tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77674652012-02-16T13:27:01.428-08:00A Baby on the hip and a chip on the shoulder.Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-42894267837270211482011-09-12T22:21:00.000-07:002011-09-12T22:42:27.248-07:00

The last few weeks have been quite trying in the hoodlum house. The days following my birthday have been such a mindfuckingly spectacular explosion, I honestly don't know where to begin. There's a lot I am going to leave out of this entry, because it's at this point something my therapist and I will have to be addressing in the next few weeks. Sorry for those looking for love life carnage, I

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-21619567310833894742011-08-13T12:13:00.000-07:002011-08-13T13:21:50.982-07:00

OK, it occurs to me that guys just don't really get the concept of dating a single mother. I figured maybe I'd lay out a few explanations for those of you who wish to attempt this journey. There's a few types of single moms out there, so you might want to figure out which kind you have in front of you. She'll either be like me, completely devoted to her child and trying to be a good parent, or

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-47431197527408535832011-07-10T20:15:00.000-07:002011-08-10T20:39:34.644-07:00

I think I've reached yet another one of those points in time where I need to "reset". I've been feeling over the last month a building...angst, I suppose. I haven't felt myself, much more tightly wound, irritable, defensive. I've just been off. I feel like I am needing to get back in touch with myself, tho. I think it's actually because of this latest round of "sharona's attempt at dating".

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-22934936642466253892011-06-02T20:24:00.000-07:002011-06-21T20:29:30.362-07:00

Lord knows I make an odd example of femininity. Cheryl always said I was quite girly, tho, but I think because I happen to know my way around the kitchen. Culinary skill does not a "woman" make, tho, in my opinion. Not that I've ever been super clear on what does make a woman...I just know I don't do well at a lot of womanly pursuits (fashion, makeup, social graces, seduction, etc), especially

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-55346853660796137682011-01-31T10:10:00.000-08:002011-01-31T19:48:57.734-08:00

I have never liked the idea of creating New Year's Resolutions, I never seem to get them done, and I always feel guilty come December at how little I've accomplished. I'd prefer to let my life changes just happen as they need to. But! I decided it would be fun to create a list of things I would like to do this year, an attempt to keep myself active and seeking adventure. I had a lot of fun last

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-13160380453724291022011-01-28T22:44:00.000-08:002011-01-28T23:51:27.973-08:00

Well, after a lot of deliberation, I booked the "appointment o' doom" at Planned Parenthood. It was time for the whole you-know-what testing, but more specifically, to get pap'd. I hate them. I feel that clutch of worry in my throat every time, more so without insurance. I think once you test "abnormal", you'll always get that fear. And with it comes the bigger fear, what would I do? I can't

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-28830333092168041952011-01-08T14:12:00.000-08:002011-01-08T16:36:56.569-08:00

Well, this year definitely started out with a bump in the road, but not in the cataclysmal fashion as the last. I hate to downgrade the ending of my relationship with Jesse as merely a bump in the road, but in the grand scheme of things, yea, merely a bump, and a very swiftly learned set of lessons to put in place for this year.1) Long Distance relationships are not an option for me. 2)

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-67793782843358293492010-12-11T13:45:00.001-08:002010-12-11T13:53:03.197-08:00

I'm copying and pasting this email from the ARC of Washington, because I don't think many people are aware of what's going on in Olympia. There are some DEVASTATING cutbacks being put into place, and many affect those of us with disabled children. In addition to what you will read below, also know that her cuts extend to removing special needs help in schools. Many children will be removed

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-75904986451151966222010-12-01T19:25:00.000-08:002010-12-01T21:27:14.976-08:00

I have a wide collection of friends and acquaintances, from all walks of life. Gay, straight, bi, and transgender, political leanings on both sides (Ok, so I only have two republican friends, but I still love them both, despite their shortcoming), the entire rainbow of ethnicities, and of course, every religious faith. Variety is the spice of life, and I consider this so much more true when

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-67287249538530741712010-08-03T10:44:00.000-07:002010-08-03T11:32:00.627-07:00

I have one of the coolest jobs in existence: I work in client intake at a vet hospital. Seriously, my life at work is puppies and kitties ALL DAY. I say "hospital", because it's not a standard day clinic. We don't spay and neuter, we don't do shots, we don't give Fluffy his annual check up. We're pretty big, there's an opthomology dept, surgical, internal med, neurology, cardiology, and

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-29929559248853065972010-08-01T20:35:00.000-07:002010-08-01T20:50:48.098-07:00

It's a new day, and I'm feelin' fine! That song pretty much sums up the scope of my life right now. I suppose I am considering myself still in the "dawn" of this new world I am living in. I've been in the new apartment for about a month now, and have the last bits of furniture put away. I've settled into the new job, and completely love it. And since Jesse got over his 24 hours of insanity

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-503014953228440212010-06-24T19:11:00.000-07:002010-06-24T22:42:20.081-07:00

I'd love to be sitting here babbling endlessly about the great time I had at bootycon! I really did, they are such a loving, amazing community of people. My heart came back filled with joy. I sat there, looking around my boxed up apartment, just kind of loving life.I've got the move in a day, now, with my super new awesome apartment and super cool dad living next door!My new job starts next

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-87133333968534570652010-06-01T22:35:00.000-07:002010-06-01T22:44:33.811-07:00

