Have you heard that Luci has crazy hair?   Well, here’s your proof!

Jami- I for sure think we should keep this going and start a separate blog with all morning hair posts  I may even include a few of my own, pretty spectacular morning hair looks.

So, for the past 3 weeks, I’ve kept a camera in Luci’s room and 1st thing upon her waking up, I take a shot of the awesomeness.  The total and complete and utter awesomeness that is my Luci’s morning hair.  Check this out, it’s pretty amazing (if you want to see the full sized image, click on the photo and then click a 2nd time):

Boo hoo hoo. Getting back to reality has proven to be even more difficult than I ever thought possible.  I miss my island.  Don't get me wrong, being back with Luci is a-mazing (God, we missed her!).  I just wish I could've brought the island home with us.  Seriously, y'all- I cried when we got in the boat and drove away →

My secret wish for Luci is for her to become a film director. I picture a little cutie-pie with frizzy hair at 7 or 8 years- old, running around donning a teeny-made-for-lil-girls Gorilla Biscuits t-shirt that her Dad made her, with a video camera, filming her stuffed animals.   Then eventually, going to film camp.  Some kids go to like regular ol →

Did you notice when this thing was going around Facebook?   I did one for myself a while back (remember, I love lists), so now I thought I'd do one for Luci Goosie, or Chubby Chapman as we've been calling her as of late. Her hair is insane.  Like insane-in-the-membrane, nutzo-craze-o insane.  Some days it's curly, some days it's flat.  Every morning, →

Needed to find an attention-grabbing subject line to grab ya back, reader.... that is, if there are any readers still out there.  Sorry for my posting-hiatus (I don't count the last post about the stinky gym dude as a real post- I just needed to bitch).  I've been uber busy.  And, uber stressed.  Work has been kicking my butt and →

Dear Skanky, smelly-ass Gym Dude, It is NOT ok to smell as bad as you do.  It is NOT acceptable for you to come barging into the track like you own the place, with your dang smelly, stinky, deeeesgusting gym outfit made of crap.  And, your stupid, stinky "running shoes" that aren't even running shoes at all, they've got no arch →

Thank you for giving me 60 shots in my thighs. Thank you for holding my hair and wiping my face when I was puking in the parking lot after the 1st IVF procedure. Thank you for holding my hand through many painful procedures and wiping my tears after many painful disappointments.  I realize I'm stronger than I look and I probably near-bout →

I've been getting a bit of flack for my sappy emo-girl blog posts.  So, I'm emotional.  I can admit it.  But, I'd like to think of myself as well-rounded with equal parts emo-girl and yes, bitchy-mcbitch.  I hope the aforementioned posts don't give readers out there the wrong idea.  I can still bitch with the best of 'em.  So, to prove →

I love lists. This is for all you lady-mammas-to-be out there.  I know a few peeps who are knocked-up so I thought I'd send out an unsolicited list concerning all things essential as I see them, for the 1st 9 months.  I've divided it into pre-baby checklist, newborn, and things you can wait on.  I also included a list of things I did →

Perhaps one of the most easily-recognized jazz tunes, Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" just turned 50.   This is an amazing song.  And, "Time Out" is an amazing album.  Ok, so I'm not musically-inclined and unless someone points it out to me, I wouldn't be able to determine four-four from  five-four from whatever.  But, I can appreciate a damn good song that →