Pardon me. I think I just posted…

As you all probably know, I am divorced. (Remember that pesky brick? Yes indeed, I am epically, happily divorced.)

And as you all also may know, I am a mom. (No comments from the peanut gallery about the surprise baby, please…so I’ll be 85 when she graduates from high school — plus or minus. No biggie. Whatever.)

Hence, I am now affiliated with http://www.divorcedmoms.com. Makes sense, right?

Anyhow, the site is now live and super-cool and chock full o’ awesomeness, and I recently wrote something over there.

So if you’d be so kind, click here to check out my latest post — that is, if you’d like to:

  • Learn about a fun new use for corn cobs. (Trust me. You’ll be pinning this tip on Pinterest, I promise. And, spoiler alert: it involves poop.)
  • Discover how Brett and I engage in titillating foreplay.
  • Weigh in on the age-old question: Would you rather be blindsided by the end of your relationship — or would you rather see it coming a mile away?

Please leave me a comment there and let me know your thoughts on corn cobs, foreplay and breaking up. I’m seriously curious.

And in the meantime, I know I swore I wouldn’t go all “mommy blogger” on y’all, but you gotta check this out. Seriously. 39 seconds of pure crazy, because I may just have the Quirkiest. Baby. EVER.

The kids had been telling us for weeks, “Bryerlee does this crazy thing when we go through a tunnel!” We had no idea, until my 11-year-old daughter took it upon herself to capture the crazy.

(…and yes, I’m allowing my kids to listen to “Blurred Lines” while I drive. Stop judging. You know you like that song, too. I mean, c’mon: “What rhymes with hug me?” Classic line…)

XOXO,

Mikalee

About Mikalee Byerman

How can a sometimes bitter, definitely jaded, no longer trusting blindsided ex-wife still believe in happy endings? (not that kind of happy endings...sheesh, people...) By channeling her scary internal dialogue through a controversial blog/future book, swearing like a drunken sailor and spending all her spare time focused on helping others people heal. Oh, and wine...lots of good, red wine. Join me as I embrace my next best self (and help you discover yours) with Me 2.0!
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5 Responses to Pardon me. I think I just posted…

  1. iwrit4me says:

    OK Mikalee, you really are crazy and I am LMFAO!!!

  2. The Guat says:

    I like that “epically, happily divorced,” so glad you are! Love it!

  3. No judging here! I have been known to play Blurred Lines while my kids are in the car, too. They sing along to it. :)

  4. hrhdaf says:

    Heeey!
    Now are your baby’s eyes going wide at being in the tunnel or is she just remembering the whole Miley/Thicke twerking incident at the MVAs? Regardless I really laughed. She’s very cute and well done to your daughter for catching the epic moment!
    I read your article and I think I’d definitely rather have an idea a break up was coming but I definitely wouldnt want to use corn cobs the way you suggest. If you did would you butter them first? Or am I putting way too much thought into this? ;)
    Hugs Daf xxx

  5. Dana says:

    So cute! The two girls look exactly alike!

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