A lot of people were apparently really surprised to hear that I'd be moving from Park Edmonds. Yea, I know I've lived here for over four years. Yea, I know the location is damn convenient. Yea, I know it's an awfully big 2-bedroom in a locked building. Ooooooh, let's go over the reasons this needs to happen!!1) Cost! The rent is $840, which is about $50 over market value for an average "nice" 2

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-73588832965095270992010-05-21T22:07:00.000-07:002010-05-25T23:44:55.280-07:00

This is a really long entry, sorry!!!Aaaah, watching your child grow a wee bit older, this is the hardest part of parenting. Anthony turned a whopping seven years old this last week, and I watched him lose a bit of that innocence of his youth. As a parent, you know it's coming, but it's still hard to see. Especially the way this one came. I can't say that I am thankful for my child having a

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-49815903719896670182010-05-06T19:29:00.000-07:002010-05-06T20:23:38.897-07:00

So, as previously mentioned, I decided to quit smoking. Huh, kinda scary that I've been doing it for 15 years! There were two large factors in coming to this conclusion (this time).1) They just hiked up the price again, so now they are $8 a pack. I smoke a little more than a pack a day, so we're looking at a bit over $300 a month. Spent on slowly killing myself. As I thought about the larger

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-17962413641583611152010-05-05T19:30:00.000-07:002010-05-05T19:30:49.026-07:00

So, today Dad and I continued on our mission of apartment shopping. A while back, when I determined I was going to return to school (come hell or high water!), and of course, got my life obliterated by my exboyfriend...we had concocted a grand scheme. This scheme, by the way, is further proof of the amazing selflessness of the wonderful man who raised me. He has decided that he will move up to

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-65323539910142485282010-05-04T08:39:00.000-07:002010-05-05T19:30:23.270-07:00

Funny how the universe decided to be rather Impetuous as of late. I've spent the last few months in full blown "overhaul life" mode, and have discovered I have an amazing capacity to...well, do stuff. I mean, wow, the checklist of crap I can accomplish all on my own is...well, see here:Get ex-husband off my back in court - check!Get Anthony's diagnosis resolved - check!Rewrite IEP, get correct

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-88969055061113281152010-04-06T12:02:00.000-07:002010-04-06T12:48:40.954-07:00

It's amazing how a rather innocuous statement can shift your whole thinking. A few simple words, meant to be incidental (and actually were made as a compliment) caused quite a powerful stir. Perhaps it was the timing of them, or it was who said them, or how they worked out a huge issue in therapy, or a number of things. But BEWM! Epiphany, Chaos, then instant peace."You have a very Unique

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-78218371951262326022010-03-10T15:00:00.000-08:002010-03-19T08:41:47.053-07:00

I am 30 years old, and I don't feel like that's old, but I'm aware I'm not young, either.I am intelligent, take pride in that intelligence, but don't shove it down people's throats.I've done a lot of jobs in my life, from executive to stripper, and a lot in between, and I regret none of those paths. I am now working on a new one, which I feel is the right one.I love to laugh, often, and at

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-24828004957576626532010-03-08T20:26:00.000-08:002010-03-25T23:02:50.164-07:00

Over the last few months, I really, really wished you had been here. A the beginning of my "nightmare", I just wanted you there to hug me fiercely like you always did. Gnash your teeth at the world with me, help me scream out the rage I felt. You would've been there, holding my hands, telling me to be strong. "Fuck that guy!" you would have yelled. "Fuck him, fuck the other douche, fuck

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-56201448903472424272010-02-23T14:53:00.000-08:002010-02-23T15:23:46.491-08:00

It's incredible how powerful you can feel when you just push yourself to your own limits, both physically and mentally. Every day, I climb on a treadmill and don't stop pounding away until I have sweat pouring off me and my legs feel weak. I put on thumping, face paced and angry music, gritting my teeth as I watch the calories click by. I don't have any quaint notions of trimming back down to

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-37041760974605581012010-02-10T17:36:00.000-08:002010-02-10T18:11:23.308-08:00

I'm feeling rather victorious today. It's one of those mommy days wear at the end I feel like I should be sheathing a sword, wiping off braveheart makeup, and drinking mead by a campfire telling of my many victories in battle.We've certainly not been without our battles as of late. At times I've felt like life just declared a giant goddamn jihad on me and kiddo. But one by one we've stood up

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-15587603845068661372010-02-03T08:35:00.000-08:002010-02-03T15:02:13.434-08:00

Wow, who knew we'd get so much accomplished in a few hours yesterday. Earlier in Jan, I was sort of just desperately throwing darts at a board to get him in for help, calling every doctor on the school psychologist's referral list, and snapping up any appointment offered. You see, I've been wanting to approach his issues on multiple fronts, from psychologists to neuropathologists. I want every

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-45241794880684525002010-01-29T13:55:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:18:19.590-08:00

As I had mentioned earlier, Anthony's behavioral issues had forced us into putting him on a half day at school temporarily while I sought professional help for him. While the legal issues had this search somewhat sidelined, we're back on track and set to start a slew of doctor visits starting next week. I have known how urgent this is, but today I discovered I may have yet another large battle

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-20165210461846169952010-01-25T11:09:00.000-08:002010-01-25T13:51:33.470-08:00

