I've been blogging for almost five years. When I first started blogging I spent all day reading other blogs, clicking on little yellow boxes and even writing a post here and there. I met a great group of people and really enjoyed reading what they had to say. Commenting was the best part of blogging in the early days because it was a way to
I do. I have child induced Attention Deficit Disorder which means I can't focus on one task for more than a few minutes at a time. I'm not ashamed to admit I have this disorder, most mothers do. Scratch that, all mothers have child induced ADD. It starts during gestation, though we don't notice the degree of the disorder until after birth. In the beginning,
This is a two part series on perimenopause and antidepressants, specifically Zoloft. If you missed the first one you can catch up by reading Perimenopause and Zoloft. For those of you who didn't bother to read the first part, here is a short recap. For months I have been experiencing mood swings. I'm 45 years old so I figured I was probably going through some
Okay guys, you can skip this one, we'll be talking about woman things so go crack a beer and watch a game somewhere. Are they gone? Okay. For the past several months I have been experiencing bouts of moodiness. Extreme moodiness which usually include crying jags on the couch, self hatred followed by watching chick flicks with Ben and Jerry. If I wasn't crying I
I've missed you internet. First it was the trojan* that incapacitated my PC and laptop and then this! I was almost back online when this monster of a storm hit late Friday night. I wasn't the least bit prepared for it and ran to the store, like everyone else in my neighborhood, at 8pm. The shelves were empty but I made do by grabbing some
Image via Wikipedia That's right, I said it. We're all thinking it in the back of our minds so why not say it? Thanksgiving was pretty much swallowed whole by Christmas. Even before we carved that turkey I got 687 emails about great deals on gifts for Cyber Monday and Black Friday. Not one of them was enough of a deal to make me sell
Image via Wikipedia I am one of those parents who say Because I said so, I say it a lot. I say it more than I thought I ever would which is a lot because when I was young I promised myself that I would never be one of those mothers who said it. Of course I was stupid and childless at the time. I
See this? It's my kitchen sink, a single kitchen sink. Pretty innocuous right? It's not. It should look like this. But it doesn't. It looks like this, not even three minutes after I said these words: "Unless it needs to soak, it doesn't belong in the sink." I used a lot more words before those words were spoken, such as I'm tired
Not because I want to be pregnant again. Not because I want swollen ankles or no waist again. Not because I want bloody nipples or leaking boobs again. Not because I miss flipping one out every two hours or using that damn pump again. Not because I miss the pitter patter of little feet. Not because I never want to sleep through the night again
My water heater just died as well. At least the plumber is on the way.
