He can’t handle the truth
June 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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“No, I will not open that bag of cotton balls for you.”
June 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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With a moo moo here
June 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Thinking
June 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Say what?
June 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Eavesdropping, not keeping it to myself, sharing it with the Internet, will feel bad about it later just not right now
June 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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The…horror…the…horror!
June 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Sundays they camped and read and prayed (and then told fart jokes)
June 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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One year ago
June 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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How am I driving? Call 1-800-SUCKMYBIGTOE
June 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Ava
June 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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The Secrets of BlogHer Conference REVEALED
June 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Ella and Leta in her Gay Pride Swimsuit, first time in a pool and obviously loving every minute
June 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Ross, from London
June 20, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Vangroovooroo
June 19, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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One of the best lines I heard at dinner last night
June 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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What’s in here, Mama?
June 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Shortly afterward Odessa took Leta out with a swift kick to the gut
June 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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If this isn’t reclaiming the web for personal expression then I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS
June 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Leta and Grandpa
June 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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When my Dad reads this his head is going to be full of BLEEEEEPs
June 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Odessa
June 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Chimmy Chimmy BREAK DOWN!
June 13, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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I’m posting this cute picture of her now because she won’t stop screaming and this will prevent me from jumping off a bridge or
June 13, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Scottish and sunburned
June 10, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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If I stare at you long enough will you give me a piece of that pizza?
June 10, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Reading: A series of links that have had me laughing out loud while completely or at least mostly sober
June 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Monoliths
June 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Bick Bruildings of Beaufort
June 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Here’s the church, there’s the steeple
June 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Newsletter: Month Sixteen
June 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Voyeur pose
June 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Getting the party started quickly
June 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Leaving on a jet plane
June 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Introducing Jooce
June 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Dear God Almighty, Lord in Heaven, Everlasting Father
May 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Bronx
May 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Thinking
May 30, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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In loving memory of Jon’s father, Byron Kesler Armstrong
May 30, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Wherein I realized that it’s almost impossible to say BLOG without throwing up on national television
May 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Pensive, not bitchy, just pensive, oh, and constipated, yes, constipated
May 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Goober Music Awards
May 26, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Afternoon delight
May 26, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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You’ll never guess what this post is about
May 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Behold THE HAIR
May 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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I’m surrounded by the enemy
May 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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The Former Congressman, reserving his right to filibuster
May 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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The $450 Pocket of Gas
May 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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15 Rounds
May 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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Miraculously Jon didn’t kill the rose bush last fall
May 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong
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