because I really can't get enough of myself

So this post will probably lose me a lot of respect and friends and possibly even a few phone calls to the Health and Welfare department. But I just feel like posting it, it's kind of like saying it outloud, but without having to watch someone's face react to the horror. And today, I really feel the need to say it outloud. So if you read this and don't feel like being friends anymore, I get it. With everyone's kids going back to school (and our school district being the last to start in the entire world, so I'm still sitting here dealing with summer child overload) I keep reading the posts about how mothers are sad to see their kids go, and how much they're going to miss them, and how much they absolutely love motherhood. Want me to tell you what I think about motherhood? I hate it. There are times when I hate it more than any other thing on the planet. And there goes most of my friends. But I'm sorry. I do. I hate being a mother. I don't hate my c

So I'm thinking that I should probably write something on the blog...weird how to keep readers you have to keep writing stuff for them to read. I mean, it makes sense, but if I ran the world people would just have to peruse my archives until they had every word memorized. What a joy that would be! (Lucky for you, I don't run the world. And I don't think the world is in danger of me running it at any time in the near future....unless something like that just happens to fall in your lap without any effort.) Nothing blog worthy is in my brain at the moment. And I don't really watch tv, so I can't even talk about that. OH WAIT. I watched some BBC Shakespearean type shows the other day on Netflix. They were like the popular Shakespeare stories, but told in modern times (or like 2005 when they were made, or whatever. That may or may not be when they were done, by the way. I really have no idea.) And you know, one of my celebrity crushes was in one. I've actually blo

You know what feeling I really hate? Numb eyeballs. It doesn't really hurt, it's just really weird. And it makes it really annoying to put contacts in when you can't even feel your eyeball. I got some new drops from my dr yesterday (they numb me twice each time I go, by the way, which is thoroughly annoying) and it's like putting liquid fire straight into my eyes. I get to use those drops twice a day now. Along with a couple other kinds of drops (one of which is like putting skim milk in my eyes.) For those of you new to my blog, you should probably know that I have Glaucoma. Yes, it's an old people disease. I am always the youngest person in the waiting room at the dr's office. And that's even including the people giving all of the old people rides. But it's in my genes, so liquid fire drops and numb eyeballs happen to me a lot. You know what is really frustrating? School clothes shopping for a first grader. (I'm switching gears...did that t

I'm working up the courage to go grocery shopping. I have to go to Winco. Where EVERYONE else shops. I hate crowds. They should really just make a store for me. I would probably allow a few of my friends to shop there too - but only if they each chipped in for extra cookies for me each time they went. We would always have sales at my store too. And it would probably be like a Super Target and have food and clothes and toys and stuff. Because I would hate to be selfish and have to have a whole other store for all that other stuff. I'm debating on whether I should offer for the whole family to go shopping with me. Except that's just beyond foolish, because what, am I insane? My whole family in a grocery store = bad news. The fact that the thought even crossed my mind proves how much I do not want to go. Clearly my brain is functioning on a non-rational plain due to the pressure of a very unwanted task. But the only other option is to hand Husband a list and then

This book is great. I was able to read it all on saturday. Being in the car for 4 hours helped - and the book helped me stay sane while in the car for those 4 hours (as my kids screamed from the back seats.) I loved the part about the duel. The outcome is funny and unlike any duel I've ever heard of. However, I'm not going to tell you what happened - you have to read the book to find out. My favorite part about this book was that the characters deviated from the rules of propriety just enough to make things interesting. But they weren't complete deviants, either. I really like Jane Austen books, but sometimes they are all so stuck in a shell of decorum that it gets frustrating. And I've also read some books where the characters were completely rule free (remember that historical Harlequin romance book I read - yeah....yikes.) I can't wait to see what Heidi has written for the next book. I saw on her blog the other day that she finished writing the manuscript, s

I have a tub spider. It likes to cling to the side of the tub and just wait for me to come in, completely unsuspecting, to jump out and attack me...or crawl across the tub. Whatever. But I never scream. Because I'm brave. Of course, I have to wash it down the drain before ever thinking about setting a toe in that tub. Because yikes - I've seen "Arachnophobia." You know the scene where the girl is in the shower and the spider drops down and can't get a grip through the soapy bubbles so it slides all the way down her naked body and you almost see obscene parts? I know what tub spiders are like. (Since that movie is clearly the code for all spiders of all kinds to follow - I'm sure they were all really ticked when it was made, because it gave away all of their secret spidey actions to get us humans.) The scariest part is that I never really know if the spider is gone. Because even though I've washed that thing down the drain multiple times, he always com