Hired guns? Are there any of you out there?
Please, if you have a single compassionate bone in your body, put me on the list. Preferably somewhere near the top? Thanks bunches.
Oh, and if this makes it any more appealing for you, feel free to make it as painful and torturous as possible. Whatever you have in mind can’t effing touch what we’ve got going on in this hell hole. I always say, “If you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right.”
Hit me with your best shot.
If you are one of those parents that send their sick children to school, please read on because this is just for you. If you are the type to get all up in arms when someone calls you out on your bullshit, please do not hesitate to send me disgruntled emails and hateful comments. I would love nothing more than to know who you are and what your reasoning is for spreading your misery around.
My oldest son, 17 now, has missed probably 40% of school up to this point. Mostly because he was exhibiting some minor symptom of one thing or another and I didn’t think it would be right to risk passing something on to the other kids in his class. Usually, it ended up being allergy or asthma related and wouldn’t have been contagious anyway, but I had the decency to put other people’s health before my 4 1/2 hours of free time.
It all ended up that my son had to go for the GED credential, and he could (fortunately) learn from home attending free GED prep classes provided by GED Easy – Darren. No cost at all, and they additionally provide a lot of free GED practice tests as well!
I’ve mentioned before I don’t care too much for the holiday season. It’s just a big mess to me. Don’t get me wrong, I love a lot of holidays, but the “holiday season” is just a long, dragged out hooplah to me. Although many people consider it beginning at Halloween, which is ABSOLUTELY AWESOME. But … Read More
I am walking into a building, leaving the warm, fall sunlight behind me. Down the stairs into this cellar like auditorium. My mother is beside me, my sister is behind us, Chris is in front with Caitlin and my brother Patrick is angry with me for some unknown reason. We are dressed up in suits … Read More
I’m having a hard time believing it’s already December 1st. My, how things have changed in a year. And I mean, changed in ways you would never believe. August 2009 was the beginning of the most difficult year of my life and December 1, 2009 was a day which will be burned into my head … Read More
Last night was, without a doubt, rough. Personally, I think panic attacks are completely overrated, but that’s just me. I don’t happen to enjoy the “oh-my-god-I-can’t-breath-what-the-fuck-am-I-gonna-do??” moments that tend to surround motherhood, which then are closely followed by mommy guilt. Seriously, it was awful.
I have had it. Seriously, I’ve just had it. Yesterday was the final straw. I’ve mentioned the troubles with my insurance company before. In the (not even full) year we’ve been with them they have lost faxes, called my husband a liar, lied about sending paperwork to the appropriate sectors to get claims fixed and … Read More
How was everyone’s Thanksgiving?? Mine was decent. Very different than usual, but decent all the same. I hadn’t really mentioned it because I had this week’s posts all scheduled up until today and didn’t really feel like going against the schedule or have time to write a whole new post, but my Gma died Tuesday. … Read More
I decided I was going to take part of Katie over at Sluiter Nation‘s Top Ten Tuesday, for fun and because with everything going on with Gma, my brain is spent and I’m tired of Chris asking me if I’m okay. I’m okay dammit. Anyway, this week, her topic is the bebe’s Christmas list(s). So, … Read More
Pua’s back. Tell a friend. Guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back…. Yes, yes indeed. And boy does it feel good. I just had to take a little hiatus and get my head screwed on and wiggle myself into feeling normal. That hasn’t happened yet, but I haven’t been drinking heavily, so it … Read More
I am sitting on the small green couch, cross-legged, with my fingers covering my eyes. I take a deep breath and begin to count… 1… 2… 3…