After an impromptu doctor’s appointment wherein I got “the speculum action” (the most action I’ve seen, by the way, in some time) I was on my way home when I called my husband and found out some interesting bits of information. And by interesting, I mean annoying as all hellfire. It prompted the following promotion for mamaspod and the first podcast wherein I discuss my hayhay.
Something tells me it won’t be the last.
The second, and to me the most helpful, tip my shrink (yes, yes, I have one, get over it already) is to exercise.
Uh. WHAT? Exer-hu?
I know. You’re not sleeping. You’re tired. You’re fat. (You feel fat, lemme rephrase this, you ARE NOT FAT. You just had a baby and your body is yelling at you to be nice, damnit!) And now you’re expected to go workout. Right?
The thing is, working out is more than just a thing to get in the way... Read more
For some time now I wanted to do a series about preventing/combating Postpartum Depression. I have a shrink, (gasp, what? You DON’T?! Don’t you know everyone has a shrink? How uncool of you..) that I saw before I even had Baby O. After my last experience, I thought I better have someone in my pocket in case I decided to lock myself in the bathroom and cry for a few hours a day. If you know me, that’s not anything near my normal self and not someplace I needed to visit... Read more
It’s time for HAI HAI HAIKU KU KU FRI FRI DAY DAY DAY
Where the hell are you
Ask all ten people who read
I am here barely
Two kids and a job
An announcement to come soon
After a long day
(Haiku friday via Jennifer. AKA: COOLEST bitch in the west, er, Alabama)Read more
Today’s goal: Make ToDo list.
Tomorrow’s goal: Check Off ToDo list.
Not on the list: Whatever-the-hell-I’m-doing-now
(This extremely short post brought to you by my daughter, who does not nap and my son, who is teething.)Read more
Heard on the playground:
LB, speaking to another little girl about her age whom she just met, “Oh, man! That’s what I’m allowed to say. Oh, Man. Like Swiper. Not fuckit like Daddy. Only boys can say Fuckit. Mommy says Oh, Crap. But we say Oh, Man because we’re girls.”
Cussing is now restricted to blog entries only. It’s the only way. My only outlet. You lucky bitches, you.
Pass the Ivory.Read more
Hi! Did you miss me? I missed you. God, did I miss you. I felt it was time to re-birth the blog. My love life and being a born-again-virgin aside, I have a story. I wrote about it. Wanna hear it? Too bad. I’m telling you anyway.
I started blogging in the fall of 2003. Two Thousand Three. Wow. Some senior is graduating high school this year and telling me he/she was in Jr. High when I started blogging. I almost believe it. One masters degree, two children, three houses and four years later, here I am.
I’ve recently come to know