You know the ol’ sayings: Don’t judge a book by it’s cover; It’s not what’s outside that matters in a person; Don’t judge the size of the poo by the stink. Oh, haven’t heard that last one? Well you will, especially if you’re ever within, say, ten thousand feet of my daughter.
Her poop is the smelliest shit (literally) I have ever laid olfactory nerves on. (Yes, I said “olfactory nerves”. I took Anatomy in college. Aren’t you impressed? Be impressed! I *r-e-t-a-i-n-e-d something from college! Sure, it’s about how I can smell shit with these super small cillia and stuff, but who cares! That’s money well spent…) Anywho, this kid’s... Read more
We’ve had a great weekend. Thank you so much for all your support and love. I luff all of it. Truly, every stinkin’ one of your emails/comments/cards/phone calls (!) mean so much so thank you thank you. I’ve gone back to my regular dosage and, amazingly, things started perking up. In addition, we headed out of town Friday night, saw my best friends in Seattle, and then *I* was blessed with a girl’s night out while Mr “WWE”, to quote Claire, took LB and gave me and my gals free rein of Bellevue. Sometimes, y’all, the man rocks. Last night he rocked his big bad ass and put LB to bed all by himself while mommy went out to Starbucks and the Rock Bottom to partay it up and talk about pubic hair, what men... Read more
I had a rough day. Really, it started a week ago when my shrink (yes, I have a shrink and yes, I realize how friggin’ hip and soooo ‘two thousands’ that makes me) told me it’s ok, and time, to start reducing my Post Partum Depression medication. “Swell!” I said. I cut my meds by 10mg about a week ago. Then all brain hell cut loose.
Without rehashing my whole day, let’s just say that the following highlights can push a Post Partum Brain Effed woman over the edge:
I did the drawing today. Look! I even documented it for y’all.
First I wrote 45 numbers on the paper. Then I cut each number into strips. I had no idea who each number went to, but I knew there were 45 comments and thus, 45 numbers get put in the hat.
Remember how I asked y’all about that online bill paying? Well, apparently, I signed us up for some automated deduction of our most expensive bill. Hey! Look at how convenient it is! It’ll pay our mortgage for us. Every month! Oh, I almost peed myself. Thrilling. Joyous. Oh, technology at it’s best!
Whatever I was going to post today seems a bit too unnecessary. please go to Starshine’s blog and pray for the mommy on her September message board.
I think we can all too easily put ourselves in her shoes and I know I cried real tears.Read more
I’m am one unfaithful wench.
I just cheated on Sconeday.
But damn, if your’e gonna cheat, make it worth it.
Now excuse me, but I can’t hear anything over the sound of my ass enlarging and I might as well get some work done.Read more
You won’t believe this chick I met at the park yesterday. First, she looked unshowered and a little frazzled. Her one year old was pretty cute but wasn’t nearly as decked out as my two year old daughter, Emily. I mean, she wasn’t even wearing a cute baby gap knitted hat! Anyway, she obviously needed to lose a few pounds, unlike me- just six weeks after I having our new daughter, I’m back to my size two. She let her kid run around fairly freely and then started talkign to me! She asked nice things at first. We chatted. Then I pointed out my six week old and her eyes got really big. “WOW!” she said, “Congratulations! They’re not even two years apart. You are brave. I think that’ll happen to us seeing as how we’re currently...
Bloggy Gossip and other links to keep you from having to fold laundry 09/Dec/2005
Update on the Blog Design Lovin’: Thank you ALL for participating. And see? Now that you’ve dropped trow here, it’s easier to comment, isn’t it? People are really very nice to fellow commentors. Aren’t we?
I’m very glad I’ve left it up to the cards because I want, roughly,
45 (written... Read more