All right. This is it. The last time I'll post anything on this site.I've moved to a better subdivision: ShaunaGlenn.comThe grass is greener and none of the neighbors have cars on blocks in their driveways. Not that there's anything wrong with that. OK, it *is* a little trashy. But... I have to admit I'll miss this old place, but the new digs are pretty sweet.Not everything is up and running yet, and we're still tweaking a bit here and there, but I think you'll like it.None of the most recent... Read Full Story

Are you tired of hearing about my vagina yet?Good. Because I'm sick to death of talking about it.A lot of people have asked how I'm doing, so I'll tell you all together. I'm doing well. Seriously. Other than the fact that every time I get up and move around I tire out after 30 seconds and have to sit back down, I'm fine. Except that makes me feel like an old person. So basically I'm like the hottest hundred year old you've ever known. Over the last week I've gotten numerous emails and DM's on... Read Full Story

I learn new things about myself all the time.The latest?I suck at being lazy.If I don't get out of this bed soon I'm going to stab someone. Oh, but wait. I have no access to stabbing things because I'm stuck. In the bed. With only my laptop, the remote control, and a huge bottle of Milk of Magnesia. I must say in regards to my lack of pooping thing, I am impressed and humbled by your response. You people sure know a lot about Things That Make You Go Poo. All I have to say now is...Um, how do ... Read Full Story

So by now you've probably noticed there's really nothing I won't talk about--much to the chagrin of my family. But I can't help it. I share. I over share. And I'm on drugs. The being on drugs thing is temporary, yet necessary. And probably the reason I'm able to say this...I'm constipated. Like. Way.Like, I haven't *gone* since Monday. This probably explains why I look 6 months pregnant. I'm full. I'm bloated. I'm stabby. Like for real. And I'm starting to panic. Why can't I go to the bathroo... Read Full Story

I'm home. And I couldn't be happier about that. I know one thing for sure: hospitals suck. It's like prison, but with better drugs. And still, even the fact that they give you drugs when you ask doesn't make it suck less. You just don't care as much---that it sucks so bad.When I woke up after surgery I was sure I was dying. My whole body hurt. It felt like I'd been in a terrible car accident. Even my neck was sore and I'm no biology major, but I'm pretty sure my uterus is nowhere near my neck... Read Full Story

Well, it's the morning after my surgery and I'm happy to report that I'm living to tell about.However, I'm typing this on my iPhone and only have use of my right thumb. Which means this will be short.I am going to write about the whole experience as soon as they stop giving me morphine. You have no idea how long it has taken me to write this... Morphine = fuckedupnessAnyway, I have a new story posted over Aiming Low today. It's a new one no one's ever heard before.Please leave a comment--I'm ... Read Full Story

I love it when I can woo people into guest blogging. It makes me feel all powerful and stuff--like Oz. So today's post is brought to you by Tena, of Tena's Therapy. She's also my friend and a fellow writer at Aiming Low.Thanks Tena. I owe you one.Getting preggers my senior year of college, when I was only a few credits shy of graduating with my useless degree in Communications with an emphasis in Mass Media (ie, watching TV and movies), may have seemed like a colossal misstep in the ‘life de... Read Full Story

Ethan and I do this thing where we get on Google images about once a week and look at pictures of animals. Sometimes we look at the same ones....over....and over again. And yesterday was no different except this time when we googled "monkeys" we came across some really freaky ones. And of course, as I do with most things, I'm going share our findings with you.These are so tiny that I want to say they're cute, but I imagine they would eat my eyeballs out if given the chance. Don't let their si... Read Full Story

The 6 of us were driving down the road the other day.... (sounds like the opening of a really stupid joke your drunk uncle would tell, doesn't it?).... when I said, "Wow, you don't see any pay phones anymore. Weird."Tommy said, "I know. I was at a convenience store recently and someone was there removing them.""So many things are changing in our lifetime," I said as I shook my head.From the very back of the SUV my 7 year old, Harley, asked, "What's a pay phone?"I turned around and said, "Used... Read Full Story

Sometimes I hesitate about posting something. Mostly because my dad reads my blog. And I'm no expert but I'm quite sure no dad wants to read about certain things that go on in his daughter's life. No matter her age. Like for reals. But like most everything else where I'm concerned, I'm choosing once again to just put it out there. I'm going to throw my shit against the wall and see if it sticks.It appears I had a meltdown.During sex.True Story. And yes, apparently I'm going to share it.I'm ha... Read Full Story