Draw Something Else
My sense of humor could best be described as sophomoric, ridiculous, and full of penis. I frequently make up stories, talk for animals, and call people by made up names. I call Chicken’s home hospital teacher from last semester Mr. Twinkletoes. I have no reason to call him anything but Mr. + his last name, [...]
And Then: More Corn
Tonight in the car I wondered if a person could actually be depressed from being sick for an extended period of time. And then I laughed and laughed and laughed. And then chuckled some more. Hello, my name is Sam and I have had a chronic illness (fibromyalgia) since 1999. However, I don’t feel like [...]
Double Rainbow
I’ve been processing some stuff for a while, and haven’t found the way to blog it well. Which means that I’m giving myself writer’s block at a time where I have a lot to say about other things, for fuck’s sake. The only way around this is a quick and dirty post. Then I can [...]
Breastfeeding, Not Breathing, Colds, Babies and Addicted Toddlers
For those of you that have not been hanging around Sam’s Stories for years, in 2006 my father died. He had been dying, in bits and pieces for years. First there were years of chronic bronchitis, years of emphysema, years of steroids and endless inhalers. Dragging around oxygen, setting himself on fire that one time [...]
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 [...]
Crying In Public
I don’t remember if I was overly emotional when I was pregnant with Chicken, but I do remember not being weepy with Egg. Every time I heard a pregnant woman writing on the innernets about crying while watching commercials for deodorant I was mystified. With this pregnancy, I completely understand. I cry watching regular television. [...]
Zoloft FAIL
So hi! What up, yo? I’m blogging from my phone tonight because I can’t be bothered to get out of my cozy bed and find my laptop. Also, Adam is snoring next to me and I think he needs a good kick. In the balls. Hang on a moment. Okay, I’m back. Apparently yanking your [...]
Park Day
I try to do as much with Egg and Chicken as I physically can each day. Lately, as I am off of all my fibromyalgia medications I have found that planning one day to do things and the next day to relax at home works well for me. Of course, relaxing at home still means [...]
Rain, Rain, Go The Fuck Away
Note: It just rained. My body is fucking killing me. I took two darvocets. The following writing I cannot be held responsible for in any way including a lack of spelling skills, grammar issues, run-on sentences, and general fuckery of the English language. 1) Watching Bones and a character just used the term, “bump uglies.” [...]
Flyin’ High Muthafuckers
I’m not sure why motherfucker or any of its permutations have been so pervasive in my posts lately. I’m not even sure if that sentence made sense, exactly. I am sure that I am SO NERVOUS about flying to Austin tomorrow that my stomach is saying “RAWR” in a many trips to the potty way. [...]
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