allows me to see how many people I went to high school with overcame their mid-20’s oxycontin and cocaine addictions and went on to be married with kids.
(I have several stories, like this one, that evidence why I have few to no female friends.) Setting: my nephew’s (my brother and his wife’s son) fourth birthday party; theme “Angry Birds”; location s-i-l’s sister’s house I had been squatting down at the edge of the pool, watching my mother take Spawn for his first “swim,” when I realized I’d...
My friend who's had five miscarriages
is having her third in vitro fertilization implantation today. The last time she tried this, she ended up with cancerous tumors brought on by all the injections she took to be fertile (this is a known side effect), and she still lost the embryos. I’m looking at my son and thinking about how hard parenting is for me and wondering how anyone could want a baby so bad that they would put...
I don't know why I even try. I am such a fool.
Some guy just called my house, asked for me by...
WTF?! Now, I am all freaked out and sitting in the floor of Spawn’s room, waiting for some crazy idiot to try to break in my house. I knew I should’ve renewed my pistol license.
TMI Tuesday: I got my period!
I aint kidding. This is way TMI. Still interested? Well, you’ve been warned. [[MORE]] Sunday was the start of my first period since April 21, 2011. That’s 15 months, and I have to say that had I not been pregnant for almost 10 of those months, it would have been totally awesome! My doctor warned me that my period might be different than it was before, especially with uterine...
Acid Toads and Robert Irvine
The fabric that holds this plane intact and separate tore in several places. The holes led to other worlds, most of them hostile. More than just extra-planar creatures were coming through these openings. Men walked down streets shooting children and pets. The madness was reaching epidemic level. Charged with mending these holes, the Keepers of the Plane set about finding them and manually...
It's been 5 months,
and my two “best” girlfriends have yet to meet my son. They live in the same town as I do. I guess they aren’t my best friends after all. This isn’t much of a surprise. My friendships are only as strong as the effort I put into them. I’m the one who works to keep the relationship alive, and I’ve been just a bit preoccupied with the baby. These two women are...
TMI Tuesday: Writing
Want to know the reason why none of my works of fiction will ever be published? Hint: I just saved a novel with “less rape-y version” in the filename.
I got the word today
that my dissertation is ready for publishing and that the company is going to start on it right away. Leather bound copies soon to appear on my doorstep. My dissertation will pop up on major search engines and Amazon, provided you search the proper key words. You can even purchase your own paperback copy. So, does this count as “being published?”
Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking...– (via ceedling)
It's times like this,
when I can’t take any more, that I worry about moving too far away from my parents. Who else will come running when I’m desperate?
I'm writing again.
So, you know, bring on the self-loathing and depression.
Sometimes, I just hate everything.
Then, I watch Food Network, and I’m okay again.
Nobody likes me. Everybody hates me. I guess I’ll go eat worms.
TMI Tuesday: Weaning
I am attempting to gradually wean myself off the Dread Milkmaid. My freezer is full of breastmilk, so saving it is no longer an option. I stepped down from nursing and pumping twice a day to pumping 4 times a day and bottle-feeding. Over the last two months, I have cut down from 4 times to 3 times per day. My idea is to slowly bank my supply so that the pain of engorgement is lessened. Two days...
"Let me tell ya something!"
If you ever wondered why
you sometimes catch your mom staring into space, looking lost and like part of her soul is dead, all you have to do is look in the mirror to know the answer.
somebarebones replied to your post: Not Quite Right I have a terrifying real-life story involving off-people like that. Ooh! Ooh! Please share!!
Spawn L'edOL for the first time today.
I was watching a trailer of FFXIII-2 (I know it came out in the States in February, but I was preoccupied being 10 months preggo and giving birth at the time.). Anyway, there is a scene where Sarah is pleading her case against being destroyed, and the winged kitty moogle over her shoulder nods and makes a moogle-y noise (probably Kupo!). Spawn just giggled like mad, just guffawed at the moogle. ...
Not Quite Right
I keep having these dreams that are nothing very special or bothersome except the people are wrong. For example, I dreamed that I was driving around a town I’ve never visited looking for a burger joint. I kept asking people where I could go, and all the places were closed because it was too early in the day for serving lunch. Nothing odd about that really, but the people…they...
DDO chat conversation between myself and two other guild members, Fng and Kel. Me: It’s insanely hot here. My grass is dead, but I can’t justify watering it when there is a drought. Kel: Yeah, you’re gonna need that water when your grass catches on fire, although it’ll probably just come out as steam. Fng: Sweet! Like a fog machine. Bring on the laser light show! Me:...
I'll be moving sometime in Summer 2013.
For job purposes, I need to live in town/city that is home to a college or university. Otherwise, my options for where to move are wide-open. If you could live anywhere (realistically), where would you?
somebarebones replied to your post: Baby Boucher I make up nicknames for everyone and even everything too. I nickname inanimate objects. Like, for example, I’m typing this on my “lap tippity”. I wish it was possible to “like” comments. <heart>
I have this … thing (good grief I can’t think of a better word for it)* … where I make up nicknames for everyone. My cat alone has about twenty nicknames, so why should my son be any different? He shouldn’t! Lately, he’s been exploring his vocal range. All weekend, he made a sound like a bumblebee boring into wood, but today, he’s moved on to something quite a...
What Would You Call It?
Mom: [So-and-so]’s baby is only three months old, and he masturbates. Me: (eyebrows raised) Really? Mom: Yes, and I don’t mean that he touches it; I mean he masturbates. He strokes it like he knows what he’s doing and with purpose. Me: Precocious, huh? Mom: I wouldn’t call it that.