Ritalin is the stuff of the gods, and babies don't need toys. Or sleep, apparently.

Sigh. Finally broke the posting streak; I missed yesterday.

( Day 11, a day late )

( Day 6; nothing good here )

As some of you know I struggle with my weight. For me it's both physical and emotional; I both have an unhealthy attitude towards my body and my weight, and I actually am overweight. Sure, I'm muscular and large framed, but when you get down to it, I'm also fat. I could go into the reasons for this (my father's family is large and muscular and ( Read more... )

One March or April afternoon of my freshman year of college I received a call from my father. My Uncle Pat, who was down at Duke undergoing yet another experimental treatment for his glioblastoma multiforme (stage 4 malignant brain tumors), had responded badly to the treatment. He was too weak, and the treatment had placed him on the brink of death ( Read more... )

In response to a recent post, cathyr19355 sent me to my new favorite site, Waiter Rant. I've been reading it off and on for days, slowly making my way through the back entries.

I just saw this entry, and thought it deserved some attention.I have had several friends who have found themselves in this situation. The relationship ends, and they suddenly have a ( Read more... )

Question:

What does marriage mean to you? And divorce?

Jerks. (Gacked from sarcasticpixie.)

On an utterly unrelated note, I am sometimes so afraid of becoming another chump woman who believes she's different. I am afraid to be happy. Why is that? Why do I have so much fear in me?

Fear is the path to the dark side.

::cue Darth Vader breathing::

;)