This post is going to live up to the blog title - you've been warned. I just used 439 words to say "fuck you", but in a nice way. I posted that little status update last night. I vague booked, though I am sure everyone knew I was talking about my ex husband. Many people praised me for being pedantic and asked what I said.
Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all. Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop Who the hell puts their baby, along with the cradle, in a fucking tree? They don't. It's a metaphor. For mother (or father, primary caregiver - just so I don't offend anyone reading this who isn't
Last night at the Tribal Blogs Slumber Party we got to talking about bad hair or drunk hairdressers or maybe it was just bad marriages. I'm not really sure because the conversation was going so quickly. Anyway, I mentioned that I looked like Lucille Ball at my first wedding and of course everyone wanted to see a picture. So I posted this Because the conversation
Image via Wikipedia A couple of weeks ago I left a comment on Babs' post about winning at bingo. I hadn't won at bingo because I don't play bingo but I had won a small fortune on the slot machines and left a brief synopsis of the story on Babs' blog. I hadn't though about that day in a long time. Partly because
Today would have been my daughter's 18th birthday. Not the little one who keeps me on my toes, but my first born daughter, Abby Annette. I was going to write a post like this last year, but my son totaled my car four hours after getting his drivers license and I ended up posting about that. You can read it here if you want. Abby
Some of you may have noticed that I rarely have pictures on my blog. I take pictures and I even upload them to my computer however I have yet to organize them and label them with names and dates (I know, big surprise). After two years of writing about them I thought it might be nice if you had some faces to put to the
Today I stopped at Walgreen's to pick up a prescription. I have a thyroid disorder, I take a synthetic hormone replacement. I was diagnosed with Hashimoto's disease when I was 18 or 19. The dose has rarely changed except after the birth of each of my children. I take one pill each morning and never think about it again. When I stopped at Walgreen's to
