Whore at Heart
MY RECENT POSTS
- Parenting: It lasts forever
August 30, 2011 05:52PM - Breathe easy, You're
different!
January 11, 2011 03:32PM - Four sixteen
November 28, 2010 04:21PM - The truth
November 28, 2010 03:21PM - Septic tank sage part two
November 23, 2010 05:05PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “No one has mentioned the
used book market -- which is
huge,
and where I get 90
pe…”
September 11, 2010 02:07PM - “My thoughts exactly! How
much better than "What's so
happy
about it?"”
January 07, 2010 07:48PM - “Great article. Keep up
the irreverent conversations.
The
world needs more of
them…”
November 19, 2009 08:08AM - “Charles, that poem is
truly beautiful. I feel like
Wayne's
sidekick on Wayne's
Wo…”
October 27, 2009 02:58PM - “Donna, you truly have
the soul of a poet. You've
captured the
feeling I had
exact…”
October 20, 2009 11:01AM
Walmart wag's Links
Parenting: It lasts forever
Augh!
Everything I read about "Moms, Dads, and Parenting" has to do with kids -- usually the diaper crowd, which means parents int their 30s. Sometimes (not often) it's about parenting a tween, or teenager, guiding them through the labyrinth or social networking, video games or bullying. All well an… Read full post »
Breathe easy, You're different!
Rest assured parents of America – you and your family are TOTALLY different from Jared Loughner and his family! The following story was the top story on Yahoo news today, I've cut and pasted the paragraphs I feel are relevant -- those designed to reassure the rest of us. My… Read full post »
Four sixteen
So here I am. Kinda buzzed. And I'm trying to be normal? hahahahahahahaha! It's still light out. But I've switched to seltzer water and lemon juice. Called mother. She sounded out-of-it, and said she had "visitors." Aliens? Who the fuck knows?
The truth
OK. This thought has been running through my mind for some time now: I need to chronicle my battle with alcoholism. I think I'm pretty anonymous here, so I'll just tell it like it is.
I have a problem with alcohol. I love it too much. It's like a bad… Read full post »
Septic tank sage part two
As you may recall, for 23 carefree years, the Jackson family happily flushed the toilet, washed our clothing and our dishes and yes, even cleaned paint brushes. Sometimes mysterious holes would appear in our plaster walls and these would be filled, with that plaster stuff… Read full post »
The Saga of the Septic Tank
Part One
A little background before I leap into the story.
We have lived in this same old house for 34 years now. Originally, the house went with the farm that still surrounds it. Some time in the last 50 years a 2-acre chunk containing the… Read full post »
A garage sale, a princess and a wager
My current state of unemployment has prompted me to think of
ways to make some money, and what comes to mind to those whose
mindset is already predisposed toward trailer-trashness? Why a
garage sale of course!
Bear in mind though, that though I lean toward trailer-trashdom, I
also consider myself a pr… Read full post »
The train set that mocked me
I see that Salon is asking people to write about things they have made. About how in this age of the interwebs, making something has opened your mind to the real beauty of life, and has made you appreciate our foremothers and fathers.
At least I think that's what they… Read full post »
ADD? Lazy? Maybe a bit of both
I was just checking to see when my last post was, and Jesus! Two months??? What have I been doing? Well, I have traveled to Buffalo, hosted my mother-in-law for two weeks and tried to call my own mother every night; in addition to keeping a scrupulously clean and orderly house… Read full post »
Al & Nancy & Andy & Tipper
Today is my anniversary. I guess I should say "our anniversary" 'cause it does take two. We -- that's me and Andy -- have been married 34 years.
