Everythings not about my boobs anymore.

Oh hai!

Um. I forgot I had a blog. It’ll never happen again. So ANYWAY.

Here, I’ll catch you up:

There was Halloween.

Bella & Veronica/Zombie Cheerleader & Cheeta Cat

Trevor & Billy/The Hobos

Jack/The Baby in Halloween Jammies

And then everyone in the house got disgustingly sick.

But Jack was the only one nice enough to let . . . → Read More: Everythings not about my boobs anymore.

The incredible exploding family

So, we took Billy to the airport last week to send him off to his father for the yearly summer visit. After fighting with the ex all year over the visitation schedule, decision making authorities and who pays for what, it was a trip we weren’t sure he would be making. In the end, though, our . . . → Read More: The incredible exploding family

Foreheads, Republicans & Singing Doctors

Where the hell have I been?

Hiring a lawyer: Yay for custody battles! This appears to be going ok-ish, although my Republican, Bush-loving, animal-heads-mounted-on-his-walls, nervous-twitch-having lawyer kept smacking himself on the ass and telling us that he has a birthmark “RIGHT.THERE” that matches the one on Jack’s forehead. I think he is on drugs.  He is a very nice . . . → Read More: Foreheads, Republicans & Singing Doctors

I hope you read this.

What you are doing is not fair. I know – life is not fair – but what you are doing is just offensive to me as a mother and as a woman and it’s plain wrong.

I married you when I was a silly little girl - just doing what I was told - but divorcing you . . . → Read More: I hope you read this.

Dear kid..

Billy-

We’ve been doing this for 12 years – can you believe it? You and me kid - we started this story 12 years ago today.

Thank you for being my rock and my strength and my soul. I would have never made it without you. Happy Birthday, baby.

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