Monthly Archive: March 2015

Dorks Unite! A Demented Love Story in Pictures & Posts

I love Mike for a lot of reasons but he hasn’t made it easy for me either…Hahaha. He photoshopped this for me today: ****** He writes me poetry… “Kathy Farts Freely” by MK. Kathy farts freely Her bunghole knows no bounds I can feel the wind blow And the blood,...

Convos With Kids That Own Your Ass Too

THIS HAPPENED TODAY Getting dressed for school: Josh: I don’t want to wear this shirt! Kathy: What are you talking about? You wear your uniform to school everyday. Josh: I hate it. Kathy: Stop. NOW. Josh: I don’t want to wear these shoes! Kathy: We just bought them for you...

Naptime = The Hongzeff Comedy Hour

Getting my boys to nap is always a struggle…this usually happens but the boys aren’t feeling well so they didn’t protest. Thank the sweet Jesus for that because I got to take a nap too! I was fake sleeping and about to freak them out but they kept on talking...

Stop the Madness of Dumbing Dad Down

Maybe there’s something wrong with me but I find no humor in crap like this. Why are fathers portrayed and treated like they are complete idiots. You see it in the movies, in the commercials…it’s totally wrong. Maybe I’m lucky that I’m only surrounded by good dads so don’t crap...

9 Gloriously Demented Wonderful Years

Mike and I have now been together for 9 gloriously demented, painful, wonderful and hilarious years. Were there ever times when we both thought “If I had to do it all over again…” Absolutely. But they were fleeting. Even when things got real REAL…we still learned so much through it...

Haters Gonna Hate…and it Feels so Good.

“Why the hell would I listen to anything she says? She’s so annoying and now she has a blog about parenting like she’s some expert on anything. She needs to just shut the F up…” 5 things: 1. If you knew me, you’d know that I am NO expert on...

The Hell and Glory that is Raising Little Humanoids

I feel like I’m literally picking up crap off the floor all day long…like that’s all I do. I also live in the kitchen. I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m either in the kitchen or destroying my back picking up crazy amount of toys, books and food off...