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How Honeybell's Ass Saved The Day
2009-04-03 02:48:00
Sometimes we need a little reality check. Especially those of us mothers cruising along, convinced that we are raising fairly intelligent children. We act as though we don't have a care in the world, because we haven't had that moment of 'what in the hell were you thinking and how the fuck am I going to get you out of this?'We should not count our chickens before they hatch.You see today I got a phone call from my step son. Oddly enough, my step son and his best friend Levi, who I knew to be upstairs in his room. Now while I see it coming, we haven't yet reached the point where we call each other from different parts of the house, so I knew something was up."Daneen? Um, there's something wrong with my door. We can't get it open."Jeez, our house is an old one, and the doorknobs are forever coming off, no matter how many times or how tightly I screw them back together. The boys have yet to learn the fine art of keeping the correct part of the knob inside the room with the...

Open Letters To The Psych Ward
2009-03-30 18:22:00
Dear patient who wants a razor,I understand you have hairy armpits. I wouldn't like that either. However, with all due respect, I'm not the one that has 2 day old sutures in her wrists. We don't even HAVE razors on this unit, and I'd like to think that no one you know would be stupid enough to bring you one. Now then, let's say I don't even think you are a suicide risk. Let's pretend that my nursing license means nothing to me. Do you seriously want to be the only person in a lock down unit full of crazy people with a razor?Trying to keep your stupid ass alive,HoneybellDear Escape Artist,Dude. You are VOLUNTARY. This isn't a Diehard movie, and no amount of rooftop creeping is going to change the fact that you are a moron. Next time do me a favor, just ask me to open the door and spare me the paperwork.You owe me a pen refill,HoneybellDear Psych iatrist,You and I both know that I have to call you to get approval for a patients home medications. We also know that I ha...
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You Should Know Liam
2009-03-26 19:53:00
Ok, maybe not. In all honesty, Liam is a menace of epic proportion. I occasionally have to take a step back, a deep breath, and remind myself of how physically tiny he is. I have to do this because there are moments he seems to fill the room with daredevil stunts, constant chatter, or worse, his unhappy screams.This morning I woke up to find that Liam had gotten up first. He had taken two cartons of eggs from the fridge, and broken open every egg, save one, on the living room carpet. he then went and crawled into bed with his older brother, because there was a shocking lack of egg yolk in Isaac's bed.When Liam woke and came downstairs later, I was lying on the couch in my PJ's watching my DVR'd episode of Lost with the slimy mess still on the floor, because I'm a terrible mother and housekeeper. He pointed at the mess and announced "Look at that mess I made!" He then picked up the remaining egg and said "There's no birds in there." It only took 23 of the 24 eggs to fig...

My Little Rastafarian
2009-03-24 05:28:00
Julien has a new favorite musical artist. He has become enamored with Bob Marley. I love that he has such varied musical tastes, he loves everything from Garth Brooks to System of a Down. He knew every word to the Red Hot Chili Peppers CD Californication at the age of 3 (don't judge me.) The point is, the kid loves music. I've always loved Bob Marley, and I enjoy watching Julien discover him. His favorite song of Bob's is Buffalo Soldier. He sings it often, and plays it even more on YouTube. We live in a military town, with the only memorial to Buffalo Soldiers in the US. He knows and what a Buffalo Soldier was, and understands what Bob Marley was singing about.He has decided to sing Buffalo Soldier at the school talent show. I hadn't really thought much about this until Jerry pointed out the obvious to me. Now I can't stop envisioning my freckled little white boy on stage belting out "Stolen from Africa . . . brought to America . . . "Sing it with soul baby.This con...

A Birthday Message From A Shiftless Blogger
2009-03-19 18:59:00
It's my birthday, meaning I can do whatever the hell I want. Thus, I present to you last years birthday post, with one additional picture. Because I'm a lazy girl that doesn't feel like finding new pictures to scan. ***********************************Today, in honor of my birthday, I present to you 37 years 38 years of Honeybell. A lot of these pictures are not the greatest quality, but I choose each for a reason, they're all important for one reason or another. This is the earliest picture of me I've ever seen. I used to tease my mom "Did you people not have a camera? You took NO pictures when you had me in the hospital?"We also had that dress for a long time, I remember dressing my stuffed animals in it.My sister and I in our matching swimsuits. I might as well have been wearing a ski-parka, as I was TERRIFIED of water. You can bet this swimsuit never saw a drop of water! I'm guessing this is my 3rd birthday. That's my sister sitting next to me.ChristmasI reme...
