I actually don't have that many life goals. I used to, but I either 1) achieved them already, or 2) gave up on them. The big one I gave up on was graduate school and becoming a college professor. At one time, it was my only goal; now it's something I have absolutely zero interest… Continue reading Life Goals Achieved This Week
I woke up this morning in a bad mood. That's actually a slight understatement, actually. I was so angry in the general sense that I continually thought to myself: "geez, Heather...you're being pretty bitchy this morning." And to be honest, it was entirely my fault. I opted to sleep in bed last night, instead of… Continue reading By Now, I Should Know Better Than To Leave The House When I’m Crabby
For the longest time, I had no idea in what context, exactly, I could say that I can't even. Or, more precisely, in what context I could can't even. Since, you know: to can't even is to do something. It's like a verb now. Just like because is a preposition to lead off a fragment;… Continue reading I Think I Finally Learned To Can’t Even
I was at Barnes and Noble yesterday. I know what you're all thinking - but wait, we thought you hated going anywhere during the holidays! Well, I do. But I had to go to Barnes and Noble to get what was apparently the last, mangled copy of the map of the world in all of… Continue reading The Next Stage
Every once in a while, we have to take a step back and ask ourselves: am I spinning my wheels? Am I running on empty? Is something burning me out? Two things happened last night - besides that whole food thing I wrote about earlier today - that contributed to me sitting on my ass… Continue reading For sitting on my ass about 10 hours, I sure got a lot done today
I'm a Stay At Home Mom, but that doesn't mean I've been sitting on my ass, eating bon bons and shit since my high school graduation. In fact, it is arguable that in the few years I did work, I worked harder than a lot of people do in their entire careers. I mean there… Continue reading So I Now Realize How Annoying I Was When I Worked…
I don't even know why the fuck I called it a "long weekend." It certainly was disastrous, but the concepts of weekend, or long weekend, are relatively foreign to me. My husband doesn't get most federal holidays off. I mean, even when he does he's usually answering text messages or emails or whatever about work… Continue reading I Hope You All Laugh Heartily About My Disastrous Long Weekend
