Whip Me, Beat Me, Make Me Use Canned Sauce. Home, Sweat, Home. She Moves Her Body Like A Psycho. A Gripe A Day Keeps The Shrink Away. It Was the Best of Times. Lights, Camera, Action! My Sunday, Blessed. Truth Is Stranger Than FIction. Yes, I am a Geek. And I wasted all that birth control.

8220;No, you may not use a crowbar as a baseball bat. The boys are playing a game in the backyard which involves all of them getting hit by tennis balls repeatedly. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Indy, Indiana, United States. A Slip of a Girl. Why does the universe conspire against me so? I Hate Lee Greenwood. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from braindead betty. Make your own badge here. Saturday, January 05, 2008.

After the third time putting her back in bed with Son, she came in to my room gasping and hiccupping and desperately saying, I sorry! It occurred to me that the kindness I show others I should maybe show to myself too. I should take myself seriously, stop with t.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015. Monkeys are gross! Links to this post. Saturday, April 26, 2014. Reminds her of her little kid days. Put in the reserved chicken and heat it all up. I used a grocery rotisserie chicken, picked it all apart,. And saved the drippings for the sauce. Cook for 10 minutes, uncovered.

When we lose the right to be different, we lose the privilege to be free. It was the summer of the Train song Drops of Jupiter. The radio played it again and again that July as I drove from Pennsylvania to D. My son and I headed out the door into the bright blue day. Walking around the corner to my car, I felt a crushing pain in my chest, lik.

Big took Shorty to his first live sporting event in July to see that Dream Team.