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Tag Archives: Hot Nerd
It’s like you never listen to me.
I’m not saying I’m not crazy sometimes.
But I am saying I’m worth it.
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Written and directed by yours truly.
Pictures You Need Not See.
It just so happens to be Wednesday, so I guess this is also a Wordless Wednesday post… except for, you know, the words.
In reality, it’s an I Am Too Tired To Put Together A Post That Makes Sense post.
End Of The World
I was unpacking some boxes not too long ago and came across a few of my old diaries. It was a pretty interesting read- kind of choppy, since I apparently had a habit of writing every day for a week and then taking an entire year off. It seemed like I only wrote when in the middle of some sort of pubescent crisis.
State of uncomfortable kindness.
“See, there was this trampoline…”
That’s what he said to me, when I learned Hot Nerd would be coming home from his “boys trip” early- with a torn ACL in his knee, and a broken ankle. I picked up my broken man from the airport with our nap-less toddler in the backseat, and we headed straight to the orthopedic specialist. Then the next day MRI, and a follow up appointment.
I have a Sharpie and I’m not afraid to use it.
Hot Nerd has left me to go on a “boys trip” for a full week. He, and two of his best buds, are off in the middle of the desert trying to reclaim their youth… or say goodbye to it… I’m not sure which.
Do you know
what
BURNING MAN
is?
This is why I’m not in investments.
Sometimes my husband surprises me…
in ways that make me a little uneasy…
Hot Nerd: Bought a bunch of BP stock a few days ago.
Me: Why?
Hot Nerd: It was dirt cheap.
Me: But we hate them!
Hot Nerd: Money is money.
Me: What?! What about the turtles?
How to get into my pants.
I was going to call this post “How To Get Into A Woman’s Pants”, but then I realized that is very general, and women are different depending on personality, age, circumstances, etc. Then I thought- okay I’ll call it “How To Get Into A Married Woman”s Pants”, but still too general, considering whether or not they have children, how many, how old, blah blah… But in general, I think men and women are very different. With guys, you get into their pants simply by unzipping them. I, however, need a little bit more.
My sh*t smells like roses. Just ask my husband.
So many things have kept me from posting on my blog lately- the main one being that my in- laws were in town.
Hot Nerd’s parents have always been super wonderful to me, but we have never had any kind of family stay in our abode before. We’ve never had the room before now. So, with four adults and one child under one roof, I didn’t really get the opportunity to lock myself away for some private bloggy time.
