Don’t you just love the things our fucked-up brains can say? I’ve struggled with disordered eating for years, always resisted doing anything other than will-powering it until last fall, when my doctor convinced me to let him set me up with a plan that included medication. Like you, I didn’t want to take it because it…

You definitely weren’t in the wrong. I moved into a new apartment last year and I’ve had to deal with my mom wanting to bring this friend of hers or that one over to ‘show them the layout’. I put up with it for a few family friends, but then I had to say no, and she didn’t take that well. But it’s your place, so you…

Kidlet was born at 32wks in 1998 (3lb, 4oz) and I remember those first months afterwards. I was a young mom at 22, too young really to know about all the complications that could easily accompany preemies. I remember hearing things about brain bleeds, apnea, and a hole in his heart and being scared to death of all of…

D’awwwww! Here’s Joss, begging to get up on the chaise while I try to make it up with blankets (doing a test run tomorrow for what it will be like after my operation). He had a big day today - first he got taken to class where he acted like a wild thing and barkbarkbarked, and then he went off to get a bath at our…

Go you with the weight loss! Which logger are you using? I know MyFitnessPal has a lot of restaurants available, and it’s helped with the times I’ve eaten out since I started with my eating plan. Definitely second the advice about veggies, and something I’ve started doing recently is ordering a salad starter, then…

I finished Kidlet’s cross stitch! It’s the first completed project I’ve done in years, and it’s really got me fired up to do more. Here it is, from April’s Rag Tag box:

So very true. Coming from a long line of Southerners myself, I knew there was the very real probability that there had been slave owners in my family, but it was brought very seriously home to me when I started researching the family tree and came across a census record. Seeing someone you’re even distantly related to…

I know I’M a horrible liar, but then I’m also a woman, so maybe I’m lying about how good I am? And that’s how good we are, that we can lie about that to ourselves? Or some such shit. Something tells me that’s what an asshat like this would say.

Oh, absolutely. The man who provided the inspiration read it over and gave me several pointers, and I know I’ll be going through future vettings as well. I figure I’m still a good year-plus being able to call it done enough to send in for publishing, since there’ll certainly be rewrites and changes down the line. But…

Gah. Every time this woman’s name comes up, I just want to facepalm. Spokane’s a conservative town (that will probably never really be a city) and she’s doing it no favors at all.

To quote my dog trainer: “Squirrels were MADE to taunt dogs. They even bounce when they move!”

Add to that elementary and junior high schools in CA in the 80s. I think that was the toilet paper of choice for public schools back then.

My dad goes by BJ, but that’s actually BETTER than his given name, which is suuuuuuuuuper rednecky. Still, it made learning what the common reference was rather... awkward, especially when introducing boyfriends to him. (Although his not-so-subtle shotgun case that somehow always magically seemed to appear in the room…

Oh yes! And Hellfire, from Hunchback - that and the opener were really the standout moments of that whole crappy film for me.

Yes to all of this, especially the part about them making more sizes. And educating their salespeople about said sizes. I can’t count the number of times I’ve gone into VS with a friend and had the saleswoman try to convince me to get one of their pushup bras. A good look down at my (very ample) chest and then a ‘are…

Okay, so this might be a bit strange, but when Kidlet and I moved to our old apartment, he was two. About 3-4 months in, he was in his room and I could hear him talking. Not just the endless stream-of-consciousness play of a toddler, either. He was pausing, like he was expecting someone to answer him. When I went in…

I think I’m now going to start listing Legumian on forms as my religion... lol. But really, I was floored by the total tone-deafness of that action. In our household’s case, we don’t bother with Easter because it’s a religious holiday (far more so than Christmas, as I see it) and we aren’t that religion. Simple as…

Yeah, I was not a happy camper over that, and I think it showed. No Easter basket did not equal abuse, but you couldn’t tell that from her reaction when she asked what I was putting in his and I just went ‘I’m not. We don’t celebrate that holiday.’

I am from just that culture, and like a lot of Southern kids, I’m ashamed to say I went through a Dixie phase, where I tried to argue the constitutionality of states’ rights and the wrongs done during Reconstruction. But I was 14. And as is widely understood, 14 year olds are, by and large, assholes. Thankfully it…

Exactly. 45* has every intention of turning the CBP and ICE into his brown shirts, and we need to be saying that over and over and over again (since I’m sure we’re all headed for the camps eventually)