morning Hair Was This Sexy

Sometimes I wake up with scary hair! I’m not exactly sure how it happens. While I enjoy having bangs sometimes they have a mind of their own.

Nostril Plugs Are Sexy and You Know It

I have a small nose and tiny nostrils so blowing my nose can be difficult. I’d much rather walk around with tissue up my nose than blow it constantly when my allergies are acting up.

What are some of YOUR shamelful self-portrait poses?

Dirge of the Bridesmaid: Part 1

You're green with envy over how sexy I am, aren't you?

About a year ago, I was a bridesmaid in my brother-in-law’s wedding. The weeks leading up to the event were filled with a mild sense of apprehension on my part. I was honored to be included, but the vision that the bride-to-be painted for her big day made my non-girlie-girl knees shake. I was sure that this was going to be one of the most ghetto-fab weddings in the history of all nuptials. 

11 Weird Foods I Have Tried

I grew up in an Irish-Catholic, meat-and-taters family. When I met my future sucker husband, the list of foods I WOULD eat was much shorter than the food I WOULDN’T eat. The first time he brought me home for dinner they served these bizarre foods like zucchini and chick peas and olives and herbs and…

The Difference Between Boys and Girls

My daughter and I recently spent four days at a Caribbean resort, our first mother-daughter getaway. We bonded over frozen drinks, had our toes painted and shared one or two long cries that ended up bringing us closer together. We came home holding hands and giggling over inside jokes. My husband and son spent the…

Drowning in Pinch Pots

I love my kids. They can be cute and smart and funny and I relish their accomplishments. I keep their little drawings and progress reports and the cards they make for me. I imagine that, someday, they might mean even more to me (or that they might eventually mean something to them). So, I tuck…

Aunt Becky and the Brain

I started getting headaches in my early twenties, which, at 31, seems a lifetime ago. Back then, I could pop a few Tylenol, chug a Red Bull and be all wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am as I went about my day. After my daughter was born, the headaches increased until I was having them every day. People are always…

The Stupidest Commercial Ever

There are a lot of dumb commercials out there. Like the ones where women are beside themselves with smug joy over fat-free yogurt with flavors like “triple-crème Brie,” or “carnival corndog.” Listen ladies, I know society has taught us to hate ourselves and to frantically pack every orifice with Splenda until we can’t feel our…

Let’s Hope No Kids Google “Santa” in January

Over the past few weeks, I have noticed something about the Facebook status updates from my friends that have older children in regards to Santa. They’re in shock that their children are actually questioning his existence, even when said children are 10-12 years old. I will just come right out and say it: I don’t…