My life after the 15 minutes…

Life as a very content stay-at-home mom and wife continues. Ashley is in the full-on “into everything” toddler stage. She can confidently refer to me as mumzzzz (it’s adorable), Bubs as Dada , and has finally mastered Sissa and Bobba for her older siblings. She recognizes the dogs and insists on holding their leashes when we walk them every day. I get to be a classroom mom instead of a teacher. I get to go on field trips and think things like, “Yeah, that’s your problem,” instead of being the focal point of every near-catastrophe. Life is pretty good here. So, naturally, my older sister Jenn has decided that we should all run the Austin half-marathon on February 14. And I agreed, because Jenn is the older sister. When she announces a harebrained scheme, Jess and I immediately regress to childhood and go along with it. I’m pretty sure this is how we ended up smuggling a puppy into our house when I was eight and Jenn was ten, with Jess small enough to sneak herself and the dog under a...

 I think one of the big misconceptions about me and Bubs when everything blew up on Reddit two years ago is that we are some sort of small-town Texas bumpkin couple who doesn't know our asses from a hole in the ground. While the actual town we grew up in is pretty small, there are midsize cities less than 15 minutes from us, and we're also between San Antonio to the south and Austin to the north. And if you want to extend that, the entire I-35 corridor from San Antonio to Dallas is really kind of one big city—which probably even extends on up into Oklahoma City. So I've been in and around decent-sized cities my entire life, and I never really thought I was all that much of a "country mouse." Well, all it took was one walk in downtown Tucson to completely shatter the idea that I'm not just some wide-eyed plough girl with $100 bills hanging out of her pocket, ready for all comers to tell me a sob story and make off with my money. Literally. For the previous few ...

Like pretty much any girl born in the greater Southern United States since the mid-1960s, I was born to be a Dolly Parton fan. I've never really considered myself a "super fan," but when she passed away earlier this week, it hit me that she's had a much bigger impact on my pop culture life than I ever really recognized. I don't typically follow major celebrity culture, and I don't often cry when a celebrity passes away. But when I heard on Tuesday that Dolly had died, I found myself crying for a few minutes. She certainly was an icon, but I loved so much about her. I've seen people on social media from both sides trying to claim that their side was the only side that could appreciate Dolly when she was alive. One side points to her charitable work and her support for things like COVID vaccine research; the other points to the fact that she was a devout Christian until the day she died. Then there are people saying that she didn't support this cause or ...

So life continues as a very boring but very content stay-at-home mom in the desert suburb of Tucson known as Vail. Truly, the most exciting thing that happens around here is that we have a rattlesnake (Bubs says snakes ) that loves to come visit us by hiding out behind a planter and our retaining wall. I'm sure it's the same happy girl, because I recognize her patterns, but Bubs says it's just a cool place for snakes to hang out. I've also learned something: I never thought I was afraid of snakes, but hearing that rattle is a whole other story. Though I am getting better. Bubs grabs them with these "snake tongs," moves them into a bucket, and takes them far away from our house into the middle of the nearby state trust land. He says snakes wouldn't travel that far just to come visit us. I still think it's the same one. So that was the most exciting thing that had happened to me until just now.  Today was one of those days where I just needed a kid break...

We're getting ready to wrap up our summer in Texas. We fly back home to Arizona on Saturday, and the kids start school the following week. Bubs has essentially been working from home while we've been here, but he needs to get back to the office and his lab. Abby and TJ absolutely love their lives in Arizona, so they're ready to go home. Ashley and I? No. We are most certainly not ready to leave the paradise where almost all of our family lives on the same block mere steps from each other.  Of course, Ashley is a wonderfully happy 15-month-old, so I may be projecting just a little. Fortunately for me, before I had time to become homesick, my mom presented all four siblings with perhaps the greatest gift she's ever given us. A studio-quality, wall-sized family portrait from our Florida trip. One tiny problem. My younger sister's underwear is clearly visible for the entire world to admire. And there are now five copies of this masterpiece. Now, as I've mentioned be...

 To open this blog up, I am going to let Bubs give his insight into the events of the past few days and then I'll give the reality of what happened to stop the fight between me and Jess.  Thank you Ms. Dani, it's an honor to step in and be able to open your blog. I suppose we are just preserving this for history since I saw your view count on the last blog (5? really? Don't you have some in the past that had 10k views? I mean not for me to say, but 5?) For Dani's readers, let me clarify something that I think may have come across in her past few blogs is that this vacation to Florida has been miserable. It hasn't at all. Everyone here is so used to a sisterly meltdown that we stay out of the way, we know it will come to an inevitable conclusion. I think whoever the husbands are that are involved feel a need to try and help make peace but we know its a fruitless endeavor. Now there have been moments of course and Dani's mom and older sister Jenn were about at the...