I wish I could have had my eyes open long before. I kept staring so narrowly at the path in front of me, I didn't stop to see what was happening around me. I think I was just spread so thin, I couldn't see the glaring signs in front of me. I was doing everything I could just to hold my head above water, and was so determined not to self-inflict any more turmoil into my existence. I kept

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-20158900519099944622010-01-25T10:22:00.000-08:002010-01-25T13:48:21.082-08:00

In the backgrounds of struggling with Anthony's issues, and the court battle about to unfold, I had another problem. A stupid, inconvenient, costly problem.Anyone who's read this blog for a while, or who just happens to have known me well for the last 10 years, knows I wear a top denture. No teeth up there, just a giant piece of plastic. About 2 years ago, the backs of my bottom teeth also had to

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-82067302258800382532010-01-23T17:38:00.000-08:002010-01-25T10:22:34.924-08:00

It;s hard to say where to begin with all this. In truth, I've now rewritten this blog entry six times. There are others that are locked in private mode on here, and I do believe I shall keep them so. I openly share a lot of my struggles with the world, but the words contained in those bare even more heartbreak than I chose to express openly.I'll have to step back a moment to relay what has

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-54001934229968534772010-01-02T09:14:00.000-08:002010-01-02T19:18:38.085-08:00

Okay, so a few had asked for this "recipe", but hopefully you all understand that I don't exactly do measurements when I cook. Three things are required for this recipe: a food processor, a pasta machine, and time. If you haven't made your own pasta, please practice first! I've lived in two very different climates, and have had to tweak my recipe for the humidity.1 cup semolina1/2 cup AP flour2

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-53694427290995463582009-12-09T10:19:00.001-08:002009-12-09T10:37:37.079-08:00

I recently facebook'd a quick message regarding the continuance of the ECEAP schooling system (link above). Now, I am friends with quite a few hardline conservatives, and I hope that this explanation might help a few of you see why some social programs need to stick around. This particular program is considered part of the "discretionary budget" of our state, and thusly faces being cut due to

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-91273657188886846552009-11-02T17:16:00.000-08:002009-11-02T18:03:09.173-08:00

So, Friday afternoon I had signed up to volunteer setting up the scholastic book fair at kiddo's school. I remember them from when I was younger, and couldn't wait to relive that loveliness; the giant metal rolling racks with new special books I couldn't wait to tear into, the thrill of having my special envelop of book money that my parents bestowed upon me. Back then, my favourite thing was the

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-83022894530893827282009-10-29T08:05:00.000-07:002009-10-29T08:59:08.902-07:00

So, I had kiddo's parent teacher conference last night. Man, those things are short now! Or maybe I just think they are. Since he's in special education, it's not just me and a teacher. It's me, his general ed class teacher, the special ed teacher, 2 para-educators, a speech therapist, and a behavioralist. Crowded room! But we still only get a half an hour to discuss everything, form his

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-29140130402269267752009-10-08T20:39:00.000-07:002009-10-12T13:54:07.266-07:00

I'd never been on the inside of the "short bus", so it was interesting. That is a LOT of seatbelts! As kiddo's companions got on, I had the realization that not all the children who ride these buses would be classified as special needs. Now, kiddo could never be left on his own at a bus stop, nor dropped at one and be expected to make it back on his own. Also, the seatbelts are needed because he

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-42782945730640718702009-10-08T16:35:00.000-07:002009-10-08T20:39:38.613-07:00

So, last week during the curriculum night at kiddo's school, they passed around a volunteer sheet for the school's annual walkathon. Since I'm technically a stay at home mommy right now, I jumped at the chance! I mean, how fun to watch all those little guys walkin' their tails off to support their school?Soooooo...I hopped on the bus down there, attempting to be as timely as possible. I realized

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-58089326677664034732009-10-02T10:37:00.000-07:002009-10-02T11:02:39.443-07:00

So, I went to my son's curriculum night at school last night, where we parents get to hear from the teachers their overall plan for the school year. Note, I hate these types of events, because Edmonds is very yuppified, and my weird little self tends to stick out in the sea of Eddie Bauer clones like a bright red..er, thumb?Everything from science kits to vocabulary studies were discussed. I

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-25220919558528864542009-09-23T08:55:00.000-07:002009-09-23T10:05:23.467-07:00

I know I've posted many a times about my frustrations regarding my ex and my son. Everyone by now knows the story, my son has a developmental disorder, my ex can't handle it, nor does he wish to try. And of course, his selfishness and lack of concern for his son's needs cause undue stress on my part. Then I yell, and we begin the vicious cycle anew.I had a very frustrating conversation today.

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-14075659769306993332009-08-31T19:31:00.000-07:002009-08-31T20:10:08.208-07:00

So, quite a few people have asked me what on earth it is I am planning to go to school for, and each time I answer it starts with taking a very deep breath. It's a long and complex answer, but if you stay in for the whole She-bang, it's worth it. But to tell it even once probably requires a little history.My son was loosely diagnosed with a developmental disorder 3 years ago. Each time I've

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-89000856101188815422009-08-17T20:36:00.000-07:002009-08-17T21:36:11.766-07:00

So, after awkwardly bumbling through my first anti-climactic failure at explaining death, I prayed I would have a several year cushion before having to revisit this subject. Honestly, I think summing up sex will be an easier process.But on Saturday, Dad asked me to come with him to the Vietnam Memorial that was temporarily being shown at the Acacia Memorial Garden. So, I figured I'll try and