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Nekkid
2009-03-16 15:43:00
Listening to the radio the other night I heard a story of an 18 year old woman who committed suicide after learning her ex-boyfriend had sent the nude photos she had taken for him to her entire school. The radio host was not only in favor of holding this man responsible for the girl's death, but also voiced her opinion that privacy in relationships should be legislated.I was astounded as I listened to the callers that supported her beliefs. I would bet my next paycheck that the subject of the radio show had serious problems long before her boyfriend shared her photos with the world. That woman is the only one responsible for her death. Embarrassed to death is an expression, not a basis for criminal charge or lawsuit. While the boyfriend may be an asshole of gargantuan proportion, that doesn't make him a killer.Let's be clear I am talking about adults here, not middle school girls, which is an entirely different problem. I found myself asking the radio (yes, I do that) "Wha...

Quotes From The Pysch Ward
2009-03-12 20:40:00
This job is nothing, if not entertaining. Here are a few of my favorite things I heard while at work this week:You sure are . . . husky . . . for a little girl. [Yes. I am. Screw you too old man.]Um, did you just inject me with urine? [Sure I did. Because when people get psychotic, nothing cures them like a shot of pee in the ass.]That shot wasn't to help me think clearly, it was to make me OLD! Yes it was! Haven't you seen some of the people that come out of this hallway?! [This one cracked me up-this person was in their early 30's, and everyone else down that hall happened to be in their 80's]I need to talk to the social worker with long brown hair. Not the pretty face one, the real one, I like her better. [I have to determine which social worker needs to be insulted over this one] (from a confused little old lady who carries a baby doll with her, talking about her sitter) She tried on my baby! (conspiratorially, to me) I don't like people who abuse my children. ...
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It's Just One Of Those Terrible Things That Happen
2009-02-28 07:01:00
The only information I had was that I would be admitting a 32 year old African-American female from the ER to the med/surg unit with a diagnosis of abdominal pain. It was 1 or 2 in the morning, the admitting physician called had given the ER bare bones orders, he'd be in in the morning to see her.Another nurse I worked with knew the name. The patient had apparently been a stellar track athlete once upon a time. She had broken every high school record there was, and had a ticket to any college she wanted. Then she got pregnant, choose to be a mother while taking classes at a local community college, and left a very possible dream of professional sports behind her. She was well known and well loved in her community.Upon arrival to the floor with her sister by her side, she remained quiet, distant. I remember she still had the lean muscular body of an athlete, flawless mahogany skin, and one of those faces so beautiful she could carry off the very short, cropped hair style she ...
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What Michael Vick, The Traveling Wilbury's and Antipsychotics Have In Commo
2009-02-26 23:43:00
I know I'm not supposed to acknowledge my internet absence, I'm not supposed to make excuses as to why I'm not posting or responding, I'm just supposed to write. Right?Well, suck it. I present to you a list of possible reasons I've not been posting, and those that guess correctly win a shot of Haldol in the butt next time they're admitted to my psych unit.Bill Clinton has taken up residence in my living room and won't stop whining about how everyone likes Hilary more than him. When I suggested that it's because Hilary knows how to keep her dick in her pants he just cries louder. (Wow, that was offensive, huh?) Anyway, the louder Bill weeps, the less likely I am to be able to sit at the computer.I discovered my husband's illicit affair with The Traveling Wilburys. Not only am I completely betrayed and devastated, but also pretty grossed out, since I think one of them is dead. Ewwww.My neighbor Micheal Vick broke out of his . . . um . . . federally provided accommodati...
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My Love Letter to You
2009-02-14 17:52:00
How many people have you told "I write a blog", and they're all "huh? A what? Why would you do that?"It's difficult to explain. In the day to day experience of life, we rarely have the opportunity to say with complete honesty, This is how I feel, this is what I want, this is what's happening. Not only do we as bloggers lay ourselves out naked in all our vulnerability, but we then expect and invite strangers to scrutinize and comment on what we have presented.Even those bloggers that keep much of their personal life separate from their blogs, still are presenting a part of themselves to the world for judgement. It is a brave thing.So today, on this ridiculous commercial holiday, I offer you my thanks. Thank you for offering yourselves up to this silly Kansas girl who doesn't always comment, who isn't nearlyl as talented as so many of you, who often feels like an imposter in this bizzarre world of blogging.Some of you can make me laugh til I cry. When I insist that someone...
