TremulousCadenceSlow
TremulousCadenceSlow
TremulousCadenceSlow

A bold stance, indeed.

Peaches ‘N Cream is forever my Barbie. LOOOOOOOOVED that one.

My local Asian market has some fizzy flavored waters in clear cans. Don’t know if they’re the same brand you get, but I’ll look for the pineapple next time I’m there!

Five pomegranates for a dollar?!? What kind of magical pomegranate cartel are they in, and how do I join?

Can you imagine the stress you’d feel when it starts accumulating crumbs?

I love Yoko. That photograph is incredible. That Tweet is harrowing. It’s all just so sad and makes me feel helpless, because so many don’t want to fix the problem. So many refuse to care.

Noooo! My poor ovaries can’t take it.

This looks like a swaddle without a swaddling blanket. Happiest Baby on the Block saved our lives with our second baby. He wouldn’t sleep for the first six weeks, other than an hour here and there in his swing. Finally, I heart about HBOTB, tore through to learn the magic swaddle

We’re delaying the turkey dinner to tomorrow night so my Paramedic sis can have the Thanksgiving experience with the family for once (she’s working today, like she is 90% of the Thanksgivings). We had prime rib and roasted asparagus for dinner tonight. Looking forward to pie and ice cream. I couldn’t let the day go

Bye again, MoGlo. Thanks for all the great politics pieces and insights into running and all that jazz. Fair winds, friend!

I started my birthing journey in the hospital with an OB for the first child, moved to a Certified Nurse Midwife in the hospital for the second, and had the third at home with a certified midwife. My personal preference went in that same order from worst experience to best.

The OB who delivered my first was not my own

This needs to not be a true and real thing.

Cross-stitch sampler as official documentation is fantabulous. I love these kinds of tidbits. I’m currently researching the unreformed UK Parliamentary election system, which unearths a treasure trove of ridiculousness. Like, in the case of disputed elections, a the results of a local election for some backwater

The Supreme Court has ruled that freedom of association is an implicit extension of freedom of speech, so yes, it does.

No problem! *Ex-Mo high five*

Honestly, it sounds like you may have been, if they’re still calling you inactive. Once you resign, you are OUT, and they cannot count you on their membership records any longer (Thank you, First Amendment!). However, the church notoriously makes it as difficult as possible to accomplish this if you go through their

Hugs to you, and I’ll second your Fuck It All. Leaving the church when your family is still in it is layers of hard that’re almost impossible to articulate. I promise it’ll get easier with time.

I’ve also been out for about 15 years. The missionaries show up at my house, too, but only as part of their every-other-month tracting of my whole neighborhood. Is there any possibility your parents or another LDS family member is keeping them informed of your whereabouts? I had to get pretty serious with my folks

Short answer: no.

I tell my 8 yo daughter all the time that she’s beautiful. I also tell her how smart she is, and how impressed I am by her academic achievements. When she completed her first 5k last week, I was over the moon and made sure she knew it. Very soon, the world is going to tell her she’s not good enough;

Do you recall the post a year or so ago about the young boy who invited his lady interest over to play robots and eat cheese? That kid had GAME. Sirs of the world: Be a feminist; cheese; robots. A kitten, as suggested above, is a good choice, as well.


Here’s my Daria from four years ago. I yoinked the glasses from my daughter’s Yo Gabba Gabba DJ Lance play set. The round frames are essential Daria!