Archive for the ‘Society’ Category
I had lunch with my mom today and I mentioned that you gave up part of a football game last night to watch a movie with me. The girls were asleep and we don’t get to hang out as much as we used to at night, but I was still kind of surprised because it was a big game. (The winning team will be playing in the Super Bowl). Even I considered watching the game instead of watching George Clooney (but only for a few seconds because then I remembered that it’s George Clooney). Keep reading this post »
If you look in your backyard, you’ll probably see big, thick wires that are horizontally connected to poles. I have no idea what they are called; I think they‘re called “electrical wires.” Anyway, some years ago I was delivering food for Meals On Wheels in downtown Detroit with a bunch of my friends and we were assigned to some very sketchy neighborhoods. There is one house in particular that sticks out in my mind. I remember that I could plainly see a pit bull in the back yard, running back and forth…on a tether…that was tied to an electrical wire.
AN ELECTRICAL WIRE.
So I called 911. Keep reading this post »
It’s very rare for someone to tell you to your face how they truly feel about you. It’s rare because it’s not an easy thing to do. Somebody once told me to my face that I’m “mean.” I was rather stunned because usually those kinds of things are reserved for behind-the-back lashing and also, I didn’t agree with her. Keep reading this post »
I walked into a conversation not too long ago and one of the women was saying that the day she gave birth was the best day of her life. Well, it wasn’t for me. It sucked. I was in labor for 16 hours and the pain was unbearable. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain but at one point, I seriously thought I was going to die, and then I just wished I would. I kept asking, begging, yelling for an epidural but every nurse who came into my room told me that I’d have to wait until I was dialated to 4 cm. Screw you and your 4cm. Find a way to get me there. They did, but it took 8 hours. Eight hours of HELL.
The best day of my life? I don’t think so. Keep reading this post »
When I was little, I used to love to go to my dad’s office. He would give me paper and put me in the conference room with a phone, some pens and a stapler so I could “work.” As I got older my trips became less frequent, but there is one visit that I will never forget. Keep reading this post »
My little one and I were at my friend “Caren’s” house the other day. While our kids were busy playing with matches, Caren and I were stuffing our faces with cookies and chatting. I told Caren, in between bites, that I’m a bit concerned about what’s going to happen when I no longer know the answers for the questions my kids ask.
When my 4-year-old asked what “blind” meant the other night, I was very happy and proud of myself because I knew the answer. I’ve been pretty lucky so far. I have known just about everything she has asked, but she is only four. My days are numbered. Keep reading this post »
In my group of friends one of the guys is single. He is good looking, classy and really funny. He is a great catch, if you can catch him. His name is “Tanto.” Everyone who knows and loves Tanto only wants him to be with someone as great as he is, but we know in our hearts that once that happens, we have a 50/50 chance of losing him.
Whoever she is. Keep reading this post »
I was walking out of a restaurant with my mom and my two young daughters when we ran into a very good friend and her little dog. The girls were all over the dog and my mom was all about my friend, so I figured it was OK to answer a text from my husband. Was that kind of rude? Yes. Was I cheetah-fast in my text response? Absolutely. Did it matter? No. I got busted. My friend busted me. I heard her say something about how I was busy answering a text, but I was very fast and it wasn’t my fault! I can’t ignore my husband. He needs me. Plus, it was very important. Keep reading this post »
I took my youngest daughter, Lovey, in for her 2-year-old check up the other day. The doctor’s office is in Petosky, Michigan, a cute little town about 45 minutes away so I decided to make a day of it.
Lovey was due for several vaccinations but I won’t do more than two at a time. I had to choose between Hep A, Hep B, MMR and DTaP. I decided to go with the Hep A shot because “A” comes before “B” and I went with the DTaP over the MMR because we are currently living at an overnight camp for kids and I figure the chances of Lovey stepping on something potentially harmful greatly outweigh the chances of a Rubella outbreak. Keep reading this post »
The term “playdate” has always been of interest to me. There aren’t many like it in the English language. It is the only term I can think of that is filled with formality, necessity and stupidity all at the same time. Keep reading this post »
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