So I'm pregnant which means this blog could go one of two ways:1.  Uphill, because of all the new material pregnancy brings.  2.  Downhill, because I can no longer consume alcohol and write.  Either way I hope you'll stick with me through October.  This was written in my first trimester:Sometimes I wish we could just ...

pet peeve; nounaparticularandoftencontinualannoyance;personal bugbear(TOP FIVE) 1.  The jelly roll that I now call my stomach.  It just Won't. Go. Away.  It doesn't matter what I do.  I have an elliptical in my bedroom and actually use it.  I do sit-ups every night.  For Christ's sake I OWN a yoga studio.  That jiggle is not budging.  ...

Perusing through emails reading all of your awesome questions and landed on this picture entitled "our puppy was born!!"  I can't stop staring... That's a lot of nursing.  That's a lot of nipple.  Poor bitch.

If you are used to swearing everyday it's very hard to switch this instinct off.  I have the mouth of a trunk-driver. Sure, I scaled it back a bit when Little Miss was born but an occasional expletive still slips out here and there.  I said the word shit twice in Little Miss P's presence ...

I did ballet for 6 years before I got all curvy in middle school and quit.  But my dream of being a (tiny) dancer never died.  I still dance in my living room.  And sometimes after 6 or 7 drinks I can convince Hubby to lift me up a la' the end scene in Dirty ...