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Confessions of Psych Nurse
2009-02-12 21:16:00
HIPAA Privacy Rule, which protects the privacy of individually identifiable health information, and the confidentiality provisions of the Patient Safety Act.This of course means I can't go blabbing on about my patients at my new job in the psychiatric unit. I cannot tell you anything about the people I care for. I CAN however, tell you what I have NOT been doing while at work:Not ONE TIME have I placed anyone into a casket and sent them to the planet Mars. It was Xenon, the Caterpillar Planet.I HAVE NOT kept anyone on the unit waiting for a million zillion bazillion years.I haven't placed cyanide into anyone's stool softeners. If I'm going to kill you, I'd prefer it if you remained continent.Never did I listen in on anyone's thoughts. Well, there was that one time, but I wasn't at work when I did it.I did not crawl into anyone's bed in the middle of the night and pee in it. I only pee in my own bed.I never stood by and watched as President Obama drained anyone of blood...
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My Thoughts As Michael Phelps Burns At That Stake
2009-02-06 05:32:00
Our three most recent presidents have all admitted to drug use.(STFU Bill, you inhaled)Robert Downey Jr. is a Hollywood darling, and we all know he's been high since he was six.We induct baseball players who admit to use performance enhancing drugs into the hall of fame.Steroid use continues to be encouraged in professional sports, albeit with a wink and nod. After all, there's money to be made, not to mention the book deal at the end of the professional career.A 23 year old kid takes a hit off a bong at a party and suddenly America is in the throws of moral decline, 7 year old children are sure to become crack heads, and unless they drop Phelps, no one will ever eat Kelloggs cereal again.While I understand the issue of legality in regards to smoking marijuana, it's the stigma of it that makes me insane. Our society likes to think that people that smoke weed are automatically lazy degenerates living in their momma's basement. Surely no one who does drugs could be an intelli...
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Open Letters To My Fellow Shoppers
2009-02-04 20:20:00
Dear Woman Screaming at Her Kids,Your kid is a little jerk, due to your screaming empty threats. Should you screech "DO YOU WANT ME TO SPANK YOU?" one more time, I'm going to spank him myself.Soon to be incarcerated,HoneybellDear Single College Girl Making Faces at Me,Yes, I'm aware my kid is wearing the remnants of chocolate milk on his face while singing The Alphabet Song at the top of his lungs. Yes, it is annoying. However if you keep sticking your tongue in your boyfriend's ear like that and grabbing his ass, you are going to be me in very short order. You see my older child? The one that just knocked down the entire display of cantaloupe? Say hello to my Ortho Tri-Cyclen baby.Laughing Superiorly, HoneybellDear Woman Actually Beating Her Kid,Bitch, are you crazy? Spanking a child entails open hand on butt. Jerking her off the floor by the ponytail , or smacking him across the face, is abuse. It will result in me calling the police. And quite frankly, I have better ...
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The First of The Sister Series: Sister M.
2009-01-30 07:01:00
My hometown can boast of providing The Complete Catholic Experience. Multiple churches, schools, an Abbey, a monastery and a convent. That old chestnut "Catholic Guilt" must hang over the town like a giant crucifix shaped smog. (Kind of like the Lost smoke monster, only without the palm trees and hot guys)The plan was for me to take this job as a Nurse's Aide the summer before I went to college. The convent had added on a nursing home for the elderly nuns, and was in need of a aide for the night shift. I had no nursing experience, no interest in nursing, and before that, very little interaction with old people. I arrived at 11 pm for my first shift. I was very quiet and shy as the other aides showed me around. As we sat down to prepare paper work for the night, I noticed a little white haired nun sleeping in her wheelchair next to a dining table. I was told "Oh Sister M. is a little . . . different. We'll help her to her bed later."We began first rounds, consisting of turn...
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Can I Have A Back Rub?
