Writing an ecology essay can be a cumbersome task. It involves a lot of research, which during the writing, can cause the making of a lot of mistakes on the paper. The mistakes range from minor spelling mistakes to catastrophic grammatical errors that are costly. A lot of mistakes make your ecology essay untidy and…
So I was internet stalking (Not actually true, I know a lot of bloggers who were there and I had no choice but to see, hide, or unfollow. In some cases I did all three because I’m a grown up and I get to choose.) alllllllll of the bloggers posting pictures of fun they were…
Sunday is Mother’s Day, and the people who made me a mother, commonly known around here as the Wee Frat Boys, are the subject of my guest post today over on one of my favorite blogs, Things I Can’t Say. The Wee Frat Boys are referred to as drunk zombies in that post. Because that’s what it feels…
Ever met one of your biggest heroes? I have. Even though I was scared to death of her because you never know what is going to come out of her mouth. When I first saw her coming down the hall the hotel at Type-A Con 2012, (Shameless plug: Click here for a 25% off coupon for Type-A Con 2013.)…
Today my sassy mouth, whose brain happens to constantly be scheming a trip, was on America Now discussing ways to save money on travel. What is most impressive is that I had pink eye when I went in to talk with Maureen O’Boyle, and I didn’t drop any eff bombs. Told you I have some sense. Huge thanks to…
I keep reading and rereading the Wall Street Journal‘s article about Mommy Blogger Conferences. I read all of the follow up blog posts where irate bloggers, some of whom are friends, trash the author and her snarky attitude. The overall gist of the article is that a bunch of silly women who have jumped on the…
I’m envious of people who can write eloquently and quickly after things happen like the bombings at the Boston Marathon a few days ago. It always takes me a little more time to process things like this. While I was glued to the news on Monday, I was scared that there would be more explosions.…
I’m in love with my gynecologist. OK, so maybe it’s not love, but I do want to be friends with her. So much that I look forward to seeing her every year. She has cared for me through both of my pregnancies and told me I could have c-sections if I wanted to. I did,…
I’ve been told I’m a snob. I don’t think I am one usually, but I went to Myrtle Beach earlier this week for a few days and I realized that yes, I am a snob about certain things. John and I took the Wee Frat Boys down to Myrtle for a few days to break…
I got my first bra when I was nine. I didn’t need one, and wouldn’t for another four years or so, but I was in a class with girls who were older and significantly more physically developed than I and I wanted to fit in. Family members joked with me that I just needed “two…