That's like 944 dog years or something; I don't know, 'cause I'm too lazy to pull up the desktop calculator, plus I… Read full post »
Mom Version 00.5: the Half-Assedness
I'd like to say I'm a "good mother," whatever that means, taking into consideration historical expectations and societal norms. And maybe, if one considers that I kept both my children from being eaten by predators, and at the same time kept them from eating their own -- or any other beings'… Read full post »
The Big Cheap Economic Treadmill
Since the beginning of the “Great Recession,” a period of time when I quit a semi-decent job and found to my astonishment that I had no marketable skills, I've been thinking about economics, the social implications of economics and how it all applies to me and by extension – my… Read full post »
Things I can't get out of my mind
These are thoughts about my father's death that I feel I can't share with anyone. Not because they are so awful, it's more that I think they are ubiquitous, but no one wants to acknowledge them.
Certainly not my friends on Facebook – that is the place for the cheery,… Read full post »
Dad
I knew it was coming, but I'm still having a hard time dealing
with the whole thing.
Last Friday at 2 p.m. -- one week ago today -- I talked to him. He
was of sound mind, but I knew there was no sound body to go with
the mind. At 6… Read full post »
Up On Cripple Creek
I know most readers of this blog know me an a sympathetic empath, so you may be surprised by this confession: For the last month or so husband has been complaining of heel pain, and while I listened and made sympathetic noises; I cavalierly dismissed his pain as normal aging; compounded… Read full post »
Ramblings of a Sandwich Women
The Sandwich generation
This has all been said so much better by other, better writers, but I'm gonna tell my story anyway. And I'm gonna use the word “gonna” even though it's not really a word. For all you people who recoil from the word gonna, it means “going… Read full post »
My sensitive son
The other day, son-two was still sleeping at 10:30 -- way longer
than normal -- so I decide to go up and see if he is still alive,
or if for some reason he died during the night.
The idea that your kids might die for no reason except that
they… Read full post »
“Jesus Fucking Christ, this is why I love my husband.”
In the interest of fairness, I feel I now need to put up a post entitled, “Jesus Fucking Christ, this is why I love my husband.”
So today we have a “Severe Weather Advisory” calling for 3 to 6 inches of snow. I hate snow. I hate winter, but most… Read full post »
I Love My Husband, but Jesus Fucking Christ!
Yes guys, it's time again for another post of ILMHDBJFC! Yesterday I looked at the living room rug. The useable area in our living room is 9 feet by 12 feet. and if you have a room that small you know it's not big enough. Add in the fact that I… Read full post »
♫It's Christmas Time♫ -- ♫In Bumfuck♫
So here we are, less than a week from Christmas, and I should be feeling something – happiness, excitement, wonder; or on the other side of the coin –sadness, dread, hatefulness. But what I'm feeling is nothing. A touch of dread maybe.
I feel like I've done this too… Read full post »
It's My Life and I'll Act Old If I Want To
I stumbled on to this blog which of course is WAY more popular than mine -- though I expect mine to go viral at any time.
Yeah, I have another blog. It's basically the same as this one, except I say fuck more. My other one is here.
Anyway, the name… Read full post »
What I'd give for the soul of a poet!
The sun is shining brightly, the leaves are gloriously colored and as I soak in my undersized, under-jetted hot-tub, I notice the Catalpa tree is shedding it's leaves rapidly.
The falling leaves are rather beautiful to watch -- although they are piling up on the deck, in an unsightly manner.… Read full post »
Big girls do Cry!
It's hard for me to show emotion. It's even harder for me to
watch other people having emotions -- but that's another
post.
But I cried the other day.
Big fat "Why me?" tears. The occasion? I needed a bra that fit.
Now I know, when you hit middle… Read full post »
Celebrity Deaths
I feel a compulsion to comment on the rash of celebrity deaths
lately.
First, I need to make clear that I am not, nor have I ever been, a
Michael Jackson fan.
To me, Michael Jackson was one of those two seventies groups who
sounded much alike. One was white and Mormon and… Read full post »
Ode to a regular guy
I only met him once, but he struck me as a regular guy. Here in the midwest, being thought of as a “regular guy” is a compliment.
Regular guys drive truck, work in factories, farm, work in agriculture related occupations, are plumbers, construction workers, etc. They generally don't wear… Read full post »
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