Things that Make Me Cranky

I had that wrung out look about me yesterday. I just couldn't seem to get or hold my shit together for the life of me. Sure, I made it out the door and did the good mom thing by taking TD to a new and exciting playground but once we were there I got a case of the crankies. Or just maintained them it can be hard to tell with my roller coaster hormones these days.Things that Make Me Cranky-1. Heavy playground talk. Yes, I love politics and discussing them. Sometimes my head explodes listening to various opinions too. I draw the line though at discussing weighty world issues while pushing my kid on the swings. I don't want to think about the Taliban, child-rape cases, incest, warring countries, the suck-ass economic predicament our country is in or abortion. That's way too heavy dude and I'm … [Read more...]

Ah, Reality!

While Atlanta and all it's pampering was fantastic and Graco could not have treated us better, it is good to be back home. OK, so maybe the immediate dose of reality as soon as I landed in D.C. was not actually what I was looking for but still... Did I really need to be reminded of H's job search and unemployment frustrations as soon as I got to baggage claim? I'm already well aware of them. It is all I think about. Note to self: Do not call home immediately. Take the route that H does when traveling and just show up at the front door. Much more relaxing. And for a little escape in the meantime, check out the new server mpo for mpo888 on www.pennandquill.com, a fun way to de-stress and unwind. Also, when I plunked my bags down at the front door and Lex, the dog, shot out outside like … [Read more...]

It’s Book Tuesday!

Casey did not notice the group of boys congregated at the end of the hallway by a section of lockers. Her 5-foot tall frame was scrunched up into a corner of the hallway as tight as she could make it. Casey’s clear green eyes were downcast as she chipped the light peach nail polish off her fingernails. If she had noticed, she would have seen the tall, athletic looking boy with dark hair sneaking glances at her scrawny frame. He was nonchalantly studying her. She looked sort of like a drowned rat, he thought to himself as his friends continued to talk about the new kids on their track team. They were going to be late for practice, he was thinking. There was nothing special about her, he thought with her glasses and braces and limp, mousy dark blond hair. He had never seen her … [Read more...]

Pet Peeve #52- Call Waiting

Call Waiting. It could probably rank higher than 52 but I'm not going to quibble which should be higher call waiting or cell phones that don't accept calls only texts. Grrr.... A few weeks ago I was on the phone with a friend when she interrupted me mid-sentence to proclaim than another friend was on the other line. No, we weren't going to have a three-way convo here. Simply that, Hey! You are less important than this here chicky, so bye now! Without a word in I was disconnected. Eewww.I mentioned it to H later that day because I found it so blatantly tacky and thoughtless. He too agreed and we laughed it off at how technology has made us all the more personal (like this here blog) and yet enables us to lack manners in an ever increasing way.Call waiting makes my blood pressure shoot up … [Read more...]

Stupid Gray Sweater

Sometimes I dream about an old gray sweater. It reeks of death and when I wake up from a long night tangled in my sheets unable to get away from this sweater I am angry. I want to never think of it again. It's like a piece of rotted flesh that I wish I could cut out of me. But I cannot. If only it were that easy.It seems that recently this old gray sweater is hanging out a lot in the depths of my subconscious. Like an old splinter it is rising to the surface. It begs for attention and I hate to give in. I want it gone. Yet I am unsure and scared on how to do so. I am out of my depth here and floundering.After one of these sweater nights I am haunted for days. I am prone to staring into space or tearing up for no reason. I cannot sleep. I am haunted and hunted by this sweater. I will find … [Read more...]

Yeah I’m this bored…

So while reading comments and doing some admin on the blog I got sidetracked and found this forgotten .. gem? Can I even call it that? All I know is that it made me laugh at some of the well randomness I can come up with.Enjoy-Vintage Mummy.I have too much time on my hands some days. … [Read more...]

Giveaway!

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So what are WE doing?

Yesterday's post about the myth vs. the reality brought up some interesting questions from myself and from some readers. American women have it better than we think, but our work is far from over. The system is old, it's not working, and we need to tweak it and in some cases give it a massive overhaul.So what is an already busy working and not working woman/mother to do? Well, I don't have all the answers but I do feel pretty strongly about the fact that years ago our mothers really broke through the proverbial glass ceiling and are the ones who started things like flex time, shared work schedules, daycare centers in the office and such. I look at that and I think, "well, what have I done?" I've just taken as much as I could from the whole thing and haven't offered anything new. That my … [Read more...]

Creepy Man Freaks Local Mom While Shopping

News at 11.Well, not really. Here it is though. While trying to avoid/not get sucked into the 13th Ring of Hell that is my local Safeway, I decided to make a trip to a different grocery yesterday. It's where I do all my "big" shopping since Safeway seems to think its quite alright to take half the GNP from my wallet each time I visit. Seriously I sometimes think I'm funding some small nation with the amount of money I spend there.While perusing the goods, and incredibly rotten strawberries I might add, this older gentleman approached my cart. "Helloooo", he muttered a bit lasciviously. Ick. I breezed past not making eye contact and barely said a small 'hi' back. He turned around as I whizzed by and said, "I said HELLO!" Ok. Thanks. Creepy. I say Creepy because it wasn't just a friendly … [Read more...]