Mom to Bee

I’m seriously regretting eating so many raw veggies while watching the Bachelor Pad finale last night. I’m pretty sure my stomach views them as foreign bodies like shrapnel or a new kidney or something. Anybody have any anti-rejection drugs I can borrow? Song title: Eat A Vegetable by Gary Lapow

I swear to all that is holy that I am working on not only a Vegas post but also a Bachelorette Episode One: Look at all the Crazies (working title). The entire Bee Family suffered from what I can only consider proof that Satan is behind, among other things, the stomach flu. Puke. Everywhere. It [...]

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Why do spam comments on my blog think I want to see Miley Cyrus, Pamela Anderson or Charlie Gibson naked? Okay, maybe they’ve got something with Charlie Gibson… [...]

So I’ve totally been in a funk the last week or so. There are many things I could blame it on: 1. Mr. Bee was gone on business trips pretty much all last week. That might explain my “Calgon, please take me the fuck away” Facebook updates all week. 2. I’ve fallen back in to [...]

Sweet Jesus, some one find the cure for Writer’s Block already. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Whether it was the horrible (and when I say “horrible” I really mean “atrociously god-awfully pathetically dismally horrible”) writing of the Twilight Saga novels [...]

Since I have about 35 draft posts that have never come to fruition, I’m going to be a huge Ravings of a Mad Housewife copy cat and post a couple of blog farts for you this wonderful afternoon! Sunshine Productivity I can not tell you how productive I have been the last three days. You [...]