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-36562913638719848562009-08-17T19:37:00.001-07:002009-08-17T20:15:07.143-07:00

When I was 8 years old, my Grandmother died of cancer. I knew that she was dying, as I had been flown down in haste to be able to say goodbye, and I did grasp what was going on. Shortly after, there was a funeral, and I cried along with the rest of the family. We visited her grave a few years later, and I understood that Grandma was behind the stone in the Mausoleum, unmoving. This was my

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-80397903178920348212009-08-11T15:53:00.001-07:002009-08-12T10:01:53.160-07:00

Once upon a time my ex and I adopted two stray kitties. We were told they were littermates, and for some reason decided that meant they were boys, so named them after our favourite wrestling team, Buh-buh and Devon Dudley. Buh-buh was a quiet, timid little grey striped tabby. Devon was an outgoing but slightly awkward solid black tom. One night there was some strange noises, and we discovered,

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-30621858810837706402009-03-17T07:37:00.000-07:002009-03-17T19:36:15.907-07:00

I've been oddly contemplative of other's comments about me lately, not in the Taking it to Heart way, but simply an inner dialog post-comment. If I built my actual self-image based on these comments, I'd probably be a pretty warped individual, because how the world sees me is apparently quite different than any reality I determined for myself. "You sure are into some opposing stuff" comment

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-71054722921048344182009-02-26T22:06:00.001-08:002009-02-26T22:23:39.831-08:00

So, I got to spend the entire day in a lawyer's office, but it wasn't as painful as I expected. Granted, I cried in front of a total stranger and feel like a complete loser...but hey, I'm on the path to recovery (so the guy says). He's got me filing chapter 13, reorg, so I am not going full hog and I can keep my assets. Er, well, I would be keeping my assets if I had any. There's nothing

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-91709011453169641602009-02-16T20:57:00.000-08:002009-02-16T21:19:33.036-08:00

Well, I've come to realize that my life really isn't just happy having any resemblance to "normal" so I guess a complete clusterfuck is pretty much becoming my way of life. I was sooo hoping to quit smoking, but well, that just didn't want to happen.Funny, every time I try to quit, my life just goes "Gotcha, Bitch!" and throws a few dozen train wrecks my way for shits and giggles. It's like

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-53020166587194804162008-12-13T22:00:00.001-08:002008-12-13T22:35:53.404-08:00

On Friday I got a call shortly after I walked in the office that a close friend had taken his own life. I behaved with a complete lack of composure, screaming and crying hyserically. I am assuming completely caught my boss off gaurd (the one who delivered the news), as I assume he probably didn't realize how close I was to the person. I left work, weeping teh whole way on the bus, and got home

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-72770969066004653032008-06-20T22:07:00.000-07:002008-06-20T22:11:13.967-07:00

For those of you that are a part of my at least monthly if not daily life, you know I've been suffering for about three weeks at the hands of incompetency provided by my dear friends at UW Medical Center. Snce the saga is now coming to a close, and not a pretty one, allow me to finally shed some light as to what the hell as been going on.Three weeks ago I noticed some discomfort downstairs. Those

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-16816894419902928372008-05-27T13:33:00.000-07:002008-05-27T13:43:55.362-07:00

Daycares I've been calling saying they refuse to take a special needs child because, due to the fact that they adamantly lump all children by age group together, it would be "unfair" to have a child who is not appropriately moving along with his peers.Finding the toilet seat up in the women's bathroon of my office building. yes, I know it's because the cleaning crew just came through and they

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-2351720400831220682008-05-22T08:02:00.000-07:002008-05-22T08:11:42.902-07:00

I should know by now that if life seems like it's calming down and falling into place, it's really just a temporary repreive from chaos.The sitter I hired when I got the DA job quit just two months into it, causing of course the upheaval of attempting to find yet another person to watch kiddo, who is actually even remotely qualified to deal with a child with special needs.So I think to myself,

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-42507817313158506762008-03-11T07:36:00.000-07:002008-03-11T07:41:50.194-07:00

Well, I guess I got to cash in a bit of good karma, because I've been officially working as a DA for one week now and LOVE it. This last weekend was my first real weekend off, and I honestly didn't know what to do with myself! But I can already see the immediate benefits for kiddo, I got to spend the weekend with him stress free, and I've been home earlier on the weekdays, so he actually gets

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-84947753201775271042008-02-20T06:24:00.000-08:002008-02-20T06:45:39.151-08:00

Ok, so yes it's been forever since I updated! Granted, most of you understand the hell that is being a retail worker on the holidays. Christ, this one I barely had enough time to blink, let alone do anything else! I was so bummed that the Wii I got for my birthday was beginning to acquier a thin layer of dust. As a "senior manager" (even though I didnn't actually have the tenure to be called

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-72735985558293126042007-07-25T19:01:00.000-07:002007-07-25T19:15:43.727-07:00

My life is basically this crazy as hell runaway train of back to back "you've got to be Fucking Kidding Me" moments in time that make my head spin constantly. Now, given that I am the type of woman who likes to triple the amount of pressure I am under by creating imaginary things to flip out about, it's amazing that I'm not on serious medication.But...you see...I'm not, because there are these

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-7800369513059875152007-06-25T19:17:00.000-07:002007-06-25T19:34:27.393-07:00

This is apparently my new catch phrase in life, because this is what I end up uttering on an almost hourly basis. The most perfect example of this can be found in my recent trip to a doctor's office which has recently turned into a goodawful nightmare. See, Thursday morning I was having a particularly bad bout of allergies, and by midday my left eye was all icky looking, red, and irritated. I

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-79035008789368057372007-05-29T21:38:00.000-07:002007-05-29T22:08:30.905-07:00

Alright, so when the same stress keeps piling up over and over, I start hermitting, because frankly, I don't want to be that one gal who always has the same damn bitch-fest about the same damn thing every time you are near here.Buuuuut, the stress level lately has reached epic proportions, so sit down only if you choose to read a collossal venting about the hell that is the company I work for.

