I want to be a housewife. Not unemployed, because that's different. Its filled with angst and guilt and fear. I want to be married to a wealthy man who can afford to meet our expenses, freeing me up to keep the house, make the dinner, and play with my kid. Or at least I do after doing it for all of one day. (The Miss had a pseudo-sick day--she ( Read more... )

If you are taking cymbalta ( Read more... )

I have none. Yet I am less busy than I was when I had more. I don't get it. It's not just that I have little to no computer access at work...the world won't end if I never post here again. *GASP* It just seems that my day is over after a few blinks. And how is it SEPTEMBER?!?!?! (There should be an interrobang option on the keyboard.) ( Read more... )

My fellow Americans, but specifically my inlaws, random strangers, and people at my place of work, the following things are simply NOT true. I felt you needed to know ( Read more... )

I have gained weight. This is a fact. I lack motivation. This is (sadly) also a fact. I have neither the cash nor the inclination to buy new pants. (I'm just chock full of facts this night ( Read more... )

I have a perfect pink triangle burned onto my decoletage. Rather fitting, I think. Since I got it at the Pride Parade. Which was fun, and incidentally kidlet's first parade. She was very excited by the flag...and the escalator at the train station...and the ride on the bus. The idea of a parade was fun to her, but two hours of mostly naked men ( Read more... )

Steroids are fun. Supposedly I'm on these things so that my ankle doesn't hurt and all the internal swelling goes down so they can see if there's a cartilege tear...but my back hurts worse now than it has at any time since I was pregnant. Since I'm pretty sure they don't make ankle brand prednisone, I'd really like to know what gives? Also, my ( Read more... )

The Miss loves camping. Loves. She also loves hiking--which involves brief bits of rock collecting interspersed with long periods of time in a sling on my back. (On a related note: I can hike five miles with a 26lb child strapped to my back for 90% of it and not want to die at the end.) [Also on a related note: I can NOT hike for five miles in ( Read more... )

That is the message dictated for my mother's day card. For some reason, this amuses me beyond all logic. Its not just that my kid is cute (for she is) but that the actual sentiment makes me chuckle--and not just because it is in no way a mother's day sentiment. Its kinda like the "For your birthday, I grew you a cat" card that I adore. (It is ( Read more... )