Cowboys And Crossbones 

November 8, 2021 Oh dads. If you are lucky enough to have a dad, have had one or a father figure in your life, then you win. A familiar fixture on this blog and in my life, my dada celebrates his day of birth (along with his twin!) today. Aunt Crazy Pants once doled out advice that I didn’t think much of at the time when I was younger. She said (during some stupid crazy boy drama, no doubt) “No man will ever love you the way your dad loves you.” This didn’t really dawn on me

The birth of Sister CBXB was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I didn’t know it at the time but I needed a yin to my yang, a Meredith to my Christina, a Nicky to my Paris, a Sasha to my Malia, a Serena to my Venus, a Solange to my Beyoncé. However, we all know I love a glaring light on myself (also known as a spotlight), so don’t think I wasn’t pissed when bébé Sister CBXB was showered with gifts for just appearing out of what seemed from nowhere (I know Mama CBXB

Man , I (mostly) love all things Iowa. I’m still (mostly) proud to be an Iowan. It’s a gorgeous place and I feel really lucky to be a life long product of the state. I grew up in a tiny ass town in southwestern Iowa, about one hour north of the Missouri border. This weekend, the municipality is having a Sesquicentennial celebration. What the fuck is a Sesquicentennial party you ask (because I had to)? Dictionary Definition: “Relating to the one-hundred-and-fiftieth anniversar