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-56429823082388695242007-04-23T20:36:00.000-07:002007-04-23T21:00:24.253-07:00

Ok, so back on my 27th b-day last year, my dad asked me what I wanted. I blurted out that I really wanted to get the tattoo I've been planning since, oh, my son was born. I had in my head a lovely cross with some sort of nod to the vines I have, and Anthony's name written NOT in that crappy, everyone-has-it-script, but printed neatly in the same font as Nightmare Before Christmas. I never had the

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-16868692059470201502007-04-01T06:27:00.000-07:002007-04-01T06:54:20.547-07:00

So, Easter is next week and I have already scurried to a few stores and picked up a basket o' goodies for the wee one. He's at that age where I have to be pretty damn creative with the contents now. Can't really do candy, because dear God nothing is scarier than a three year old on a chocolate bunny sugar high. Can't do the typical toys because Anthony can't really get into them yet, and can't

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-22220561902626880852007-02-23T22:30:00.000-08:002007-02-23T23:06:34.066-08:00

I do really appreciate you for being respectful. Why the sudden note of this?Well...........let's just say mama's really lucky to have narrowly avoided commiting murder today. Although, technically it would have been impossible, because the awesome dispaly of backwards dickwadish male chauvenism was being done via cellphone, but, hey, the mental imagery I had of ripping a guy's tongue through

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1171425348630963522007-02-13T19:19:00.000-08:002007-02-13T19:55:48.653-08:00

Well, it has been a looooooooooooooong time since I've sat down and written anything meaningful in here. Is anyone even still reading?I've pretty much just been riding the tides of life of late, and boy has it been one hell of a journey. I suppose this is what makes up the spice of life, but it's damn tiring living the one that I do. See, in case I haven't made it abundantly clear, I have an

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1169217855144889172007-01-19T06:39:00.000-08:002007-01-19T06:44:15.266-08:00

God god It's been a while! I can't even really type much right now, as I am in the process of getting ready to leave for another day of work. The holiday season saw me at that damn store more than at home or even asleep. I swear it felt like I lived there. I'm still putting in a lot of hours, not really sure when I'll see a decrease on that...well, we'll see on the 23rd (more after that,

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1163115558175103462006-11-09T15:21:00.000-08:002006-11-09T15:39:18.216-08:00

Yep, it's that time of year again. Scott asked me to come up with a list for him, apparently just saying "Everything Nightmare Before Christmas" is not a good enough answer. *sigh* so I wrote one, complete with noting a new pair of socks. But I thought long and hard...what do I REALLY wish for Christmas this year???A democratic take over of congress (cheeeeeck!!!!)My ex and I to quit arguing

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1162320701072017372006-10-31T10:43:00.000-08:002006-10-31T10:51:41.086-08:00

Happy Halloween, kiddies! Yup, mama's favourite holiday is upon us. I carved my pumpkins, bought goofy costumes (well, made most of mine), and we went out on Saturday for a bit of spooky revelrie. Scott's best friend, Shawn, was having a birthday party, so we all got dressed up and hit the town for a bit. The night was a blast, and of course, ended up at the Merc. I'll post pics of the little one

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1160578319815376872006-10-11T07:42:00.000-07:002006-10-11T07:51:59.843-07:00

I really haven't had a whole lot to share lately, so sorry to the people who keep popping back here wondering what's new and entertaining. The divorce is...well, it's going, but at a snail's pace. Luckily, we've reached a point where we really don't dissagree on anything, so that works out to being a lot less stress.Anthony is growing like a weed, of course, so he's been quite the handful. I

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1158158127672942952006-09-13T07:31:00.000-07:002006-09-14T11:37:16.963-07:00

Well, I guess when my doctor said "these shouldn't be a problem for you anymore" he was a lying sack of shit. I had another cyst rupture, and this one was BAD. Poor Scott had a front row seat. Thank god he's known my history (nine years, remember?).We had just finished being...intimate, and were basking in a nice post-coital cuddle, when the pain hit. It was Friday night, and we were expecting to

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1156573024737964472006-08-25T23:10:00.000-07:002006-08-25T23:17:04.756-07:00

My younger brother, whom I've blogged about a few times in teh past, has been missing for the last two weeks. He walked out of the home during an arguement with my parents about him once again showing up screwed all to high heaven on god only knows what substances, and has nott been seen or heard from since. He had no money nad no identification on him, and we assumed he would return in a day or

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1156256104376171862006-08-22T07:06:00.000-07:002006-09-01T00:54:59.786-07:00

Wrote this before I left, will post since it's still pretty damn applicable...I'm probably the rare person who started whining upon being handed a ticket to Las Vegas. I've whined even more copiously in the weeks coming up to the trip, as life has made it all teh more undesireable to go to this damn conference. Yup, mama's attending a conference in vegas. How friggin cliche is this?Reasons why I

