Mom to Bee

We will find out if our little nugget Cletus is a hamburger or a hotdog (girl or a boy) on March 23rd. It seems like lately whenever someone realizes that I’m pregnant and not just letting myself go (to be fair, I am letting myself go as well), the first question out of their mouth [...]

Guess what I did this last weekend? A 5K Run/Walk! ::this is where I wait for you to stop laughing:: Okay, asshole. No need to laugh that hard. Really, stop laughing. I know, I know. It is kind of unbelievable. First, I should probably really emphasize the WALK part of that previous statement. Sissy decided [...]

I almost died the other night. Fer reals, yo. On Saturday, Sissy and I slapped on our waterproof mascara, packed our pockets full of garlic and crucifixes, and generally prepared to have the shit scared out of us. See, one of Sissy and I’s favorite things to do is to see a good scary movie. [...]

On one of our last days in Seaside, Sissy took her fancy schmancy camera out to the beach with us for a mini photo shoot. Mr. Bee and I have been wanting to get some professional photos taken for a while, but haven’t wanted to shell out (beach pun!) the clams (zing!) for professional pics. [...]

Don’t forget to enter my Giveaway to win free admission tickets to the Puyallup Fair! All you have to do is CLICK HERE and tell me your favorite part about the fair. Contest ends TONIGHT, so hurry up and enter while there is still time!! * * * * * * * * * * [...]

Last week, Sissy and I took the families to Seaside, Oregon for a quaint little beach house vacation. And by “quaint” I mean that our beach house was 3700 square feet. Sah-weet!! Seriously, you would’ve died. The bathrooms alone were enough to make me wet myself a little. You could have literally fit about 10 [...]

Because I have nothing else for you until poo starts to explosively shoot out of my butt this evening (and, oh yes, I will be blogging from the toilet), please enjoy a text conversation I had with my Sissy last night as I sat around waiting for a wedding to end. Sissy: Watcha doin 2morrow? [...]