Heather Christena Schmidt

Mom, first * Writer, second * Misanthrope, always

Ugh. I am so sick and tired of people and their popular shit to be upset about on the Internet. Like really. As many of you know, Halloween was just a couple of days ago. I, personally, had a great Halloween. As in, I didn’t do shit. My kids dressed up in their annual themed …

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So I bought a Groupon last week for a local photographer. Let me start by saying that finding a photographer worth the money around here is tough. The good ones are all working in Los Angeles, taking headshots of Justin Bieber. Out here in the ‘burbs, we have a conglomerate of people either licensed and …

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  I have known so many people with that philosophy. They don’t have very good lives in the end – they foreclose on their homes, lose their cars, die of heart attacks at 40… but in the moment that they live it, where they swim in debt while pretending everything is fine, they really are …

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Unfortunately – and I say that not really meaning what I’m saying – I might lose some followers after this post. It’s not really unfortunate. It’s good. It’s fucking great. Bye Felicia.   A little known fact about this here blog lady is that she (I’m talking about myself) used to work in politics. First …

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Opinions are like assholes. Everybody’s got one. I’ve said many versions of that over the course of the years writing on this blog. And in life, in general. It’s probably one of the only cliches I can really get on board with. I’m just not a big fan of them – at least as far …

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There. Someone had to say it. I’ve written about family issues – generally speaking – on this blog before, and I am sure I’ll write about them again. But when I go through the history of my posts on this issue (the family issue), I can see a change in me as I’ve aged. As …

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Today was errand day. It’s one day a week: Monday. We pack all the errands into that day so that we can avoid leaving┬áthe house the rest of the week. By the end of even a moderate Monday errand day I’m exhausted, crabby, and unwilling to tolerate anything. And that’s like two stops. Today’s Monday …

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