2009-01-28 06:33:00
I am such a back rub whore. I don't know what it is, normally I am not a touchy-feely type of person. Until you touch my back, then I'll follow you around like a puppy. A puppy going through withdrawal seeking her dealer.Needless to say, I was beyond excited when I got the Shunga tenderness and passion collection a mere three days after ordering from Eden Fantasys. Massage time for Honeybell!The massage oil, erotic warming oil, 'sweet snow' powder, and that feather thing, were packaged in a lovely cardboard box with the Shunga art you see on the products. The box is pretty and very tasteful, I keep it on my dresser.Now then, the massage oil is nothing short of fantastic. The strawberries and champagne fragrance is delicious, but not cloyingly sweet. I've even been putting a bit in my bath water because I love how it smells. Jerry and I both have used it to massage one another, and just a small amount in the hand will be enough for at least a 30 minute massage. In case...
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Untitled *or* Utterly Bereft of Imagination
2009-01-22 20:41:00
So. I've spent the last two days in "Nurse Orientation", soon to be followed by 2 days of "Hospital Orientation", then some "Diversity Training", all before I can even start working.I was terribly pleased today though, to hear about the other applicants for the job. Apparently one person showed up drunk, and subsequently forgot where she was. Another applicant started shouting about her Vicodin addiction midway through the interview. So basically I think I got the job because I was the only unimpaired nurse applying. I always knew that intermittent sobriety would serve me well one day. I will be working day shift. I'm SO apprehensive about this, I've worked night shift for so long, I won't know what to do. The hospital will probably get pissed if I hand out the sleeping pills anyway, huh? It will take a bit for a new routine to settle in. This day shift thing is going to be a HUGE change, and we're still feeling our way through it. It makes me a little sad, I'm truly ...
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I Just Want A Little Serenity Dammit!
2009-01-19 07:01:00
"Thorin was being mean to me {sob!}, he hates me {sob!}, no matter what I do he's mean to me! {sob, sob!}" Jerry and I had come back from the store to this scene. Julien was crying hysterically, something that has become nearly a daily situation. I was furious, furious and tired of it. There was the requisite round of accusations, explanations on everyone's side about how they weren't at fault, the same old crap.Before I had a family, I envisioned mine very differently. I wanted children that were close, loving, and considerate of each other. I try to stress to the boys that they should always be, at the very least, as gracious and considerate of each other as they are to a stranger on the street. I don't allow name calling, the words "shut up" are forbidden, I insist that everyone in this family be polite to one another. I don't understand people that will be more polite to the clerk at the grocery store than they are to their own family. I try to instill some degre...
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The One When I Curse A Lot
2009-01-15 01:19:00
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.Evidently, when a 3 year old child spits Sunny D into the keyboard of a laptop, the laptop in question fucking dies.Also, it's apparently illegal to sell a 3 year old child on Ebay.I hate using our desktop now, plus I have no idea what most of my passwords, etc. are. Because I am a lazy, sucky, inept computer user that lets Firefox do all the work for me.I will be around, however probably not as much until I get my laptop fixed. I expect you to wait with baited breath until my return. I wouldn't blame you if there were tears.This content is owned and copyrighted by Honeybell.
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For Michella
2009-01-12 07:01:00
I don't know why I am the way I am, and I know that my self imposed emotional silence is often misconstrued as arrogance, criticism, or lack of caring. I wish I was one of those people that was talkative and openly emotional. But I'm not, and to pretend otherwise would come off as ridiculously fake, as it should.But what I want you to know, is that I love you. I admire you. I am proud of you.Yes, you.You have endured more in your life than any one person should have to deal with. I will not discuss any of it here, because that is your story to tell. But let it be known that I have NEVER held you in judgment, which is not to say I haven't judged. I have judged and hated everyone that has ever hurt you, that has ever taken advantage of you, everyone that has ever made you feel less than what you are. There are some I've forgiven, because if YOU can forgive them, who the hell am I not to?My life has been made better because you have been in it. You were always more sensiti...

Gainfully Employed
2009-01-08 17:00:00
So today I had this big post planned about how people who interview you for a job and tell you they'll call you either way and then never do even when you call them a week later and leave a message SUCK ASS.Then I was going to start in about how Jerry's working overtime is coming to an end and I don't think all of our stuff is going to fit into my car, even though it has an amazing built in tent and stuff.After that I was going to complain that all I want is to go get a grande soy sugar free cinnamon dolce latte once a week without feeling guilty. I'd even go Americano, they're cheaper.But you know what happened then? The people who never called, did. They told me this position had the most interviews of any opening they'd had before. They said I had EXCELLENT references (which they sounded really surprised by, wtf?), and they offered me the job at the highest paying rate I've ever received in my life.Then I lost control of my bladder.I never thought I'd be this excited ...

