-Yesterday I allowed three men to photograph me in very suggestive poses and with very little clothing on. If you’ve ever had hip and spine X-rays, you will understand what I’m talking about. It felt oddly dirty. I’m sure that I have a very sexy skeleton.

-Many of you have been following my bizarre health over the past few months, and I am thrilled to say that I finally have an actual diagnosis. I have Fibromyalgia. I’m on the young side for it, but after ruling out pretty much every single horrible disease known to man, this is what is left and it makes perfect sense. How is my life going to change knowing this? Not much. However, I do get to feel legitimate and not as if I’m some sort of slacker, panty-waist, hypochondriac. And that feels good. Fishface good.

-I snapped after a full year of not having a bathroom rug and went out and bought new bathroom decor. No one is allowed to touch the towels except company. The rug is so squooshy soft! Now I just need to figure out what to put on the walls. That part of decorating always stumps me.

-Homework every darn day for a Kindergartner is too much. There is something very jacked up here. And now I have to make a scarecrow for the classroom wall. Whose homework is this, anyway?

-When we were together for our family reunion we ordered Chinese take-out. We wee all sitting around the table comparing fortunes when Jonas, who cannot read yet, held his up and pretended to read. You know what he said? “Follow Jesus.”
I suddenly feel like I must be doing something right.