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Goatdog continues to amaze me with the ridiculously crazy things he chooses to eat. Lately, he's munched on everything from aluminum foil to snotty Kleenex's.  The more…

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My friend, Mel, at AccordingToMags is getting back at me for making her publish a post with the word penis in it. Now .... before you get all excited ... hers is a very innocent story. When she initially told me about it, she had no intention of putting it in her blog .... until I pushed. And pushed. And then had a snack and went to check the mail. And then pushed a little more. Anyway, her post is a…

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I swear my husband gets his jollies by trying to embarrass the crap out of me.  He's always enjoyed putting the car windows down and driving around our neighborhood with the radio blaring full blast.  And believe me, I've seen many an eye roll from our fellow neighbors whenever we go thumping by.  It makes me wanna slump down in the seat and pretend like I'm not really there, even…

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This story takes place a couple of years ago when Jake was in 3rd grade and ranks a magnitude 10 on the Richtor scale of embarrassment. This was when I was working again full time and less hopeless (I joke). Anyway, Craig and I usually spent our weekends…

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I swear my blog pretty much writes itself with the ridiculous things that continuously happen to me.  And good old Goatdog is often at the center of the craziness that provides such good writing material.  Remember last week when he charged right through the glass on the front door of our house?  Well, the big furry bastard actually topped that little stunt over the weekend,…

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In the spirit of sharing embarrassing moments, I thought I'd relive another little doozy with y'all. Cause, really, what good is a humiliating memory if you can't share it with others?  This one, however, was TRULY mortifying because it took place during a time in my life when I hadn't yet learned to laugh at myself.

 

This went down eons ago when I…

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I think we've all learned by now that I am THE queen of embarrassing moments.  Lord knows I've certainly had way more than my fair share of 'em.  And if I hadn't figured out how to laugh at myself a long, long time ago, well, I'd sure as hell be living in a ditch somewhere with a bag over my head by now.  Luckily, though, I just dust myself off and move on with the show,…

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** Straws make everything taste better.

 

** "Everybody hurts" when you post pictures of your penis.  (Did you hear that, Michael Stipe??!!)

 

** Embarrassing moments hunt me down like a bear in the woods.

 

** My…

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If you've been following my blog for any length of time, you know by now that Goatdog and I have a love/hate relationship.  Sure, he may look cute and all, but don't let that fool ya for even one little second:

 

 

He is the Tazmanian Devil disguised as an Airedale.  You'd see just what I mean if you were to watch him in action when someone approaches our front…

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Have you ever noticed that you are more willing to do things you wouldn't have been caught dead doing before having kids? I am so there right now. Izzy and I were out and about most of the morning. I had to take her to the pediatrician for a wellness checkup and then run errands afterwards. Towards the end of our trip we were waiting at the red light around lunch time. Izzy was getting a little fussy so I broke out singing "The Itsy Bitsy Spider". She loves that song and will usually join in… Continue

I've been asked to re-post this; while it's true that it's easy to scroll down and find it, my friend pointed out that new visitors to the blog might not do so, and another friend said they hadn't seen this one at all. So, since it's a favorite I'm going to repost it.



I also want to add one thought about why kids don't like their parents to dance in front of them. I touched on this in the comments section, but I want to elaborate. Dancing sexualizes a person (I mean, unless you're… Continue