Casey was diagnosed in 2005. In 2006, a couple of researchers found a link between television watching and autism. They studied cable subscriptions and rainfall patterns in a couple of states. The places that had the highest amounts of precipitation also had correspondingly high amounts of autism. Though they didn’t have any data on the… Continue reading Television and Autism.
Because I don’t purposely look at porn, I’ve seen ALL of the rest of the internet (it is the 1%). I found the best stuff there is on it. You’re welcome. etsy.com/shop/linedraw You MUST visit this etsy shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/linedraw. The very best stuff ever. I’ll take ANYTHING from it for my birthday. ANYTHING. Go there.… Continue reading The Best of the Internet.
I’m turning 30 next Friday. This makes me sad for several reasons. I’m sad I’m not going to be with my Washington friends for the big day. I would have totally scared them into throwing me a supreme bash. Plus, 30 means I’m old. Not Jim W. old, mind you, but OLD. This is me… Continue reading Pathetic Pre-Birthday Post.
Carter now has strep. I’m pretty sure I’ve got it again, too. We’ll see what urgent care says tomorrow (unless there’s someone in within reading and prescribing distance that wants to just call me in a z-pack…I’d rather run head first into a cage of angry opossums than go to urgent care). Lance and Heidi… Continue reading We’re not sick at all! Turns out, we’re just zombies!
My friend Heather sent me an early 30th birthday present: A box of freaking cats! So then I had hundreds of cats and nothing to do with them. I started randomly placing them on things. Picture frames, mostly. Then walking up my stairs. Then on the rails. Kind of like a Hitchcock movie. I… Continue reading Catmouth.
I’m not going to lie. Not right now, anyways. This week has been ROUGH. I wrote a post. People were cool until they…weren’t. And in what is going to seem like to the haters like God’s wrath, Peyton and Abby got sick (speaking of haters, I thank you for your continued efforts to save my… Continue reading The sickest girl in the United States? No.
Heidi, the nanny extraordinaire, is finally here. She’s like Mary Poppins, but without the hoarding and self righteous judgmentalness (that is a word) of my poor parenting skillz. She also doesn’t judge my use of outdated slang. Before she came out, I was kind of worried that she’d be aghast at the sheer volume of… Continue reading The Nanny Dialogs