Depression is a lying bitch.
Watch this. This dude has it figured out.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
I wish
I wish that Dooce wouldn't post so many nothing posts. Of that there was an easier way to read through her archives. I'm just just starting off April 2007 and I'm over the posts that are nothing more than links to someone elses post, or picture or something else that, because it is now years later, has an expired link. I don't want to see anymore posts of just one random picture that she took because she thinks it looks arty. I just want the meat. I want the stories, the insight, the funny little tales. All of the extra posts detract from that. Thoughts?
Oh, and anyone else out in Blogland all up in arms about Kelle Hamptons naked picture of Nella? I like Kelle in small doses and I even follow her Instagram, so I suppose Ive seen "The Picture" but I cant say that I noticed a naked Nella. I think, if anything, this should be a warning to all people who stand in bathrooms and take pictures of yourself to post on social media. Not only are we all disgusted by the fact that you take pictures of yourself in the same room you go to poop, you never know when you're going to inadvertently show the world your nasty grandma bra that has seen one (or two) years of wear too many, your naked little kids bits and pieces, or you know, a used tampon floating in the toilet. I'm just saying. Bathroom photogs beware.
Oh, and anyone else out in Blogland all up in arms about Kelle Hamptons naked picture of Nella? I like Kelle in small doses and I even follow her Instagram, so I suppose Ive seen "The Picture" but I cant say that I noticed a naked Nella. I think, if anything, this should be a warning to all people who stand in bathrooms and take pictures of yourself to post on social media. Not only are we all disgusted by the fact that you take pictures of yourself in the same room you go to poop, you never know when you're going to inadvertently show the world your nasty grandma bra that has seen one (or two) years of wear too many, your naked little kids bits and pieces, or you know, a used tampon floating in the toilet. I'm just saying. Bathroom photogs beware.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Thoughts
Does anyone else get that joyful feeling of 'YESSSS!' when they hear little pieces of whatever hit the inside of the vacuum? I feel like a freaking rockstar! Yeah little nasty dirty pieces, I own you! It feels so good to hear those little specks of nasty getting sucked up. Is it just me?
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
A few thoughts on Dooce
As I've been working through the archives of dooce.com I find myself thinking...especially since I know how it ends. Read on for some of my rambling, wandering thoughts about Heather B Armstrong.
***UPDATE***
I CANNOT believe they used the Ferber Method to sleep train Leta!!!! And that almost two years later she felt the need to admit it publicly. I am much more into the Attachment Parenting school of thought. I love me some Dr. Sears.
- Is she going to keep the Armstrong surname?
- I wonder if part of why Leta took so long to walk, in addition to her sensory issues, is that fact that she looks to be a very big baby. And I mean that in size. And I'm not dissing the baby. I'm just wondering if maybe her muscles needed extra time to be able to hold her up and move in the manner they were designed to move in. Jon is apparently a giant man so it makes sense that Leta would be a bigger sized baby. Don't send me hate mail about this.
- When she posts those picture of the snow outside her window I die a little inside with her. As a girl born and raised on a Southern coast I know NOTHING about weather. I grew up living in the sun and wearing pretty little dresses on Christmas day, not snow jackets and layers. However, I am now living a landlocked life and I experience the snow and ice and layers of clothing. Its devastating. I totally understand season depression. I have seasonal depression. Even in the Summer. Its so freaking hot and humid that all I want to do is stay inside. I was never a lame, sit on my butt, stay inside 9 months a year and get fat type of girl. Then I moved East.
- Sometimes I want to email Heather links to her own posts about her amazing, wonderful husband if only to remind her that there was a time she felt this way. Then I remember that I'm not in their relationship and that blogs only show a small, skewed version of someones life. This one included.
***UPDATE***
I CANNOT believe they used the Ferber Method to sleep train Leta!!!! And that almost two years later she felt the need to admit it publicly. I am much more into the Attachment Parenting school of thought. I love me some Dr. Sears.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Do you trust YOUR dentist?
Today was D-day. You know, Dentist Day. This day is nothing new for me. I grew up with responsible waspy parents who raised a responsible, Pottery Barn loving, waspy child. So I have amazing Pottery Barn bedding and an electric toothbrush. I floss, usually. And I Listerine the crap out of those mouth germs because, lets face it, while my dentist and his hygienist are nice people I don't want to hang out with them more than the twice a year my insurance covers at 100%.
I'll be honest with you, in my youth I was not an avid oral care type kid so I have a few silver filings. One would think that if you sit through the pain of a filling or two, the numbness, the drooling, the saggy face feeling that its over once that all goes away and you're left with a nice new, non-decaying tooth...with a little bling.
FALSE! That silver filling is coming back to kick me in the ass, mouth? All these years later, that dang filling has somehow managed to cause a crack in my tooth. And because you can't brush or floss or Listerine the crap out of cracks in your teeth I am growing bacteria down in that space. Do you know what this means? Do you? It means that I have to go back to the dentist before my regularly scheduled, insurance sanctioned, semi annual visit. And I have to do it twice. I have to go back, willingly, and allow them to 'file down the tooth so that it can be a smaller version of itself and fitted for a cap' then the second time for the cap to be attached.
