30 Facebook Buttons We’d Rather See Than “Dislike”

Facebook dislike

Much ado was made yesterday about the possibility of a “Dislike” button popping up on Facebook. I can tell you that many of us wish so-oo-oo-oo many other buttons would be given priority. I’ve shared 30 ideas we’d all prefer to see on Facebook more than the “dislike” button below: 1. Shut your piehole already. 2. Oh, the humblebrag again? Yawn. 3. Your food looks disgusting. 4. That’s amazeballs (NOT). 5. Stop saying “amazeballs” 6. Your mom 7. The Internet called to say, “SHUT THE {Read More}

Are You a Foodie, an Eatie, Or None of the Above?

I was going to start this blog post by saying I’m a “foodie,” but I once saw someone who considered herself a foodie go into a near freakish rage when she saw the term being misused. This is how it’s defined by Urban Dictionary: foodie: A person that spends a keen amount of attention and energy on knowing the ingredients of food, the proper preparation of food, and finds great enjoyment in top-notch ingredients and exemplary preparation. Okay, so that’s not {Read More}

10 Dickheads I See at the Gym a Lawt — Just Stop It

rottenecard exercising joke

I’ve been a workout freak since college — some might even say a bit obsessive (zip it, Mom). I do have to say, though, that I have lost a bit of my workout mojo after having my second. I still work out every day — that has stuck with me. But I’ve lost the edge. The eye of the tiger. The get-up-and-go. So many times when I’m at the gym, I’m grumpy — very, very grumpy. And they say that {Read More}

Don’t Worry; I’ve Got This

Rottenecard your twenties

Yesterday, I saw a clip of Katie Couric talking about her interview with LeAnn Rimes, and how LeAnn’s birthday cake said something like “Die, 20s, Die!” It sounds harsh, as our twenties are supposed to be the best time of our lives, right? But I must say, I remember kind of feeling the same way. Sure, 30 was a hard birthday, but the 20s, despite many great times, were agonizing for me in some ways. I was so neurotic and {Read More}

Little Kids are Mutant Zombies — A Rant to End All Rants


I love my kids, but…that is the whole point of my blog, after all. There is often a BUT when I start a sentence this way, as these little hellions get the better of me on a daily basis. And today was one of those days, so here goes. BEGIN RANT: Can we just talk for a second about the lollygagging that goes on with little ones? I swear, if I ever plan on being on time to anything ever {Read More}

Girls Are Gassy, Yo

girl exercising

Okay, so it’s my very first post going live on my new and *improved* site, and I guess I should have kept it more classy. But this has been on my mind as of late. The other night, my husband farted (or “tooted” as we say in our house), and it was shocking — not the smell or anything, but just the fact that I heard its oh-so-subtle trumpet from the couch cushions. I say this because I can literally {Read More}

“The Bachelorette” Episode 3 Recap: Kids Are Not Alright

It’s funny to think that the execs and “masterminds” behind ABC’s The Bachelor and The Bachelorette series actually looked forward to this season, bending over backwards, frontward, and basically taking one up the bee-hind to get Emily on the show – even going so far as to move the entire set to a mansion in Charlotte (in the meantime, who wants to take a blacklight to the bedrooms in the LA mansion?  Ewwww).  Ironically, all the guys I know admit {Read More}