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Category Archives: That’s Just Bullcrap
Mar25
I’m Blah! Blah! Blah!
Antibiotics aren’t working
My usual home remedies aren’t working
Rest isn’t working
Give me something new people!
I want to be able to talk again (I know this husky voice is so sexy in a lifetime smoker kind of way but really?)
And I want to be able to do everything on my list for a day in one day instead of a week
So, any suggestions?
Oct6
Deep Thoughts About A Dying Friendship
Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
5.) I have no idea where the following message originated from, but it’s been floating around Facebook for the past week…who does it make you think about?
If you are looking for my usual sarcastic sense of humor and cute pictures of Ewoks….today is not your day. This week’s writing prompt has brought up something serious, a topic that hurts my heart just to think about, let alone to write about.
I have this friend…I think…I assume…hell I don’t know. She came into my life when I was very alone and when I needed someone. She was there for me and supported me through a year of turmoil and grief and depression. Then I gave back, because I was grateful for her friendship.
The problem is I have giving back and getting little ever since then. I try and try and try but she always has something better to do, some place more exciting to be.
I have texted to check on her when her FB clearly shows she is in turmoil and never received a response.
I have called, usually getting voicemail and no return call.
I have invited her to every function I have and there is always an excuse as to why she cannot attend. She even skipped my birthday reducing me to tears when she didn’t bother showing up. Several times she has left a function she actually showed up to claiming illness, only to post pictures with other friends out at a club later the same evening. (Darn that FB and it catching people in lies….)
And if I respond to anything on her FB it seems she answers every other commenter but skips addressing me, even of I ask a direct question.
It’s infuriating….maddening and very very hurtful.
Several times I have tried to cut ties in an effort to save myself the heartache of being rejected by her. I give in every time she needs me and I’m not sure when enough is enough.
She herself posts stuff like the picture above and statuses about fake friends constantly and I feel like this is my hint as a writing prompt.
Maybe I need to let it go….maybe I should grieve this friendship where I obviously care way more for her than she does for me. Maybe by doing this I will have the strength to ignore her the next time she needs me. I really don’t think I can do it anymore.
Every invitation she declines, text message she ignores, phone call she doesn’t make breaks my heart.
This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop.
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Sep27
10 Things You Shouldn’t Say to a Sick Mom with Sick Kids
Ten Things Tuesday
1. ‘Wow, your house is a mess! So unlike you!’ – this makes me stabby, and you all know my particular brand of crazy, sooo……
2. Have you tried x-y-z to make yourself better? – I’m 30 years old, I know what does and does not work for me…so I doubt I will purchase the $13 pack of zinc lozenges that cured your cold in 72 minutes, quit hassling me about it.
3. Have you given your kids cough meds/tylenol/expectorant to make them better? – I have 3 of those little monsters, one of which I have had for eight whole years! Amazingly enough, I have given them the proper meds for their illness, they do have a cool mist humidifier in their room and I do know what I am doing. Getting stabby again already! LOL
4. Do you think you guys will be well again to go to ‘The huge spectacular event of mine’ in two days? – No, I don’t. Even if we were, I don’t feel like jumping immediately back into social obligations with still weak immune systems thanks.
5. Must be nice to work from home and be with your kids when they are sick. – No it’s not, they are mean little monsters when they are sick. And I can’t escape the germs, that is why I am so sick too!
6. Don’t you love it when they are all sweet and cuddly when they are sick? – Did I mention my kids get mean? Getting cuddled with is nice but I prefer sleepy not sick cuddles, I tend to dislike get sneezed-hacked-thrown up on. Plus I am sick myself and I am a do-not-invade-my-germ-infested-bubble sick person.
7. At least your hubby works from home and can help out. – Ha! That is all I have to say about that, he sleeps a lot when we are sick, my kids get their sick unpleasantness from me.
8. I know how you feel! (especially when you don’t have kids yourself) – You know nothing.
9. You look like crap! – Thank you for that. After an entire week of holding sick children through the night when I should be sleeping to get myself to get better does make me less than rock-star-ish, I’m glad for the reminder. Now where’s my knife so I can cut you?
10. Did you know your kid’s nose is all snotty? – Yes, yes I do…and I have given up the fight with it. After seven days of chasing a toddler around with a snotty nose and wiping every five minutes I surrender. The snot wins!
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Sep26
Still alive?
Yes I am.
Just a lot of sickness.
A lot of catch-up.
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Sep16
A Stinking Ball of Crap
You know when you are all, ‘Help me! I’m drowning in a sea of work!”
And someone is all, “Give me your hand and I will help you out cause I am awesome.”
Then you feel better and stuff, because you can breathe….oh and make your deadline.
Except they send you a stinking ball of crap that is not what you asked for at all….
