Monthly Archives: February 2013

Brazier vs. Brassiere. Which is better for the lady lumps?

In regards to yesterday’s post where I mentioned wearing a brazier instead of brassiere, I want to be sure I set everyone straight. A “brazier” is a cooking utensil in which food is exposed to heat through a wire grill. To be … Continue reading

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There is peanut butter in my wedding ring. And other short stories.

“There is peanut butter in my wedding ring.” If I were to write a book about motherhood, this would be the title. I have to admit, however, that although Kellan is to blame for the current peanut butter placement (or … Continue reading

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A shout out to my better [worker bee] 1/2.

Today is Shout Out to My Hubby Day. I regrettably failed to mention in my first post – which detailed my new change in lifestyle – that all of this is only possible because of him. If he wasn’t busting … Continue reading

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I know it’s Monday because my underwear are on inside out.

True story. Sounds a little cray cray (can I not pull off incorporating “cray cray” in my vocabulary as a 30-year-old on the cusp of turning 31? I’m gonna try it anyway. And I’m gonna use “gonna” too. Sorry, fellow … Continue reading

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Nellcro: Expert Clinger Since 1982.

Day 3 (today) feels like the right day to delve into where exactly “Nellcro” came from. The name of this blog. Stay with me here. I didn’t just replace my name as the root word because it rhymes nicely. (That’s … Continue reading

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70 Candles. All of them karate-chopped.

My dad is Chuck Norris. Ok, no, not really. He’s not actually Carlos Ray Norris, but he is the no nonsense, crazy-strong character he plays. My dad is physically the strongest guy I’ve ever known – bench pressing humans (children, … Continue reading

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One door closes. And another’s shoved open by a one-year-old’s grubby sausage fingers.

I did it. I quit. I left my comfy desk job. My security blanket. My dysfunctional family away from my dysfunctional family. I ditched my salary. I waved goodbye to what has been a huge part of my identity for … Continue reading

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