One year ago this week I wrote my first ever Listography titled Five Things I Really Hate. If you are new here, you may have missed it, and it’s one of my all time favorite rants…especially now that I have much more sympathy for the poor gal in #5.

One year ago this week I also had to explain what the word “horny” means to my then 11 year old son. Poor thing got a little more than he bargained for with that question.

One year ago this week I organized the hell out of my laundry room.

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I bet you’re wondering if my efforts there have lasted, aren’t you.

And the answer to that is an unequivocal NOPE.

What can I say? I subscribe to the philosophy that a life well lived is more important than a clean house. And by “life well lived” of course I mean somewhat inebriated and browsing Pinterest for bacon related recipes.

Besides, I’ve been busy with other more pressing things. Like bathroom remodeling, and watching/live tweeting The Bachelor, and blogging about poop and my down there lady business.

Hey, don’t judge. You’re here reading this crap. That totally makes you an accomplice to my juvenile sense of humor, y’know. But back to my whole “one year later” theme…

One year ago this week I overheard my daughter wonder aloud about the unbelievable torture (i.e. pixie haircut) her grandmother inflicted upon me as a child.

One year ago this week I took Bucket Head to the dermatologist to have a devil horn removed from his ear and then shared Ten Skin Care Tips I Wish I Had Followed.

And finally, it was exactly one year ago today that I shared one of my all-time favorite most horrifying discoveries in my children’s spiritual library

Naked Satan tempting Jesus in the desert...with a reach-around.

Wow. Hard to believe I accomplished ALL THAT in one week! I was so much younger and more energetic back then. Also, Lent came later last year (started March 10th), so I was clearly still all hopped up on boxed wine and Ding-Dongs when I wrote all those posts.

But here we are one year later.

Now I’ve got crotch rot, a 12 year old son who knows all my dirty limericks, a filthy/messy laundry room, long hair, a son without devil horns, and no illustrated children’s bible.

I’d say it’s been a pretty productive year.

Psssst. If any of this make you laugh, would you please help me make the list of the Top 25 Funny Moms? Just click this link and then click the “thumbs up” sign next to my name to cast your vote. You can vote once a day until March 21st for all your favorite funny moms. Thank you!

enjoying the ride,

-Iris