Showing posts from March, 2015


You read the title of this post and thought, "What magical tale might this wondrous woman weave? Will it be Fun? I bet it will be Fun."

If you think soap is fun, then you're right.

Yeah, seriously. Not a misleading title. I'm writing about soap. Why? Because I ordered a variety of different all-natural bar soaps and I'm stupid excited about it.

Before we get into that, let's list a few little facts about Rebecca:

I love skin care products. I just really do. I like taking good care of my skin. I do not like how long it takes me to go through my routine. It's such a thing. Nevertheless, I do it because of fact #1.I'm ever-so-slightly crunchy, but aspire to greater crunchiness.I've been moving away from store-bought household cleaners in favor of good old-fashioned vinegar.
Recently I noticed I was running low on some of my skin care products. I had a little brain wave in which I put those facts together, and here's what I came up with:
Hey, self.
Hey, …

Updates from the road.

I've officially been a mom now for ONE WHOLE YEAR. While I'm not yet ready to slip on some mom jeans and cut my hair into a Dorothy Hamill ice-twirling bowl cut, I do feel ready to reflect on what the experience has been like for me.

Note the words: FOR ME.

My experience obviously won't be the same as everyone else's. I sincerely hope you didn't need me to tell you that.

Labor and Delivery Guess what? It hurts. Like a sonofabitch. (I used bad language because that's how bad it hurts.) Contractions aren't just shortened, combined words with apostrophes replacing letters you've left out. No sir. They are also your uterus' attempt to incapacitate you as if the very Devil himself is squeezing your insides. A child who presents "sunny side up" (face up instead of face down) will bang the back of her head on your tailbone as you push making it seem as if it's truly about to snap.

Guess what else? As soon as the child finally exits your body and…