Thanks….just thanks…..
Oh and I googled ‘breathe’ looking for a lovely artistic pic to make my point hit home and I found this….
WTF Novartis? Creepy!
Aug30
Top 10 reasons being a poker wife sucks
1. The prime times for play always fall during odd times of the day or night for your family.
2. Good poker nights mean Daddy sleeps all day.
3. When you hear a yell, it is usually a bad thing…..a bad thing that concerns your spending money.
4. When you hear a yell, it is usually 3 am. Sometimes followed by a cry, from one of your kids who was scared awake. Aah!
5. When you hear a yell and respond to keep children from waking, it is usually returned with the snarky grumpiness of a man who just lost $50+.
6. Did I mention that yell means that Momma doesn’t get a new pair of shoes?
7. You are constantly subjected to conversations that includes short-stacking, EV, gut shot, the nuts and fish.
8. After awhile you know what fish, whales and donkeys are. Not the cute animals you think of.
9. Eventually you become a translator for normal human beings having a conversation with your poker obsessed spouse. ‘I ran my AA into KK twice and hit a gutter on the river with QQ vs. KK in a 3 bet pot.’ means ‘I had two Aces and another guy had two Kings in two different hands. And had a inside straight draw on the fifth (or last) card dealt with two Queens against another player with two Kings with a pot that has had 3 betting rounds in it.’ His way is much shorter but it causes peoples’ eyes to glaze over.
10. What does your husband do? Oh…..um, he is an online gambler. <weird look from the other person> This is usually followed by a totally personal invasion where any and everyone would like to know the legality of the job, what he makes and how do they get into that? (usually said sarcastically as if it were a get-rich-quick scheme)
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Aug25
Top ten reasons why I am glad that I am done with school
1. Having to get up at 7am.
2. Having to be somewhere around 8am.
(early morning theme, you ask? Why yes mornings are awful!)
3. A teacher telling you where to go, when to go there and what you have to do while you are there.
(Okay, if my teacher looked like that guy I might not have cared as much, but they didn’t and judging from last year’s yearbook, they still don’t.)
4. Mostly icky hot lunch food. Hello green…..peas….mush…..is this someone else’s vomit? Gross.
5. No naps. When will this country embrace a siesta for all grades?
(I think I will quit this exercise and go nap right now. Why because I’m freelance and my kids are in school, so ;p)
6. (I’m bacccckkk!) Needing hall passes. That was awful.
‘Hey I hafta pee, like now!’
‘Sure wait while I fill out this three page form so you can walk next door to the bathroom without being stopped.’
7. Homework…I mean really what other establishment can take up 7 hours of your day and then elbow it’s way into play time?
Oh wait….I know! A job….stupid society grooming us for all work and no play…grumble, grumble.
8. Mean girls and cliques….they are still here in the real world but I can avoid their pompous asses more easily and without scars on my self-esteem.
9. PDA (Public Displays of Affection, not your Smartphone…you jackwad!)
Because it is so much better in your own home where you can run and get jiggy with it. No worrying about getting caught by teachers or anyone telling your mom!
(Wait, dammit, I forgot I had kids….maybe we should scratch this one….)
10. Term papers…oh the bane of my existence as a student. At least they taught me how to do what I do now and do it well.
This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop.
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Aug23
Milk Bombs are Better Than Poop Bombs
Right?
And no….I am not talking about the urban definition of milk bombs. Not nice, big jubblies…..I am talking about my toddler threw a cup of milk at me and it exploded like a bomb.
I was not forward enough thinking to get a picture because…well….let me explain.
It was yesterday morning, a nice big fat crap-tastic Monday. The kids were grumpy this being the first full week of school and they hadn’t had to get up this early coming off a Sunday of fun in quite awhile. We ran out of toilet paper so the house was in a high alert code red crisis. It just wasn’t good and Daddy was AWOL (I would have been too if I had heard the ruckus going on, so I don’t blame him!)
We walked to school as usual and after I dropped the girls off, Bubby and I headed home, quickly. The sky was clouding up and I did not feel like walking even 4 blocks in pouring rain. Two blocks away from home, my son chucks his milk cup backwards, smacking me square in the chest. It did not explode but I stopped shocked. Then it exploded at my feet and it was everywhere. Spectacular!
I walked home with him laughing his little tush off and me covered from the waist down in soggy milk sweats. I walked in and as my hubby laughed, I decided that at least it was better than the poop bombs that I pass off on him!
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Aug14
Glad to be of service…..not!
I WISH! I WISH!
….because instead of working on the work I should be doing that has been putting food on our table….
….all I have been doing is housework and playing with the kids and taking care of everything else!
So I wish for no housework, no cooking, no cleaning…but I don’t really want to be a man.
And just please, please let me get my work work done! : )