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1154732717896680282006-08-04T15:55:00.000-07:002006-08-04T16:05:18.000-07:00

yeah, that's pretty much how I am answering my phone right now. After the last post, you'd think I'd be reporting good news by now, right? HA!Wednesday (day four of Sharona working so much she sways on her feet), my store got audited. What this means in radioshackland is that a woman who's nice enough to be your grandma comes over to your store and rips it a new one by going over every little

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1154499905761291132006-08-01T23:13:00.000-07:002006-08-01T23:25:13.100-07:00

I haven't been writing much because I hardly have time to even think much these days. My first fiscal month as a manager went well, running gains across the board, but this one has started on a path of disaster unprecendently mindblowing in it's state of fucked.Sunday began said horrors. I woke up early, passed Anthony off to the arms of my ex (who brought his girlfriend along for the ride,

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1152258959569170122006-07-07T00:27:00.000-07:002006-07-07T00:56:09.713-07:00

One word you constantly hear and become subsequently obsessed with as a single working mother is "Balance". In reality, it's more like "juggle", but that term brings up imagery of flying knives and flaming torches. Of course, like said imagery, it is a pretty delicate operation, and one that takes a lot of practice and determination.My position at work now requires about 50 hours a week from

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1150695988843588662006-06-18T22:07:00.000-07:002006-06-18T22:46:28.910-07:00

So, as you all know I was a happily little Assistant Manager at my beloved Radioshack. Things were going swimmingly, working hand in hand with my bossboy, Jason, and soaking up the neccessary tools I needed like a little growing sponge. He was probably the BEST possible person I could hope to train under, being an operational guru and a joy to work for. He runs that store a tight little ship,

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1150217088137115862006-06-13T09:32:00.000-07:002006-06-13T09:44:48.226-07:00

The ridiculousness of our society amuses me greatly. Apparently some 'noble' group has taken it upon themselves to sue the evil geniuses behind KFC, a parent company known as Yum Brand, Inc. No, there's no mysterious fried rats or chicken necks at teh core of this one. This lawsuit is all about KFC fried foods being...dun dun DUN...unhealthy. The oil used to fry the chicken and other foods

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1150216297564737322006-06-13T09:20:00.000-07:002006-06-13T09:31:37.646-07:00

It's amazing how your view of life drastically changes when your world is turned upside down like this. I remember previously only looking as far as the week in front of me. I tried not to think about 'the future' too much, because things seemed so bleak, it would only make me more depressed.But now, given the chance to set things right, I have a whole new outlook on my life ahead. I see my

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1148626158893304642006-05-25T23:14:00.000-07:002006-05-25T23:49:18.980-07:00

Have you ever looked at the actual set of miranda rights and realized how applicable they are to a divorce? Seriously, perhaps they should issue a copy of them with your big wonkin packet of papers. In fact, they might have to broaden them a little...1. You have the right to remain silent - despite the fact that you want to scream and hurl obscenities at this person, probably not the best idea

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1143272342844485392006-03-24T23:33:00.000-08:002006-04-17T11:57:32.316-07:00

well, I'm officially in my new apartment (so official, I even got my first piece of mail). It's been a ridiculously surreal past few weeks. The first three days were spent moving everything in here, and of course juggling what little time I have with wee one. Every moment with him is so precious now. And with Rick as emotional as he is, I want to try and give him SOME stability. It's been

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1142237159468075932006-03-12T23:38:00.000-08:002006-03-13T00:05:59.540-08:00

Well, I haven't updated in a while, and I apologize to those of you who use this blog to 'keep tabs' on mama. Unfortunately, my world just took a huge turn onto it's ear. For those of you who wish to continue viewing mamahood as a pillar of strangth and angst, it's best you not read the rest of this entry.Rick and I have decided to split. Actually, I decided to split, he's just forced to have

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1140644920576732272006-02-22T13:46:00.000-08:002006-02-27T00:52:22.426-08:00

My goddamn ovaries hate me. Seriously, I think these two little olive shaped vessels of life bearing fruit seem to be plotting against my very being from within my abdomen. I don't know what I did to them to make them so desireous of this coupe de gras. Was it because I oppressed them with my birth control? I wasn't sexually active enough to make them feel validated?*sigh*So, we all recall that

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1140542979861010772006-02-21T09:10:00.000-08:002006-02-21T10:54:54.883-08:00

As a working mother, a sense of routine is vital. If I don't have a set plan for the day, things can fall quickly to shit before I have time to right it. As I work nights, and Rick works days, all of the household woes fall onto my shoulders, as I am the one home for a few hours in the daytime to deal with them. Let's take a peak into last Monday and see just what can go wrong with a life...9AM

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1139595476919570022006-02-10T10:13:00.000-08:002006-02-10T10:17:56.936-08:00

not surprisingly, a vast amount of people don't know how to properly dispose of electronic components that have broken in their home. I've seen many a computer monitor on the side of the road, or old broken TVs. Working for an electronics store, I've had countless people say "I just took my old TV to the dump..." and had to swallow my horror as I grudgingly go sell them a new one. Since I'd

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1139257123492020142006-02-06T11:57:00.000-08:002006-02-06T12:18:43.933-08:00

Well, since I did promise to start writing in this thing more, don't be surprised to see a lot of disjointed, completely random posts just for the sake of updating. I tried not to do that too much in the past, but at least this will keep the blog a bit more fresh.Work Life: I did get the Assistant Manager promotion, and was slated to switch stores. Many tears were shed, and then suddenly the

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1139006619627949472006-02-03T14:40:00.000-08:002006-02-03T14:43:39.636-08:00

I couldn't resist sharing these because he looks hysterical. This is what happens when your child rarely gets his hands on chocolate...he goes apeshit and proceeds to eat it with his entire face. Seriously, I actually had to get frosting out of his hair.

