It’s been a long time. I have returned to spewing random thoughts on Friday with Friday Fragments. If you would like to link up your own, join the lovely and stable Mrs. 4444.
- I’m still working out and eating right and NOTHING. It would be driving me to drink if thatdidn’t add calories. My metabolism fucking hates me. The feeling is mutual.
- Rah rah ah ah ah ah, Roma roma mamma, Gaga ooh la la… Can’t. Get. This. Out. Of. My. Head!
- I wrote a post for the other site (AimingLow.com- by the by- vote for us for Best New Weblog !) a while back about an embarassing issue… I may have mentioned a hair on a boob, and now, I’m getting bombarded with comments and e-mails from laser hair removal clinics. Of course, not offering anything free- pretty much just mocking me. Thank you. I like free stuff.
- So, I’m fairly certain I’m on the verge of a breakdown. My last few posts were total downers and some of you could contest that I’m losing it- I agree. However, it was evident the other day. At the grocery, I stopped to look at my grocery list, 4 yr old, 9 yr old and 10 yr old in tow. I notice the 9 yr old DIGGING -hardcore- up her nose! I yell,” stop picking your nose- that’s only OK for me because I have this mother of a sore inside my nose and it bleeds massively and if I don’t pick the scab, I have no breathing canal…” and then I saw this look of horror in her eyes- absolute panic. She starts jumping up and down and screaming, “there’s a coffee bean stuck up my nose!” I fell to the ground I was laughing so hard and because of an incontinence problem, I could not enjoy this moment fully if pee was running down my leg. It was one of those laughs where you just shake and nothing comes out and you want to catch your breath, but you can’t. It was funny. Then, the tears started. At first they were laughing tears… but after a moment they turned into, you’re 9 years old and you stuck a coffee bean UP YOUR NOSE? You can’t be that stupid and I don’t want a hospital bill for something so avoidable tears. It was an ugly cry. A serious culmination of having been in a car for- I kid you not- 6 HOURS- chauffeuring kids to and fro, having to go to the grocery store in the sleet and cold rain after I just had my car washed and just feeling fed up. My 10 year old informed me that people were staring, then my 9 year old broke the tension by holding her other nostril down and blowing a coffee bean clear across the cereal aisle bringing to a close my mini breakdown.
- I cannot take people that use the word “hubby” or “bro” seriously.
- I’m beginning to get the BlogHer anxieties again. Unlike most, mine is not anxiety of leaving my kids or going away… you see, my blogging is not embraced around these parts and the fact that I don’t make money doing it is even less embraced by my nay-sayers. I desperately want to go. Last year, it was a great experience and I believe this year could be even better. In the meantime- anti-anxiety med prescriptions have been refilled.
- However, the week after BlogHer, is my 20 year Class Reunion. That I am planning. We’ll see how that goes.
- I miss being “tagged” with silly little blog memes that most people hate.
- How hard is it to send in an RSVP for a class reunion? I don’t want the money, yet. I just want to know how many people I’m planning this gig for. Is that too much to ask? Meanwhile, I feel like I have turned into the annoying e-mail and Facebook nag… like I need another reason for people to dislike me.
- The thing I love the most about Friday Fragments? Not having to come up with a title to a post.
I feel very fragmented most days… ha! I was telling a fiend this morning that no one ever warned me that becoming a mom would also render me mentally maladjusted most of the time… I would have still chosen my life…but just would have felt a wee bit more prepared for it. Hang in there…ps when I was in jr. high I used to spell my name Teena just because I thought it looked cooler and it pissed my mom off.
But Tena, I promise I only use hubby and bro on twitter when I’m trying to conserve my characters so I can fit more ridiculously unimportant things into one tweet.
My 6 year old got a lego stuck in his ear….but he is six. It wasnt fun getting it out.
And I say Hubby on my blog….but not in real life….do you still hate me?!?
I say hubby and hubs, but never to his face.
Isn’t Xanax (or anything even remotely close to it) grand? And I’m guilty of hubby, but mostly just on FB and in a cutesy way, but we’re newlyweds so that’s okay, right?
I started reading your blog awhile ago & I love you.
Now that your life is fulfilled from my love you can fart rainbows & sunshine again!
But seriously, life is tough, being a mom, a wife, a woman,yadayada, none of us would trade ever it in ( except psychos like casey anthony & um.. transsexuals, I guess)
But, it doesnt mean its easy, or even happy, or enjoyable sometimes!! Virtual hug to you!
I do say hubby, online, not in real life, just like I dont say LOL, in real life..except once.
I dont know much about Blogher. In fact, I googled it for the first time yesterday! I avoid the topic like the plague b/c I’m terrified to go to something like that, my anxiety meds arent as super as yours.
And.. lastly,f you check out my blog (title- my dog is gross & so is my husband) I’d love to include you in the little tagging meme/award that of spawning from that post!
The end (..of my book, sorry.geeze)
Ra ra ra-ah-ah rom-ma – ro ma ma… is my ringtone. For real.
Ha – the bean story is priceless!
I have anxiety too – sometimes just about going to work…I hate the idea of putting on another crap outfit and goin to work surrounded by all the beautiful people in their beautiful clothes. And sometimes I have anxiety about going to the grocery store-I might run into someone I know and I might have to make small talk…
Driving people everywhere every day from 4-9 makes me crazy, and I have had my share of meltdowns. It does not help that it gets dark at 5:00 and is freezing all the time, just adding to the bliss of the 4 hours I am in the car each night. It sucks! Add the grocery store to the mix, and you have found hell.
It’s like the movie Groundhog Day…where everyday day is exactly the same. That is my life right now. I guess we get through it however we can. And treasure the moments that some one blows a coffee bean out of their nose in a public place. That made me smile.
Love your honesty and your blog. I just get it.
Ugh Oh… I am one of those ppl who call my husband Hubby.. oops! I still havent decided on BlogHer… and the coffee bean up the nose… yep.. been there, done that! ( when my daughter was 10!!!)
hey
I am with ya on the verging towards a break down sometimes and wish I had mellow pills!
I have gotten ONE taggy MEME thing and I hate to say it, but I would love more too, ha!
I laughed (and pee’d a little) over the coffee bean. living through chemistry is so much better! especially when you have the 20 year reunion!
So I call my husband hubby and hubs on my blog. Does that make me a bad person?? Never in real life though!
Oh, man–the coffee bean story is priceless. None of you (or the customers) will ever forget it.
I’m not going to BlogHer this year. I got my fill in Chicago, and besides, there’s no way I could bring that much swag home from NEW YORK!LOL
Cuz you didn’t have enough stress, you decided to plan your reunion?! That RSVP thing is maddening; good luck!
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