Los Porchs

There are a lot of expressions out there that I can't even begin to explain; this game gets even more fun when trying to explain stupid expressions to those who are learning English as a second language because let's face it -- half of what we say makes no sense.  There's more than one way to skin a cat? I digress. "You guys deserve to be pregnant." Listen.  I'm not one for disagreeing with the collective awesomeness of Porch & I, but I'm fairly confident that pregnancy isn't something that comes about because someone 'deserves' it.  I could go further into this notion with talk of science and point to the recent political conversations that make me want to punch a wall (really, degrees and/or legitimacy of rape?!   http://www.rhrealitycheck.org/video/2012/08/29/wisconsin-lt-gov-says-rape-is-rape-but-there-can-be-more-forcible-rape ), however I value my sanity and assume you value yours as well. While feeling down I do admit t

WARNING:  This is a serious post about a traumatic event in my life, with a smattering of humor.  I will return you to our regularly-scheduled hilarity tomorrow. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Today I had a weird moment of clarity as I dealt with my semi-hangover from a night with friends.  What if I'm looking at this situation wrong?  For almost 4 years I've been cursing the doctor that did this to me & feeling incredibly sorry for myself because of my inability to get pregnant, no matter how many times people tell me to hurry up and have a baby.  I've been so caught up in the anger and resentment that it seems I've forgotten a very important thing -- I'm lucky to be alive. My serious side would like to come out for a moment, and if you will indulge me that much, I would appreciate it.  Porch and I have been through a lot of stuff together and been tested at levels that may have pushed other relationships to the

I'm legitimately afraid of our new Glade air freshener; it's the one with the motion sensor so it goes off if someone in the room moves.  So every now and then, I randomly smell this fragrance if Porch is in the living room & I'm busying myself elsewhere.  It's like an odd built-in security system really.  If I'm home alone in the kitchen and can smell it... I should probably freak out and run.  Ahhh, just kidding.  I won't run.  I'll walk.  Running isn't my thing.  But seriously.  This air freshener has me creeping around the living room, almost like a game, to keep it from going off. The poor-man's security system. Yeah.  I know. Again, just another reminder that I need a hobby. What have you been up to lately?