I don't know why they don't teach this real life birth control in schools, but I promise if they explain to kids of having-sex-for-the-first-time age that this is the shit you'll have to deal with in another 11-15 years they probably will abstain or at least make sure they actually use birth control. Nothing is worse that waking up, turning on the coffee maker and
Be warned, this ain't no highlight reel. My friend Kathy, from The Junk Drawer, posted a video on Facebook this morning. Kathy tends to post more cats and stuff from Reddit than sports so I figured there must be more to it than sports. The video is an interview with Nick Foles after winning the Super Bowl where he offers some inspiring words of advice.
Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all. Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop Who the hell puts their baby, along with the cradle, in a fucking tree? They don't. It's a metaphor. For mother (or father, primary caregiver - just so I don't offend anyone reading this who isn't
Between all the many terrorist attacks, stupid things President Trump tweets or what stupid thing a washed up celebrity has said, I just can't muster anymore outrage. I want to be upset, I do. I mean the fact that Kathy Griffin hired an attorney because she believes the Trumps are going after her and dooming her career - because she hired a photographer to take
I'm going to be taking a social media break. Mostly from Facebook since that is where I waste most of my time. I'm doing it for many reasons, the above mentioned wasting time is a big one, but I'm also doing it because it's not fun anymore. Social media has turned into the Mean Girls table in 7th grade and I hated it then and
Hat tip to my friend Leigh for texting this reminder - douchebaggery is hard to cure - after a meeting with a douchebag. She asked me if I really expected things to turn out any differently than they did and then followed up with the aforementioned truism. Douchebaggery is hard to cure, indeed In fact, I have yet to meet a douchebag who has been
I'm at the end of my rope! My dad used to say that all the time. So much that it lost its meaning over time even if he had good reason to be hanging on to that rope's end. Now I am at the end of the my rope. Nothing has happened to put me there, just life. I'm tired, so tired. Midlife Crisis?
Recently there's been a fiery discussion on social media about single moms who celebrate Father's Day. In other words, in addition to being celebrated by their children on Mother's Day they also are celebrated for Father's Day because they have had to do all the roles of the missing father. As is the case for most discussions on Facebook a vocal few think it's horrible
Last month I went to Las Vegas for the first time ever. I went with my BFF Stella and we had a blast. Stella sent me an email last September wondering if I would like to celebrate my birthday in Vegas with her and I jumped at the chance. This vacation was the first time in I can't remember that I did something without children
"Cold enough for you?" That's the question Minnesotans greet each other with. It's a rhetorical question but one we start using when the temperature dips below freezing for the first time in the fall. Come summer in August we'll ask if it's hot enough too but we don't use that phrase for very long. It's cold here in Minnesota. As I type this it's -6°.
