Ten Months You Silly Goose
Remember when I got all riled up about the jackass physicians’ assistant Geraldine and her recommendation to night wean Coop (and every other baby) once they hit ten pounds? I left a written message at the office and the head doctor of the practice called me right back. Of course I was in the middle [...]
Ten Pounds
During one of Egg’s doctor visits to check his poor ears we had an appointment with a new person. I’m going to call her Geraldine. We’ve been going to this office for about a year, and really like the two PA’s we had previously met. They have been on board with delayed vaccinations, Coop’s home [...]
*Squeeesh*
So, we know that I make up ridiculous stories all the time, right? Not here, on Sam’s Stories, but in my everyday nerdy twelve year old boy life that I live while being a thirty-seven year old woman raising three boys. In my house we have this thing, whenever someone is put down, insulted, or [...]
OMG I SO Have PTSD
September 10th was World Suicide Prevention Day. It was also twenty-two years, one month, and one day after my boyfriend committed suicide. I’ve blogged part of the story here and here. (If you’re not in the frame of mind to deal with a graphic account of a suicide, please don’t read those posts.) At the [...]
I’m Not Telling
Southern California is in the midst of Weather. Our annual week of Rain Like Fucking Hell and then no more rain for a year, which results in many accidents “ZOMG RAIN!!” and flooding because our ground does not absorb water. This coincided neatly with my drive to San Diego today. Luckily, I have an AWD [...]
Dessert
I found out tonight from Kuroneko-Hime’s Twitter stream that I’m not the only gluten intolerant person that gets bitter about Thanksgiving. Maybe it is because Thanksgiving meal is full of such wonderful memories of food and family (or at least food) that to miss out on it hurts. A lot. And when you’re (allegedly) pregnant [...]
I Love Doctors And Don’t You Wish You Had Balls?
Sooooo….what up? Nothing much here, just stuff…doing…the usual. Mostly trying to figure out how the bloody fucknut to write this post because OMG. I’ll start with the simply ridiculous and go progressively more difficult, okay? I found an in-network audiologist by simultaneously calling our insurance company and utilizing the search engine on the company’s website. [...]
Now I Hate My Insurance Company. Even More.
I took a xanax, hiked up my huevos and called the administrators of my insurance company. My doctor warned me that typically insurance does not cover speech therapy until a child is two years old. However, my insurance company covers speech therapy only when…. IT DOES NOT INVOLVE A DEVELOPMENTAL DELAY. So now I get [...]
Fucking Hookers
Dear eSticker.com, Seriously? I do not use stickers very often in my current scrapbooking and card making endeavors. When I do use them, I prefer to purchase them in a storefront as this allows me to touch and closely eyeball the product. I don’t buy stickers online EVAR. So when I try to unsubscribe from [...]
What The FUCK?
This picture from Ugliest Tattoos is my way of showing you what the past few days have been like for me. You know when shit just get so fucked up and crazy that a picture of a tramp stamp that says, “Cum Slutt” just fits? Yeah, that’s my life right now. You see, once upon [...]
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