So do you remember when you had friends? Come on you remember–they’re the people who quit calling when you had children. I’m not blaming them, god knows I quit hanging out with a lot of people I liked once they had nothing left to talk about other than what brand of ass wipes they [...]
In my search for the perfect leggings, I stumbled upon the “suck you in” kind of leggings. Or more appropriately, “shaping” leggings. And I decided that they were perfect. Because one of the things I was worried about with my much loved outfit was that I wasn’t thin enough. But shaping leggings would make me thin [...]
I was fully prepared to introduce myself and my 2 month old son with a snooty post about how he is basically the best baby in the world. Right when he became 5 weeks old, he started sleeping through the night in his own crib. I obviously took full responsibility for his behavior and began [...]
I shouldn’t be glad he hit the baby’s head against the stove. Maybe glad isn’t the right word. Smug might be more like it. We give Ryan his baths on the kitchen counter, you see. We do this because my back cannot handle the low tub with the high side. I tried it a few times and spent all of bath [...]
I know that I’m lucky to have traveled as much as I already have in my life. The thing of it is though, once you’ve had a taste, the need to see new places, savor new food and view the world from 38,000 feet suctions on to your brain like an octopus on a large, [...]
This isn’t your typical Aiming Low post. It may not be full of the humor you’ve come to expect. But what we’ve learned is our greatest ability to appreciate laughter comes after tears have cleansed our souls. — Anissa, founder of Aiming Low and Rachel’s lucky friend Ah, the month of May, brought to you [...]
My high school choir teacher was a walking disaster. We spent more time on her stream-of-consciousness benders than we did warming up. We learned all about her codependent circus of a family and just how much she had cried at her latest solo viewing of The Titanic. I knew she was a moron after the [...]
I have a bad habit of eating like a garbage disposal. It makes perfect sense, waste-wise. It’s a natural chain of events— a simple formula: whatIcookfortheboys – whattheydon’teat = easymealsforme
My husband. Great father. Smart. Funny (sorta). And a big geek. Or nerd. Whichever term you prefer.
I have two things in common with Oprah: 1) I believe in the importance of the right bra and 2) I am a billionaire media mogul. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I am excited about bras right now. The farther away I get from nursing Simon, the more I’m remembering all the great things that can [...]
I awoke Saturday morning to my 13-month-old screaming and my husband yelling for my help. He wanted to get up early with her so I could sleep in; however, she had other plans. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong and why she was throwing such a fit over a diaper change. This wasn’t the [...]
Like everyone else who is an American, I need to de-flab and de-stress. Those yoga people always look super serene and lithe, and not that I hate them with a Gwyneth Paltrow level of despising, but I do hate them just enough that I want to be like them. (To clarify, I do NOT want [...]
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