Now here is my question. How do I know that dude is not making this stuff up? There is no dentistmd.com, I can't Google the crap out of a crack in my tooth that I can't see or feel. On the x-ray he showed me I totally thought that I saw what he was talking about until I asked if the white line on the other side of the tooth meant that I had two cracks...nope. That white line is where the enamel meets the 'grey matter' so basically the line I thought was the crack was a naturally occurring totally normal thing. Which means that I never saw this alleged crack to begin with!
Anyhow I have my first non-insurance approved appointment scheduled. I'm not super thrilled about being a drooling, numb faced, crying mess but I suppose it's better than losing the tooth altogether. Assuming that my dentist actually went to dental school, and knows what hes talking about, and that this alleged crack in my tooth is not alleged after all but rather proven guilty in a court of oral care. Oh, and I'll be bringing my $250 down payment. Did I mention that the starter in my car broke this morning, that I just had to buy a new/non-returnable laptop and that I paid my six months car insurance premium this month? Whats another $250 for an allegedly cracked tooth?
I'll be honest with you, in my youth I was not an avid oral care type kid so I have a few silver filings. One would think that if you sit through the pain of a filling or two, the numbness, the drooling, the saggy face feeling that its over once that all goes away and you're left with a nice new, non-decaying tooth...with a little bling.
FALSE! That silver filling is coming back to kick me in the ass, mouth? All these years later, that dang filling has somehow managed to cause a crack in my tooth. And because you can't brush or floss or Listerine the crap out of cracks in your teeth I am growing bacteria down in that space. Do you know what this means? Do you? It means that I have to go back to the dentist before my regularly scheduled, insurance sanctioned, semi annual visit. And I have to do it twice. I have to go back, willingly, and allow them to 'file down the tooth so that it can be a smaller version of itself and fitted for a cap' then the second time for the cap to be attached.
Now here is my question. How do I know that dude is not making this stuff up? There is no dentistmd.com, I can't Google the crap out of a crack in my tooth that I can't see or feel. On the x-ray he showed me I totally thought that I saw what he was talking about until I asked if the white line on the other side of the tooth meant that I had two cracks...nope. That white line is where the enamel meets the 'grey matter' so basically the line I thought was the crack was a naturally occurring totally normal thing. Which means that I never saw this alleged crack to begin with!
Anyhow I have my first non-insurance approved appointment scheduled. I'm not super thrilled about being a drooling, numb faced, crying mess but I suppose it's better than losing the tooth altogether. Assuming that my dentist actually went to dental school, and knows what hes talking about, and that this alleged crack in my tooth is not alleged after all but rather proven guilty in a court of oral care. Oh, and I'll be bringing my $250 down payment. Did I mention that the starter in my car broke this morning, that I just had to buy a new/non-returnable laptop and that I paid my six months car insurance premium this month? Whats another $250 for an allegedly cracked tooth?
Dear tennant,
I am thinking that if I can hear your toilet running at 1:30 in the morning you should also be able to hear your toilet running. Running toilet = running water =bigger bill. Duh. Next time please get up yourself and jiggle the handle rather than having me come do it. Please remember this is my house and you are just a paying visitor. One who can, with thirty days notice, be removed.
Signed,
Landlord
Signed,
Landlord
Monday, January 7, 2013
Monday, should it be a four letter word
It never fails that when the husband is away something will break. Today it was the car. Of course it was the car, my car. The power steering went out so the entire time I was driving to pre-k drop off and then to the mechanic I felt like I was trying to turn a one ton hippo left and right. Did I mention that my husband drove the car all day yesterday? And that it did not break yesterday.
However, I have good friends. Friends who will come pick me up at the mechanic. Friends who will drive me to my husbands parked car so that I can drive it until my car is fixed. Friends who offer to take me to pick up my fixed car. Friends that I can confide in, that I can say my prayer life is non-existent. Friends who encourage. Friends who are like family.
We also can afford the repair bill. Yes it means a money shuffle and a little between pay day squeeze but we can afford it. How may people out there can't afford an unexpected car repair? How many people would have to decide whether to run their heat and eat or fix their car? How many people are without a car to fix?
Today I am choosing to be grateful for the things we have rather than frustrated with the things that are not going according to plan. Today I am deciding that the four letter word associated with Monday should be thankful. Even if it is seven letters.
However, I have good friends. Friends who will come pick me up at the mechanic. Friends who will drive me to my husbands parked car so that I can drive it until my car is fixed. Friends who offer to take me to pick up my fixed car. Friends that I can confide in, that I can say my prayer life is non-existent. Friends who encourage. Friends who are like family.
We also can afford the repair bill. Yes it means a money shuffle and a little between pay day squeeze but we can afford it. How may people out there can't afford an unexpected car repair? How many people would have to decide whether to run their heat and eat or fix their car? How many people are without a car to fix?
Today I am choosing to be grateful for the things we have rather than frustrated with the things that are not going according to plan. Today I am deciding that the four letter word associated with Monday should be thankful. Even if it is seven letters.
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