My Tale of Woe
2009-01-07 07:01:00
The last month has been exhilarating. I did what I wanted without a care in the world. I knew it was coming to an end soon, but I refused to think about that. Now reality has set in.Jerry and I had lapsed in our new life as non-smokers.We quit again New Years Eve.I have gained 7 pounds.I am second only to Satan himself in evil thoughts and general crankiness.Surely Satan is cranky.Betcha he smokes too. Asshole.I am a fat, cranky, non-smoker.Don't congratulate me, tell me I can do it, or any other of that crap. I won't care, I won't want to hear it.I LIKE SMOKING. I MISS IT.It just really sucks ass that continuing to do so will kill me, so I have to stop.Ugh.Send cookies.This content is owned and copyrighted by Honeybell.
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Jerry
2009-01-01 04:02:00
At the beginning of a new year I like to reflect on the positives in my life. This is the 9th year in a row that Jerry , my husband is at the top of the list (despite the fact that I just had to ask him what year we started dating . . . which seems to have really pissed him off).There are times I would just as soon kick him in the shin as look at him. Lucky for him, those times are far and few between. Most of the time, I feel like the lucky one. Often he'll mention that before he and I were together, I had a life. I had friends, I had money, I went out and had fun. Then I met him, and became "saddled" with an instant family. Sometimes, to my regret, I agree. Being a stepmother, sometimes even being a wife, is a thankless job. It occasionally sucks ass to give everything, heart and soul, to kids that will never understand the sacrifices I've made out of love for them. To them, I will always come in second.It sometimes pisses me off when I want to be on the internet, or rea...

That's Right, I Did It. Now I'm Writing About It
2008-12-28 05:44:00
I've had a couple of offers to do reviews on this blog before, and my response has always been a resounding NO. I'm no sales person, and I hate feeling obligated. However recently I was contacted by Eden Fantasys, an online sex toy retailer (I know. They're spelling 'Fantasies' wrong, and it drives me crazy).Yes, I said sex toys.My initial reaction was 'No Way", however when I clicked over and saw a chick hanging brightly colored vibrators as Holiday decorations, I knew I had to do it. If I'm hawking dildos, it's gonna be for a company with a sense of humor.The one and only advantage to having two dead parents, is that one might feel free to write reviews about sex toys without worrying about killing said parents in the process. For the rest of you: the in-laws, the step-son, the siblings, and all others that really don't want to know me this well, stop reading now. I'm asking you nicely, because I really feel more comfortable discussing my vagina and it's activiti...
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Electric Sex In The Window
2008-12-23 07:01:00
I tend to write an awful lot about my more 'eccentric' neighbors, but the truth is, most of the folks on my street are very nice people. Of course my next door neighbor Leann (who reads and occasionally comments here) and her family, and our neighbors on the other side are also really good people.Then there is an older couple across the street. They appear to be nice people, when we see them we wave hello, but that's about the extent of our current relationship. Now these people don't know it, but they are my new best friends. I'm gonna start baking them cookies and we'll do each other's nails and I'll be at their house all the time and we are going to be BFF's 4-evah!What have these unsuspecting stalking victims new best friends do to deserve my newly discovered affection for them? They didn't rescue my child or a pet, they didn't save my house from burglars or fire, they simply put this up in their window:Lucky for you, I got this shot before my new BFF's called ...
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Nursing Homes
2008-12-22 07:01:00
This post is a follow up to this one. I was horrified to read of abuses that took place in a nursing home, sadly not an unusual event. If you have any specific questions, PLEASE feel free to contact me!I've worked in hospitals, nursing homes, and doctors offices. One of the first things a medical professional needs to learn is that the patients family often requires care just as the patient does. This is especially true if the patient's mental or physical condition is incapacitated in any way, such is the case with children or often the elderly. Entrusting the care of someone you love can be so overwhelming, especially if you have little experience with a health care system. There are some excellent articles on finding the right facility here, here and here. This guide is help you understand how to navigate once you have a family member in a nursing home.The best way to determine if a nursing home is a good one is to pay attention. Do the residents appear well cared for? ...
