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There are a metric ton of blog posts here (I know because I’ve weighed them),
but if you want the Cliff’s Notes version, check this out!
Could I Be the Next Bachelorette?
(Subhead: Yeah. Um. Nope. Not a chance…now stop laughing, please. Seriously. Stop laughing...) What is it about crappy TV that totally pulls us in? Especially those of us who find ourselves reeling post-betrayal or post-divorce: There's just something about curling...
My Big Fat Poop Wedding
It has been a couple o' weeks, friends — you know, those weeks when you find yourself just shaking your head in disbelief at the signs and symbols and meanings of it all. And as if my encounter with Pepe Le Squirrel weren’t symbolic enough, the next chapter of...
Pregnant?!?!
Yip...pregnant. The pause, that is. As in, "Wow, Mikalee, that was one big-ass, gaping, ginormous whopper of a pregnant pause!" My response: I know, right? First off, my sincere apologies. I didn’t intend for it to work out that way, even though in retrospect, my...
Silence is Golden. (If by “Golden,” you mean, “Crap.”)
First and foremost: I am honored, touched and amazed at the outpouring of support I've received in the last few days ... both personally and through this blog. You all rock, and I can't tell you how thankful I am for you, my "alleged" literary followers. Or are you...
Are You There, Justice? It’s Me, Mikalee.
I don't mean to alarm you: But there's a good chance you don't exist. Yes, I mean you. And you. Yip, you too... Before you go look in the mirror for evidence or pinch yourself to check for "proof pain," please allow me to explain. And nope, this won't be some...
I Spy with My Little Eye…a Blog Stalker?!?!
Hey everybody … it’s time to play “I’m not a doctor, I just play one on Mikalee’s blog!" (Cue wild applause, a Tic Tac Dough-esque dragon chomping across the screen and lighting reminiscent of best-game-show-in-history Press Your Luck. Hey, don’t judge: that show...
Parallel Parenting Part Pooh. Oops, I Mean, Part Two: Crossing the Line
So let's recap, shall we? In Part 1 of Parallel Parenting, we learned the following: Coraline's "Other Mother" looks eerily like Marilyn Manson, and some have said Marilyn Manson looks eerily like the "Other Mother" of my children. Therefore, by the transitive...
Parallel Parenting Part 1: Button, Button…Who’s Got the Button (Eyes)?
Every other Monday when my kids return from a week with the ex, I follow the same routine as I wait for my children to step off the bus. I pace. I wait. I pace. I wait some more. Then I see them, squeal to myself, “Holy shitballs…here they come!” and sweep them up...
Best. Holiday. EVER!
It’s a snow day in my hometown of Reno, Nevada…which, given its location at the base of the majestic Sierra Nevada, you’d think wouldn’t be news of the shout-it-from-the-rooftops, alarming, STFU-schools-are-not-closed! variety. But since we're situated in the...
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