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Is just a few minutes to write and shave my legs.
Yesterday I called H1 and I didn’t throw up from anxiety. This is amazing, people. I had my super friendly voice going, and it is hard to be really nasty to super friendly voice. He was annoyed that I needed permission to take Chicken on the cruise. He was annoyed that I wanted him to [...]
So now that I’ve got the big stuff out of the way, I have some good times to blog about, thanks to H1 (my first husband). Chicken hasn’t seen his dad since August. August of 2009. You might remember that I told H1 that he sucked big ole donkey dick over the phone that summer, [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
I’m making this post sticky in order to make sure everyone reads it. READ THIS. Okay? If you asked for the password related to adoption posts, you may have it. EVERYONE. Except my First Son and his parents. If you think that you might be my First Son or his parents, I politely request that [...]
Although I frequently want to blog about Adam having Asperger’s Syndrome I am stopped by the reactions that I get in real life. When I say that Adam does this or that thing, the person invariably says, “Oh he’s just being a man. That’s what men do.” I respond by saying, “No. This is not [...]
Oh man, you guys and gals. I was blown away by your thoughtful responses as well as the lurky people that came forward to say HELLO GIMME THE PASSWORD. I’ve done that a few times, and it is hard to get up the nerve to ask a person that does not know you for the [...]
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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 [...]