Why is it that on the days I have something Brilliant! to say everything goes wrong?
Why is it that when someone has entrusted in me to blogsit that shit has to hit the fan and everything has to fuck up?
I’m over at Karly‘s house today.
She’s going to be wiping up more then snot when she returns because I made a shit storm of her blog today.
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In 2006, when I began this site, you would have found me sharing a lot about my struggles as a new parent. Since my kids have both made it through the first few years, relatively unscathed, this space has transitioned into one where I now share my challenges as a runner, home renovator, and a working mom.
For more, feel free to see my about page.
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