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Why I'm Not A Psych Nurse
2008-06-09 06:07:00
I had been a nurse for less than a year. I was 21 years old and my biggest challenge in nursing so far had been handsy old men with bronchitis. My first patient of the evening was a young woman admitted the diagnosis of dehydration. She had just come to the floor, so the off going nurse really didn?t have any information to give me about her. I bee-bop into her room and encounter an attractive girl in her mid to late 20?s sitting on her bed looking perfectly hydrated. I introduced myself and asked if there was anything she needed. What I got was this: hi how are you i just got here from a group setting in kansas city and then they sent me here because they said there was something wrong with me but i think i?m fine don?t i look fine i think i?m fine but i did have one question while i was there they were giving me vitamin b12 shots and i think i still need vitamin b 12 shots because it helps me stay at one with the world and my dad was here earlier and that?s why i?m here bec...
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Why I Shouldn't Speak to Retail Clerks
2008-06-06 04:01:00
So I was about 5 months pregnant with the Monkey when Mr. Honeybell and I were at the grocery store. It was June, hot as hell, and I was wearing a tank. Being my second baby I was definitely showing, but probably tipping the scales at about 135. I hadn?t quit smoking as early in the pregnancy as I would have liked, but by this time I was on my second month of wearing a nicotine patch. (Yes, I know Nicotine isn?t good for babies, but it?s better than smoking). While checking out the clerk looks at my arm and asks ?Is that that new weight loss patch?? It wasn?t until I got into the parking lot when I realized ?I?m not fat bitch! I?m pregnant!!? I?m at the gas station after hitting Starbucks with the Monkey. He?s gnawing away at a chocolate chip cookie when the clerk asks ?Did your mommy bake that cookie for you?? I laughed and replied that the friendly folks at Starbucks made it for him. She continued looking at Monkey and said ?Wow, that?s an expensive cookie. Your mommy m...
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Yeah. The Neighbors LOVE Us.
2008-06-02 06:52:00
I?ve posted a few times about our batshit crazy neighbors. Recently Mr. Honeybell and I were outside being obnoxious, so I warned him ?You know, we are probably creating blog fodder for someone else right now!? To save them the trouble, I've come up with some potential titles: · Does that woman never get dressed? I spend the majority of my life in my pajamas. Working night shift for 18 years will do that to you. Just imagine what you look like at 2 am, only you haven?t the sense to stay in bed. Or in the house for that matter. Poor Monkey Boy has started equating getting dressed with going bye bye. Because that's when we change out of our PJ's. All those people do is sit on their porch and smoke! ~Or~ They look like hookers! We don?t smoke in our house. It causes too many health problems for the boys, I don?t want the smell in the house, plus it?s the only time we can get away from the children. It?s like a little mini date. A co-worker of mine now has me...
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My Love Child With Clark Gable
2008-05-28 05:49:00
What was my biggest fear when I was pregnant with my very first beautiful baby boy? It had nothing to do with his health. I wasn?t worried about money, or being a first time mom. I was worried that I was going to have an ugly kid, and no one would tell me. I was terrified that I was going to be one of those parents forcing others to look at pictures of my ugly ass kid insisting ?Isn?t he CUTE??? My friends have assured me I?ve dodged that particular bullet. The kid is damned good looking. Then a couple of years ago I took Goofy to a uniform sale at work. Later that night my co-worker Donna mentioned how cute he was, then added ?but where did he get those ears?? What. The. Hell. There is NOTHING wrong with mah baby?s ears!! Of course I immediately checked out his ears when I got home the next morning. What did I find but DAY-UM! My little sunshine boy should have some excellent auditory abilities. I never really gave it a second thought, and I'm sure I would have heard...
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I'm Stalking You Back
2008-05-26 06:31:00
I posted a question on a blog forum when I first began blogging. I asked how to increase traffic on my blog, and where I could get statistic information. I was summarily blasted for daring to care about such superficial things. I was told that I should be ?blogging purely for the joy of writing?. I wonder why among some bloggers it?s such a terrible thing to want people to read our blogs? If we wanted a private personal journal wouldn?t we use a notebook and keep it under our mattresses? We are out here, bare for the world to see because most of us want to be seen. Ok MAYBE not, perhaps there are some pure souls out there that truly don?t care about their statistics. But I think most care at least a little. I on the other hand . . . I will admit here and now that I care A LOT. I love reading my stats. I have Google Analytics, Neoworx, Feedburner, blah blah blah. I obsess on who?s here, how long, where they came from, I want to know everything! I don?t think it has so mu...
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