Author Archives: Mrs Odie 2
Tuff Shit
Who knew that Dooce believed in Tuff-love? She always seemed more… Oh, nevermind. She seems like an ice queen. The metaphor doesn’t hold. I tried. Internet, have we talked about this yet? Do we have a “Heather and Matt sitting … Continue reading
Viva la Viva
I have a hard time writing about my daughter V. It’s partly a protective instinct and partly fear. I worry that if I describe this child to you, it will be obvious that she is going to be the most … Continue reading
Pitching a tent
Whenever I plan to get together with people I haven’t seen in a long time, the first thing I stress out about is my weight. I gained fifty pounds with my first pregnancy. By the time I got pregnant again … Continue reading
Mean Girl Interrupted
The Bloggers Anonymous blogspot dot com. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! (deep breath) AH hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! (wiping tears). It’s like they love me. First, Kelle Hampton names her son “D’OH!” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6GuEswXOXo Then someone comes up with the idea that “there is so much negativity” out … Continue reading
Forward Motion
As a blogger, you have to get into a rhythm of posting. If no one is paying you to write, the momentum can be the only thing that keeps you working. And by “you” I mean “me”. I finally finished … Continue reading
A quick check in
I’ve been on vacation. It’s been amazing. So much has been happening and yet nothing has happened. I’m cutting back on my postpartum depression medicine and feeling absolutely no different, which is supposed to be a great sign. I’m weaning … Continue reading
Ask Mrs. Odie
I’m still mad about the Oscars. You’re from a show-biz background so I’ll ask you: is the Oscars just a popularity contest? Is it just like Congress, where you have to make deals in order to get something you want … Continue reading
Game of Thrones: It has to be this way
Warning: if you have not yet watched the “Rains of Castermere” episode of Game of Thrones, then you’re woefully behind the times or not going to care about the so-called spoilers. It’ll be like that time in my English class … Continue reading →