Tag Archives: Hilly

Only A Bunch Of Douches Would Call Themselves “The Orlando Mafia”.

We call ourselves The Orlando Mafia. And every time we do, one of us invariably rolls rolls our eyes and laughs, “man we are douches.”  And then another one of us laughs too and agrees, “I know!  I can’t imagine … Continue reading

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The People, or at least @DarlaF, basically demanded it.

I used to update my blog regularly so that my mom wouldn’t freak out over whether I was dead or depressed or something. But now she just calls me most of the time if she’s worried about me and she’s … Continue reading

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I’m In The Mood

I am absolutely over the moon that today is Christmas Eve. Jared and I both have to work today, but tonight we’ll go to church with the kids and Hilly.  After church, we’ll come home to have chilli and appetizers, … Continue reading

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I have no idea why she’s friends with me.

We met for the first time in the hallway of a Philadelphia hotel room.  I had just convinced all of her friends to ditch her at the airport and make her get a cab to the hotel.  I was sure … Continue reading

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The Halloween That Almost Wasn’t

Two weeks ago, I dragged two three children to the grocery store for our weekly shopping trip. After they had endured more time than anyone should ever have to endure in a Wal-Mart, I took them to the nearby party … Continue reading

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Two Years.

  I actually missed the anniversary date. That in itself is a sign of progress, I think. August 10th, two days ago, marked two years since we moved to Florida. Last year, I marked this date with a resignation and … Continue reading

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How Miss Britt Dyes Her Hair Pink. A Photo Essay.

The best time to make a drastic change to your appearance is right before you go and meet 1400 or so strangers for the first time. Clearly. Which is why I thought it was an awesome idea to lure Hilly … Continue reading

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Oops. I Forgot To Give This Post A Title. Because It Is That Damn Good.

The kids left Friday morning. By Friday night, Jared and I were ready to walk on the wild side. We headed out for a romantic dinner at the local sports bar.  Because nothing says romance and wild and crazy like … Continue reading

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Parties, Pedicures and Panic Attacks. Oh my.

I woke up this morning dreading writing this post. I got back late last night from a long weekend in Lexington, Kentucky.  I went to Lexington for “ConFab, Baby!” – a blogger houseparty hosted by Turnbaby and the man formerly … Continue reading

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The Baby Shower Where I Got My Tattoo: A Photo Essay

Saturday afternoon, I went to a baby shower. I’ve been to a lot of baby showers, but this one was different. This baby shower was for my beautiful friend Faiqa, who is a Pakistani American with a butt load of … Continue reading

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