By "lost" I mean that I gave them the boot. They were all family. My husband's family, to be specific. I have an anxiety disorder. It's mostly hormonal at this point, but the more I deal with it the more I realize it's also situational. Situational in the sense that I feel a huge conflict… Continue reading I Lost 31 Facebook Friends Today Because I Posted About My Anxiety Disorder
I ask myself often: do I live in the ghetto? No, not really. I live in the suburbs. But as time has gone on, and we've moved from one nice area that turned out to be not-so-nice, to another, I've come to realize something: the suburbs may be synonymous with the ghetto. We moved on… Continue reading Am I Destined To Live In the Ghetto?
I had forgotten how many assholes live in my community. For the last year or so, we have been really swamped. I mean really. Between my father having hip replacement, and us staying with him during rehabilitation; the decision to move closer to him for seven months while we got his home ready to sell;… Continue reading Confrontation At My Local Disney Outlet
You guys remember last week I was whining and bitching about how hardly anyone ate my appetizers, which I stated on more than one occasion I would be making and bringing to put in my homemade football stadium appetizer tray that all the kiddies (and my husband) had requested? And after Christmas I was heartbroken… Continue reading Dear Friends and Family, I Apologize For My Crap Cooking
Many people over the years have called me a bitch. I think that's one of the reasons why I just went ahead and owned it, accepted it, and developed my blog moniker accordingly. Better to be the one calling myself a bitch, rather than let them have the upper hand with my feelings. Right? Well,… Continue reading What Did You Just Call Me? – A Book Trailer
We went to Target today. I had to get some of those Clorox bleach wipe things, some of those toilet flusher things, and deodorant. Don't want my pits to smell bad. So we went to the "fancy" Target. It isn't really fancy, actually. It's in the ghetto-est town in our county, probably the ghetto-est town… Continue reading Is it just me, or are people taking themselves too seriously these days?
I've never called 911 before. Fortunately, I have never had to. When my dad had his prostate removed I came the closest to it after he was experiencing an extremely high level of pain and we thought he might have a medical emergency post-op, but we ended up getting him to the hospital in due… Continue reading So then the lady on crack chased after me and I had to call 911…