If I had a marketing department, I’d bitch about it. But I don’t. The most marketing we do is a yellow pages ad. Ha!
Here’s a question for those of you with children: do you tend to refer to your husband as “Daddy” – even in private thoughts? As in, “We’re out of condoms, Daddy will need to get some more next time he’s at the store”. Is this an isolated thing that I should talk to a shrink about?
My dad, speaking of Daddy, was the master of jerry-rigging things. He would go for function (sometimes barely functional) over form every time. As an example, he poured cement for some steps that led to our house, only he didn’t brace the side, so the steps were slanted to the right and bowed out on the side. But they worked.
You may wonder how I have all this time to dig up links. Simple. While nursing I browse my favorite weird link sites, then compile them all. Since the boob leech nurses about every 2-3 hours, I have lots of time to look. More information than I’m sure anyone needed to know, but I did want to point out that I don’t live to dig up blog links, there is a madness to my method. Or something.
Which brings me to another point. Wouldn’t it make more sense, and more of an impact, if we said “You can’t eat your cake and have it too”? “Having your cake and eating it too” is a no-brainer. It’s very rare that you eat a cake you don’t have.
In closing, I would like to propose the introduction of the word “amn’t”. Viz:
“He’s ugly.” “No he isn’t.”
“I’m ugly.” “No you aren’t.”
“You’re ugly.” “No I amn’t.”
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I couldn’t stand it anymore so I went to the urgent care clinic to have a doctor look at it. He said it’s some sort of bug bite or sting (well duh) and it might be infected. I’m not sure about that since it gets a whole hell of a lot better when I take a Benadryl and then swells way up and gets red and insanely itchy when the drugs wear off. Anyway, I will take antibiotics and hope it goes away very very soon.
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It itches! IT ITCHES! IIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTCHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!
Sorry, the Benadryl wore off. My arm is totally swollen and itchy. Gotta take more. More more more. Every time I scratch it it gets bigger. Bigger bigger bigger. If it were going to kill me, it would have by now, wouldn’t it?
I think it’s affecting my thought processes.
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I know New Jersey’s not exactly heaven on earth, but why shoot your girlfriend for mentioning the name?
New York City bloggers – put yourself on the map
Principal refuses to let paralyzed student walk across the stage (using braces) at graduation.
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Last night I outlined the borders of the redness from this weird bite thing I have with a lip liner. When I woke up this morning the red had crept about 1/8″ outside the line. Still itchier than hell. I took a Benadryl to see if it would help. Hub found a tiny wasp-like creature flying around the kitchen today. Wonder if that’s what got me?
Why is our first reaction so often “NO!” when someone offers to help? Is it a pride thing, or stubbornness? It frustrates hub to no end when he offers to do something for me and I tell him no even when it’s obvious that I can’t do it myself. I wonder if it’s some sort of Superwoman complex, where we have to present the image, at least to ourselves, that we can do it all. I think part of growing up is knowing when to ask for help.
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I just posted a question in someone else’s blog about wondering if she felt better after having sicked it up and it got me to thinking. It is really hard for me to barf. I almost typoed “bark”, which would be wrong, because I can bark very easily.
Barfing is another matter. I hate to do it. I don’t care how much better I will feel afterwards, the nastiness of barfing isn’t worth it. There was a time when I drank quite a lot, as in 75% of a bottle of Southern Comfort. First of all, I will never drink it again. Second, I knew that things were going to be very bad for me unless I puked some of it up. And I tried. I tried mightily, yanking on my uvula for all it was worth, sticking my whole damn hand down my throat to no avail. Minor gagging, no upchuck. I stayed in bed the next day until 8 at night, except for occasional forays to yark. Oh yes, my friends, I did the technicolor yawn all the next damn day, compounding the hangover from that awful sickly sweet cough syrup of an alcoholic beverage.
My friend, an Englishman, was not only impressed that I had so much to drink that night but that I couldn’t bring it back up. I guess that’s something – impressing a Brit with one’s drinking ability.
So I guess I’ve got that going for me.
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Latest weird searches that brought people to this site:
“girls underwear” sears
yatta video anger sanka
mistress trillian
Nothing quite as titillating as M.S.’s ‘gay men in girdles’ search, I’m afraid.
Bug bite update: very itchy, getting hot and hard in the middle. Settle down, Beavis.
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