You Used Me Like A Potato…
No, I’m not in the loony bin. Not yet, anyhow.
I’m talking about real fruit baskets. I’ve always wanted one for Christmas, yet whenever I tell someone I would like one, they think I’m joking! I could eat only fruit, I think. Fuck vegetables. Fuck them to hell. Well, except the potato. And the onion. And the tomato. And cilantro.
How exactly would something be fucked to hell?
Deep thoughts from a deep woman.
Ahahaha.
The six year old I watch thinks he is quite the sailor.
Other gems:
“H-E-L-L, H-E-L-L, H-E-L-L, SEXY SEXY.”
I am afraid I kind of encouraged him by snickering.
I’ve felt about like this:
Listening to this over and over:
So, Sean had to get an MRI. He’s been having horrible headaches in the back of his head, so he went to the doctor. The doctor immediately ordered an MRI. I was really worried, so worried I nearly burst into tears in the waiting room. My thoughts were immediately, “OMGTUMORANEURYSMMENINGITISDEATH”Thank Maude for Effexor! It was the only thing holding together the dam.
The MRI came back clear. I am so, so relieved.
Though it did cost six hundred dollars. Yes, we have health insurance. Health insurance covered 80%, and it was still six hundred dollars.
What the fuck is wrong with this country? We would have been sooo fucked if this would have happened a couple months ago, when he didn’t have health insurance. Did you know most bankruptcies are medical-related?
I’m finding out that I love working with kids. The sheer insanity that comes from their mouths is enough to keep me entertained for days. I am glad I found this job. I was not sure that teaching would be right for me, but I think it will be near perfect. I’m a natural ham in front of crowds, I give killer dirty looks, and I truly love hearing what they think up next. Oh, and not much shocks me. That will help me greatly, I think.
My house is clean. Clean, clean, clean! Finally! Feel free to visit! I’m still not cooking, but I’m at least thinking about it. That’s something, right? Poor, poor Sean. That’s what he gets for loving me, I guess.
Two of my kitties are sick. One is throwing up a lot, and the other just sits around looking miserable. Though, it could be because she is a Tuxedo. It must be hard being all dressed up with nowhere to go.
I love the weather. Cold and colder are my favourite temperatures. I do enjoy a day or two at the beach, but after that, I am ready for sweater weather!
This baby…she has to be the cutest thing ever born! As a NEWBORN, when babies are supposed to be freaky-looking, she is really, really cute. My little love!
This look right here I think she picked up from her Aunt. No, no, I’m not insane (well…). Bhima picked this look up from me, and then passed it to her infant daughter! Bhima and I have a lot of the same facial expressions, due to being so close in age, I think.
Just looking at pictures of my niece fills me with a fierce, protective love. Over my dead body will anything hurt her when I am around. I have not held her, I have not heard her cries, but still, I would kill or be killed for her. Funny how that human instinct works, huh?
My sister and I have had a strange relationship over the years. I have nursed her through many episodes of mental illness. I have fended off her attacks on my brother and mother during her bad times. For a long, long time I was her only confidante. She has betrayed me time and time again, yet I would still take her in (even though it would cause huge fights with my husband). I understand her mental illness. She had a horribly traumatic life. Her mother abandoned her in a train station when she was 4. She remembers her mother telling her to wait, and then never coming back. Her orphanage was a dismal, crowded place that later investigations revealed had been used as a brothel.
She came to the U.S.A when she was seven, knowing exactly two English words: cartoon and chocolate. Nobody could speak to her. My parents did not hire a translator. Snow was on the ground. I remember her being terrified. I was the one who interacted with her. I taught her how to ride a bike. I was the first to understand what she meant in her garbled English. Still, she says things that only I can understand.
I love my sister. She’s difficult to love, but so am I. She’s had more horrible things happen to her than anyone imagines.
I shit on anyone who says blood ties are the strongest. I cannot imagine having a stronger tie to siblings other than the ones I have.
Riley Catherine, my new niece!
Here she looks like a bewildered burrito.
Here she is with my sister (her mama), gnoming it up in her sweet little hat.
I haven’t gotten to meet her yet, as my sister lives 700 miles away. Until Thanksgiving, I have to be satisfied with pictures and buying her little outfits.
Yes, I’m already in love.
I don’t know what else to title this.
I was at a friend’s house recently, and she made some delicious shrimp alfredo. I have a strange history with shrimp. Sometimes it makes my eyelids swell shut and my lips itch. Sometimes it doesn’t. I avoid it whenever I can, to avoid the nasty side effect.
Anyhow, my friend’s kid picked up right away that I wasn’t eating the shrimp. Damn! I thought about choking some down, just so she wouldn’t copycat me and refuse shrimp (like she was doing), but then again, my lips had tingled and itched from just one piece of sushi with shrimp. Hmm..which is a worse way to ruin an evening? Refusing something your friend cooked, thus influencing their pre-schooler, or a trip to urgent care?
