I fired my shrink today. How’s that for an opening line? I knew from the first time I met him [actually before I met him] that he most likely wasn’t going to be a good “fit” for me; he was almost 30 minutes late for our initial appointment. Not exactly a wonderful first impression. I think I’ve… Continue reading Customer Service and I Fired My Shrink
Tag: pissed
Santa’s a Sham and Tucker Does Everything Better
I bitch at Tucker a lot. I realize this, he realizes this but doesn’t complain about it too often. He’s not henpecked or anything…mostly he just listens and files it away for future bitch sessions at me. My all-time favorite thing to bitch at Tucker about it how he’s better at everything than me. Correction.… Continue reading Santa’s a Sham and Tucker Does Everything Better
Let Me Tell You About My Night
About a month ago, my friend Alana [HI, Alana! ] decided that I was going to see New Moon with her. On opening night. Alana really isn’t one of those people you argue with and so I went online, bought my ticket and spent the next month stressing about how Tucker would handle the fact… Continue reading Let Me Tell You About My Night
The Mirror and Time
Mirrors are scary things. If you drank a bit too much the night before, you definitely don’t want to see the scary ass reflection that will be staring back at you the next day. Then, there’s that whole Bloody Mary thing and do I even need to describe that game to anyone? Who didn’t play… Continue reading The Mirror and Time
The Dentist Who Ruined It All for Me
Several years ago, my wisdom teeth were giving me all kinds of grief. Since I was a young college student who made about 7k a year, I didn’t have the cash to get those damn teeth cut out of my head. My mom gave me a trip to the dentist as a birthday present and… Continue reading The Dentist Who Ruined It All for Me
Ollie’s First Birthday Party and the Cake
This weekend was Oliver’s first birthday party. I didn’t say “Oliver’s first birthday” since he doesn’t turn one until the 12 but Tucker will be at Navy Drill this coming weekend and Tucker wasn’t going to miss his son’s party. It was the way that a first birthday party should be. We had cake and… Continue reading Ollie’s First Birthday Party and the Cake
Next Time I’ll Say Something
I have been young and stupid and have worked many, many different jobs. Some of those jobs I cared about but most I did not. Most of those jobs were more about socializing than rendering a service and my customers were like gnats that annoyed me. So, I get it when I go to Target… Continue reading Next Time I’ll Say Something
I Miss My Cat
I know. I know! Some of you are tired of hearing about my cat. I know! He’s just a cat but dammit! He’s MY cat. I’m the one who saved him from a hurricane when we first moved to Florida when Tucker joined the Navy. Oscar was originally supposed to be named Zero [after the… Continue reading I Miss My Cat
Hormones and the New “Mommy War”
When I was pregnant with Cara, I cried…a lot. Then, I got pregnant with Oliver and I was probably the angriest that I’ve ever been in my entire life. Anything and everything would set me off and though I knew that most things weren’t as big of a deal as my emotions were making them… Continue reading Hormones and the New “Mommy War”
The Christmas Spirit in Me
There’s nothing like Walmart right before Christmas to put me in a thoroughly crappy mood. We had a couple of presents left to buy and we were out of milk. Since we had to go to Walmart for the presents, we braved the horrid place [against my better judgement]. If you’re not from the South… Continue reading The Christmas Spirit in Me
Hairdryer Parenting
When Cara was about a month old, she started crying a lot. That’s saying something since she cried pretty much all of the time anyway. From 5pm till around 1am, Cara would scream and cry and fuss and not even a boob in her mouth would calm her down. We had The Happiest Baby on… Continue reading Hairdryer Parenting
Wet and Sleepy
Aw the joys of motherhood. There’s nothing like being woken up three times by something wet and slightly cool on your back. Oliver’s dessicated umbilical stump still hasn’t fallen off and I have to fold his size 1 diapers down so that they don’t cover up the nasty, black thing. I’ve tried cutting a cute… Continue reading Wet and Sleepy