moosh threads.

Sometimes getting the moosh dressed in the morning is all that pulls me out of bed.

A little sad?


Maybe I didn’t get enough Barbie time as a kid.

Needless to say there have been a lot of fantastic moosh outfits over the years and I have little or no proof of them ever being on her body. So I’ve started documenting everything she wears, so there’s no more tears about lost memories when she grows out of all this stuff in 14 minutes.

For those of you who don’t get to see her everyday, I give unto you, the moosh collection of Fall ’07 thus far. (BTW, is there a Flickr Group out there to support my *ahem* problem?)

Brown Dress.Candystriper DressBloomers.I could just kiss Fall.First Cold DayShe's eating a cookieGreen DressI nibble her regularly.Sopranos Suit #1Second Day of SchoolGoofballFirst Day of School

Y oh Y, Y?

Saddle up kids it was another eventful day at the local YMCA.

All this two hour working out a day stuff?

Totally paid off today.


I was hit on.

By Rob.

He’s been working out for two years, he started in a home gym and the manager of his previous gym was mean so he “was like outta there” and joined the Y.

He likes it here.

OH! Is this the part where I get to mention that Rob weighs in at an impressive 120 lbs. and is a towering 5’2″? OH! AND! And! that he can bench a mind boggling, well, however much the bar weighs?

That’s right Cody, watch out, Rob’s on the prowl.


Oy, bless his heart, I am flattered. But why is it that the Brazilian soccer player and the firefighter in Chicago made my heart all a flutter more so than snaggletooth skeevy Rob?

When everyone except your betrothed is off limits shouldn’t any little nod in your direction be just as flattering as a nod from Chicago’s finest? (And OOH was he fine.)

Flattered, yes. Creeped out? MmmHmm. To tell you the truth he fits a lot of profiles you hear about on Law & Order.


Oh, so then I was in the sauna and a woman with Hilary hair came in and said (wait for it)

“Gosh, it’s a little hot in here.”

Let’s make a quick list of places you’d expect it to be “a little hot.”

5. Swanky hotel with husband sans anklebiter.

4. Sahara.

3. Death Valley.

2. Any old person’s house.



She may have had the hair but not the brains.

Seven days to the two piece.

It was a long damn day.

It’s safe to say it’s driven me a little batty that all y’all know about it.

PLUS. Oh here’s the plus. The stupid, stupid plus.

It was 90 degrees on Sunday.

gigglling swinging moosh

It was 53 degrees today.

You are so stupid Indiana.

So utterly stupid.

I’m so mad at you.

You’re stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.


The price of firm.

Even though I have the blessed curse of obtaining the big “O” on the treadmill and a few other various and assorted pieces of equipment I still don’t really enjoy working out. If I’m going to be satisfied I’d rather it be somewhere where I can take a nap right after.

I watched a man scream a scream of horror and manliness today at the gym as he dead lifted. We’re talking screaming. Like “Oh my gah is he being stabbed slowly with the blunt end of a spatula?” screaming. By his fourth rep the entire population of Marion County was staring in his direction.

He then proceeded to dry heave into a garbage can.

Ah, the Y.

After I finished my sentence on the stairs that appear as if from nowhere I went to suffer through enjoy a nice round of free weights. That is until I realized the only place left to be in that area was near Mr. Dry Heave’s trashcan o’ hurl.


I do enjoy feeling healthy, strong and not having to worry about muffins pouring out of my jeans. But it’s not worth it to take it to the extent of vomit, colonics, screaming and dry heaving.

Even though apparently all the cool kids are doing it.

Making my ESPN debut.

Yep, we were on ESPN tonight due to the fact that we were close enough to the field to hear the cheerleaders sneeze.

Did you see us? Did you? My dad did. Did you?

And close enough to check out the camera guys.

Camera Guys

Is that a spare lens in your bag or, oh well, you know the rest.

See here’s the ESPN guys right here.


It’s a good thing Utah fans travel in groups, because we were severely outnumbered.

tailgatersUtah PreGame

Oh. And then there was one little thing, we totally won.

Happy Cody

Which means the players came over to thank their adoring fans.

WinnersSmelly Boys

B. Johnson and us

Don’t forget those sneezing cheerleaders.


I love this game.

Welcome to Casey, USA.

Welcome to Casey. I’m the mayor, Casey. Meet my co-counsel the moosh. We’ve gone and started our own little community where doughnuts are calorie free, cellulite is non existent, jumping on the bed is encouraged and morning breath smells like sweet mint. Want to move here? The only requirements are that you don’t suck.
My water tower.
The only pressure you’ll feel in my town is from the tower.
My bank.
Where I’ll keep your money and spend it too.

Take your Nice and Link it too.

So if I were a celebrity no one would like me. All these people say such nice things about me and I take my sweet, sweet time to return the love. At least I don’t compare their blogs with a whiny French puppy that needs to be housebroken. (I’m looking at you Johnny Depp. And not in a dirty way.)

Mrs. Mustard over at Cheez Whiz and Mustard along with the lovely Candace over at Not that I don’t love my kids… and then the hotness of hot Canadians Sam over at Temporarily Me thought that I was a nice person and gave me a nice matters award.

Two months to accept my award? Apparently nice doesn’t matter so much to me.


JJ over at Gaining Balance gave me a “You make me smile award.” Actually she wasn’t sure if she gave it to the moosh or to me. It is quite a toss up to pick a favorite, Cody hasn’t even picked one yet. Her header has granny panties on a clothesline. Now THAT makes me smile.

Elizabeth over at Table4Five figured I was a good schmoozer. Again, she posted this photo of me. Publicly. On Flickr. And she’s proud of it. She’s lucky I still acknowledge her presence.

Really, I’m painfully grateful that any of you notice what I do. This all started as the laziest way in the world for the moosh’s biologically abandoned family to keep tabs on her. (By the way, are any of you still out there? Dad? Gramma Fruit Snack? Auntie K? Charis? Hello? Is this thing on? This is all for you, you know. Well, all the stuff that doesn’t involve talk of orgasms and queefs that is.)

I’m passing on the love in the form of some of my favorite posts EVER. You see, I’m headed into the very bellybutton of the Midwest tomorrow morning and I’m not even sure if they have electricity there yet. So sit back, enjoy and pee before you read the following.

Frolicking wood over at metalias. I haven’t ever not laughed at this girl. If I were as funny as her I’d be, well, funny. Really funny.

Andi’s firing her belly. Only without Trump’s bad hair. Again, blog love this girl so much it hurts so good.

Heather just started Yoga, what I wouldn’t give to be in her class. We’d Namaste that teacher right out of there.

And Bossy. I suggest you start with her Tampax review. And then this and this and this and oh my gah what is this. And I’m not just saying this because I was next to her when she literally died laughing. See? Bossy laughing. And Bossy dead.

And last but not least, an oldie but a goodie. Drunk teddy bears are not to be trusted in Jennifer’s house.

So there you go. See you when the natives release me.