On the left side of the sanity bell curve
I am so utterly pissed right now. Pissed and hurt. To make a long story not as long, my dad sucked as a father. He missed “his weekends”, probably molested me and he stalked my mom. I’ve gotten (or am getting) passed all of that as best I can. Several years ago, Dad remarried. His… Continue reading Stupid Dad
I’m a work-at-home mom. Everyday, Tucker goes to work and Cara and I stay at our apartment while he’s gone. Granted, we’re not shut-ins or anything…but we are home for most of the day. For the most part, we live in a decent part of town and crime isn’t a big issue. So, I’ve never… Continue reading My Guard Dogs
Is it me or does the Sharpie accent really bring out Cara’s eyes?
I got “homework” from my shrink [Hi, Dr. Fox!] yesterday. Can you believe that? Homework! Not to make a long story too long, but my task is to compose a list of thing that are true for me. A list of things that are constant no matter what anyone says. Let me explain. You see,… Continue reading I Got Homework
Cara’s one year birthday is coming up. I don’t remember giving her permission to turn one. But, when has she ever listened to me? With the anniversary of her birth looming over my head, I’ve started thinking about birthday parties. Am I the only one who doesn’t see the point of having a “themed” party… Continue reading Birthday Party Thoughts
The stereotypical image that most people have of gamers is either a plump and pasty teenage boy surrounded by empty Mountain Dew cans or the image of a plump and pasty middle aged guy who lives with his mom. [I’m not talking about you of course] Slowly, but surely, this stereotype is being turned on… Continue reading Your Mom’s a Gamer
Cara has gotten in her first molar. Bottom left. It’s through the gum and nice and sharp. Tucker was the one who noticed the thing…I thought Cara was just being a pain in my ass for the general fun of it. Last night was horrible. Cara was down by 8pm. We didn’t hear a peep… Continue reading Stupid Molar
I was at Starbuck’s yesterday getting my Pumpkin Spice Latte with no whip and no sprinkles. [OH SO TASTY!] For some reason I had cash and paid the chick with a ten. She handed me back the change in all ones. Not a big deal. Having a wad of ones makes me feel like I… Continue reading Freudian Slip
This little gem came from Cara’s Johny Jump Up. I’ll make sure that I have her read this before she lights her cigarette and jumps around her bonfire. This one came from my Spray and Wash. I know that the warning is there because someone actually sprayed the stuff on someone who was still wearing… Continue reading A Few Moronic Warning Labels
If I wasn’t well acquainted with my angel’s [cough] father, I could probably be convinced that he was a goat. Case in point: Not only does she insist on climbing on everything, she also eats everything. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m glad that I don’t have a picky eater. She’ll eat anything I put… Continue reading The Goat
The prospect of finding him dead did not appeal to her. She had seen death before. She had watched her uncle take is last breath. She had checked his wrist and then his carotid for a pulse. But, that didn’t meant that she was prepared to do the same with her grandfather…the man who had… Continue reading Anticipation
I have had this post [or one like it] in my head for quite a while and I just can’t hold it back any longer. In the past couple of months, I’ve read several posts/articles about what the content of a blog should be, how you should handle comments and how often you should post.… Continue reading I Am Random
