“I have no time to blog” is what I would want to start this with, but I hate when people say that because I know when I normally say it it’s totally not true and I should really be saying “I have no time to blog when I spend 4 hours a day catching up on the latest season of The Hills and the rest of the time pouting about being in Miami for Christmas and not with my family …

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I Normally Don’t Curse, But Get the Hell Away from My Chocolate
No, I Didn’t Let My Dad Record My Outgoing Message; That’s My Phone Voice
I’m Sexiest in Pajamas. Someone Should Tell My Husband.
Tales From An Online Student/Stay at Home Napper
How Gilmore Girls Changed My Life and My Vocabulary
My Dog is Cuter Than Your Dog. And Probably Your Kid.
101 Ways to Sarcastically Embellish Anything That Happens to You
Notes From The Underside of the Coffee Maker
Figuring Out What to Do With Your …

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I don’t like buying tampons. I’m seriously looking forward to menopause so that I never have to make that walk of shame up to the cashier ever again. I put it off as long as I can, and when I finally force myself to go to the store, I end up spending hundreds of extra dollars on crap I don’t need so that I can strategically hide the tampons in the cart and then position them just so behind a row of …

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It’s a windy, moody Saturday afternoon here in the Noa house. I’m not sure if it’s all the impending uprooting, the relentless gusting winds, or that the Gators are probably on track to win another national championship, but I’m not in a sunny state of mind today. What I thought might help was talking about our quaint, rustic Tennessee Thanksgiving. The travel days were 48 hours of my life that I’d rather not recount, and I think every passenger on that …

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