So, I went to Toys R Us. That in and of itself is pretty bad news. Toys R Us is one of those places that sends me into the kind of sensory overload that makes me want to run, whimpering,…
Author: Rebekah Kuschmider
I'm a mother with an over-developed sense of irreverence, ADD, socialist tendencies and a blog. All my opinions are entirely my own and not representative of anything officially sanctioned by my political party, my mother, or arbiters of common sense and good taste.
Football Food: Chicken and Artichokes
O-H-I-O!!!!!! The Buckeyes are going strong (sorry 3 Pugs and a Baby. I know last week must have been rough). And it’s time for more weekend comfort food! This chicken and artichokes recipe came from a cookbook published by the…
Deep Thoughts
This is barely a post. This a collection of questions that have popped into my mind this week. I apologize for not having anything better to write. *** Why do some men sit with their knees so far apart that…
Letter to the New York Jets
Dear New York Jets: I hope every single one of you got a call from your mother this week where she said that she’s ashamed of you and that she didn’t raise you to act like that. You know what…
C’s Bookshelf
Many of you are familiar with my reading habit. I consume books the way I consume coffee. Right now I’m on a quest to set a land-speed record for how fast I can finish the entire Sookie Stackhouse series by…
Metro Can Suck It
Two facts about last week: 1) I have an adorable new yellow purse that I am not carrying during the week. 2) I am putting C through hand-holding boot camp. These facts are related. And they’re both Metro’s fault. Here’s…
Cats in Ikea!
I’m posting this because I kind of love it. 100 cats, loose in Ikea. Awesome-sauce.
Football Food: Meatloaf
My husband and I are joined by a holy bond. No, nothing that happens in a church. Something that happens in a Horseshoe. On the banks of the Olentangy River. Yes, that’s right. We are both Ohio State football fans.…
Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop: With Friends Like These…
This week, Mama Kat wants me to consider the plight of my friends who don’t have kids. Only I don’t have a lot of friends without kids. Because, um, I have a kid and that makes me uninteresting to people…
Stop. Collaborate. And Listen.
Yes, I just quoted Vanilla Ice. Don’t mock. Because he’s right. Here’s the deal. I don’t want to be writing this post. I want to be writing a post wherein I complain about prolonged elevator outages on Metro and the…