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1138907194603886162006-02-02T10:57:00.000-08:002006-02-02T11:06:34.723-08:00

Well, I guess sometimes a person can have their cake and eat it, too. Two days ago there were a lot of tears being shed at my work. Our lovely, bouncy 18 yo gal had to resign, as her studies are being neglected. Our boss's mantra has always been "School is more important than work", and unfortunately, that choice ended up having to happen. We all wish her the best of luck, and no way in HELL

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1137790423888500312006-01-20T12:29:00.000-08:002006-01-24T11:07:35.116-08:00

I'm having an interesting mental twister. To update my darling readers on my life, I have been doing well at le' Shack, and enjoying every minute of working there. Apparently I am good at this, because I was actually graced with the promotion of MIT (Manager in Training). Now, in the world of the Shack, this is the first step above just a carefree Sales Associate. MIT means that I am willing to

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1136599562239993682006-01-06T18:02:00.000-08:002006-01-09T17:08:51.536-08:00

I friggin' hate being a woman. And quite frankly, the anatomy that comes with this side of the chromosomes doesn't seem to care for me either. Earlier this week I started noticing the telltale pains in my lower abdomen that a cyst was once again upon me, and went ahead and made the doctor appointment to get it checked. The pain had started to get rather irritating by the time I got to see said

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1135806630668225202005-12-28T13:41:00.000-08:002005-12-28T13:50:30.680-08:00

Well, I didn't make any of my New Years resolutions last year. I think this year I will make them more attainable. Last year's mishap was mainly due to life changes, making what seemed like an important resolution just seem silly. This year I plan on making some that actually make sense. Here's the list!Quite Smoking - once and for all, this should be done. It will save me money, keep my home

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1135289994352494672005-12-22T13:59:00.000-08:002005-12-22T14:19:54.400-08:00

During the holiday season, one can't help but reflect on their lives, or the lives surrounding them which affect them. I think about the good times during the year (which are few), and of the harder times (which are many). I think perhaps this year of them all has been the hardest I have ever faced in my few years of existence. Those who know me have been privy to the hurdles this current year

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1133895588844576582005-12-06T10:56:00.000-08:002005-12-08T11:49:39.866-08:00

Every so often a story likes this one comes along and really makes me ponder where we are at as a society. Those of you who read this blog on a regular basis know that my two major topics of choice are Bush bashing and the issues parents face in today's odd world. Quite frankly, I was a bit shocked to see that this whole thing made headlines in the first place. I mean, big deal, some guy put

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1133474912554345402005-12-01T14:03:00.000-08:002005-12-01T14:08:32.566-08:00

Looks like we got our snowfall a tad early this year. Stay tuned for bad drivers! I swear, here in the Northwest, one flake hits the ground and people immediately plow their cars into the nearest tree. Nighttime will bring a while new amusement, drivers who think BlackIce is just a myth!Still, it's awfully pretty. I think when the little one wakes up from his nap I will bundle him up and

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1133155102248029142005-11-27T20:44:00.000-08:002005-11-27T21:25:30.530-08:00

It seems I get a lot of these random comments from people, just begging me to tear them a new one. It seems my recent anonymous happens to be a bit more persistent, so allow me to direct this and all future commentors of idiocy and illogical thinking to the following letter...Dear Anonymous,Thank you so much for taking time out of what I assume is a busy schedule to read and comment on my blog.

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1132267621874368252005-11-17T14:43:00.000-08:002005-11-17T14:47:01.886-08:00

http://news.yahoo.com/fc/US/TerrorismABout FUCKING time someone stood up within the government and said "Ya know, that pesky little law did a LOT of damage to civil liberties...maybe we should rethink that!" PLease, people, for the love of all that is holy (and for the supposed freedoms we as a country like to tout), WRITE TO YOUR SENATORS. Tell them that reinstating this ridiculously

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1131744505794046342005-11-11T13:26:00.000-08:002005-11-11T13:28:25.806-08:00

Yeah, I know, it's petty and mean...

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1131045906824626872005-11-07T13:14:00.000-08:002005-11-07T13:41:15.133-08:00

Soooo...how geeky am I? Well, you should probably know just how much of a geek I am. Is this list obscenely long? well, of course it is, because I am far too poor to actually buy myself half the shit I want. This is probably the first time I've actually put a few high end items on my list, so no one is allowed to call me a selfish bitch for the stuff that is on here. I know I won't actually GET

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1130486225219396092005-10-28T00:46:00.000-07:002005-10-28T00:57:05.233-07:00

wow, I suck lately at keeping up on this thing. I'm sorry, folks, this mama has been working her ass off. Quite literally, actually, I've dropped a few belt notches since I started at Ye Ol' Shack. I've settled in quite nicely, though. The gang I work with is still The Awesomeness (note to self, quit hanging out on the interweb, it shows in vocabulary). Sooooooooooooooooo....what else is new?

