Monthly Archives: January 2012

I have failed my son.

Dubya and Hollywood Boyfriend Jeremy Renner are currently playing Little Big Planet. Part of the appeal to this game is getting to customize your own character. I do not understand this game. Or why my son is playing it and … Continue reading

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What lies ahead: a weekend of debauchery, ruckus, and knitting

You know the moms that have never ever spent a single night away from their children and think that the sun rises and falls from their bottoms?  Yeah, I’m not one of those moms.  I crave alone time.  Time away … Continue reading

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Tattle Baby

According to my mother, I was quite the tattle baby when I was growing up.  I’d rat out my brothers about anything and everything under the sun to get them in trouble.  (Sorry, fellas, but you totally deserved it).    I still … Continue reading

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Stupid Squirrel Holiday

A friend of mine informed me via Facebook that today is Squirrel Appreciation Day.  (Read more about this idiocy here: To which I say, “What. The. Fuck.” Now you might be thinking, “Now, Momma McD, those are some really … Continue reading

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Footloose has always been one of my favorite movies.  It’ s a feel good movie.  It makes you want to get up and dance and change the world ALL AT THE SAME TIME.  What can be better than that?  Dubya … Continue reading

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Theatrics and Dramatics…

My children are great at trying to get what they want.  Or get out of trouble.    They use their big eyes in such a way that they resemble Puss from the Shrek movies.  They make pouty lips.  And they are darned … Continue reading

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Tooting my husband’s horn. (not that way. pervs)

As previously mentioned, my Hollywood Boyfriend Jeremy Renner has a ‘protect & serve’ style job.  Due to the demands of said job, the hellraisers children and I don’t get to see him very often.  He is sleeping when we start our day.  He’s gone … Continue reading

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