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1129143805249992592005-10-12T11:39:00.000-07:002005-10-28T00:57:32.016-07:00

Sooooo, let's see, I've been at RadioShack for almost a month now. I suppose it's time for an update on that, in case anyone was curious (and not within actual earshot of me on a daily basis). Honestly??? I friggin LOVE working there.And since I've already been there for a month, this isn't the doeeyed honeymooner bliss of new jobby. This is actual I have a Good Job with Good People inner

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1128965899972195542005-10-10T10:28:00.000-07:002005-10-10T10:38:19.980-07:00

For some reason, God has been having a field day rolling out the big guns of natural disaster on the little petri dish known as planet earth. In less than a year's time, we've had a devastating Tsunami, massive hurricanes, and this latest, a deadly quake in S. Asia. I don't think some stores have even bothered taking down their "Donate to the Red Cross" signs since January. Reading the

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1128021199912283282005-09-29T11:50:00.000-07:002005-09-29T12:14:29.750-07:00

Okay, I know I was going to continue our lesson on bitching, but I am delaying that for a much more important post. Sorry if you were taking notes, feel free to put down your pencils for a sec so you can listen to me ponder this new and vastly interesting subject.Classroom BiblesThis whole tale ain't a new one, but this article presents a point that wasn't brought up before, or at least not as

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1127509788361961102005-09-23T13:27:00.000-07:002005-10-12T11:33:04.586-07:00

Yea yea, this is overdue, bite me. Remember, I'm a bitch, I do what I want!!!In our first class we discussed the basic principals of being an effective bitch. But it seems I may have left you readers with a feeling that there may not be recourse you can take in certain situations. Oh, but this is not true. The most effective tool a Bitch has in her arsenal is Sneaky Bitching. As promised, here

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1127504645522555882005-09-23T12:40:00.000-07:002005-09-23T13:26:53.093-07:00

There's no doubt you've put together reading this that I can be a raging bitch at times. I have a notoriously hot temper, I'm stubborn, and unafraid to speak my mind. But ya know what? There is actually a certain grace and skill to being an effective bitch that many women (or men) simply have not mastered. If you don't take extra care in your bitchiness, you get labeled as a 'nasty bitch', '

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1127238469448781922005-09-20T10:34:00.000-07:002005-09-20T10:47:49.456-07:00

I got a job! Everybody dance with me now. I swear the whole job hunt was really starting to bother me. I've been interviewing quite a bit, but nothing was panning out and I was seriously getting frustrated. Nothing really makes you question yourself quite like getting no job offers. Especially when they are entry level service industry jobs. But yesterday I got hired (on the spot) at my

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1126723367514795752005-09-15T12:23:00.000-07:002005-09-15T12:24:58.126-07:00

It seems lately that our politicians have really dug their claws into this whole video game contraversy. I thought it would die down in a week or two after the whole Rockstar fiasco, but apparently there's still a few legislators out there who are on a Mission to Save the Children from the evil forces of Video games. Careful, kids, you may be in for a shock, but Mama is about to veer wildly

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1126472891197162502005-09-11T13:45:00.000-07:002005-09-11T14:08:11.303-07:00

Sorry I haven't posted much, although I was wanting to leave that Project Heart post up there for everyone I knew to participate. Oh, and Shawntay bought me a Gamecube for my birthday, so I've been a total Mario Whore for the past few days.My cousin Chris just left from a nice but all too quick visit for the weekend. Since I've been so estranged from my family for most of the past 10 years, it

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1125788231276881392005-09-03T15:56:00.000-07:002005-09-03T15:58:50.216-07:00

Pass it along, get involved, guys!Join up to see about updatesh1 {color: cc3333;font-weight: 900;font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 36px;font-style: normal;text-align: center;}.style5 {font-size: 18px;font-weight: bold;}.style6 {font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif}.style7 {color: 990000}Calling all artists! Hospitals have no power. Families forced from their homes.

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1125683404416572572005-09-02T10:48:00.000-07:002005-09-02T10:50:04.423-07:00

Today is mah birthday! ber nr nr nr nr nr nr NR...Happy birthday to me! ber nr nr nr nr nr nr NR Today is mah birthday! ber nr nr nr nr nr nr NR....I hope I have a good time! Eh, probably not, this is one of those low key ones. But, mama aged today, and the world spins on.

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1125343214204806362005-08-29T11:58:00.000-07:002005-08-30T10:56:56.316-07:00

I realize it's been a while since I have blatantly gone on a bragging streak about my wee one, so here goes!Monkey turned 2 back in May. He's getting bigger, of course, and although the issues he had with eating/speaking are still there, he has really come a LONG way. Allow me to list (yes, lists! mama loves LISTS!) the new and wonderful things he has been doing lately...Vocabulary now consists

Mother Hoodlumnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767465.post-1125248386680405732005-08-28T09:43:00.000-07:002005-08-28T09:59:46.736-07:00

Like most world-concious people, I am watching in horror at the approach of Hurricane Katrina to New Orleans. This rare category 5 storm is carrying 175 mph winds, and is more than likely going to obliterate coastal Louisiana. I mourn the loss of the beautiful historical architecture in that city. But most of all, I am mourning the loss of our humanity. Why do I chose to use such a dramatic

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