Air Supply

– Posted in: Chronic Pain, Personal Insanity

So today (actually yesterday since it's after midnight as I'm writing this), I spent the morning at yet another marathon dentist appointment. Then I had a mammogram and a bone density scan. And then I came home and fell asleep for three hours.I haven't been feeling very well. In typical fashion, I like to pretend [...]

One More Best Day

– Posted in: Cancer Sucks, Chronic Pain, Crazy Tammy, Grief, Grown-up Friends, Mom dying, Personal Insanity, Sappy Tammy

So for the past two days, you could say I've been a bit weepy.Okay, that's actually not even close to accurate. "Weepy" implies some moments of tearing up. Maybe there's a tissue involved, but usually you can get away with a finger wipe. What I'm experiencing is more. . . sobbing. Yes, hysterical sobbing. That's [...]

Goodbye Summer, It’s Been Nice

– Posted in: Chronic Pain, Family, Parenting, Personal Insanity, School, Vacation

We celebrated our last official day of summer vacation today with some classic Americana: swimming, barbecuing, and getting together with friends. Norman Rockwell would've been proud. Granted, he probably would've been a little disappointed by the hoards of kids lying around en masse, playing games on iPhones. Or our family wasting its final summer evening [...]

Baking Lessons

– Posted in: Blogging, Chronic Pain, Cranky Tammy, Crazy Tammy, Dogs, Nevada, Personal Insanity, Road Trip, School, Travel, Vacation, Writing

So here's where I am right now. . .• We just got home from an eight-day, second annual Nevada road trip (this time to Vegas), and my house looks as though mythical creatures who secretly live underneath my carpet have finally shown themselves and puked up the following: dirty laundry that smells like casino smoke [...]

Writing a Blank

– Posted in: Blogging, Chronic Pain, Family, Forgetting, Growing Up, Grown-up Friends, Mawage, Personal Insanity, Time, Working for Pay, Writing

I'm having one of my typically partly sunny days.On the one hand, it's kind of been like my birthday. The Empress, over at Good Day Regular People, featured me in her "Get To Know Thursdays." I don't want to get all hyperbolical on everybody, but you know how they honor people at awards shows with [...]

And it wasn’t even in a hay bail. . .

– Posted in: Chronic Pain, Cleaning, Crazy Tammy, Forgetting, Mawage, Personal Insanity

If you watch The Amazing Race, you're quite familiar with "Roadblocks." Quick explanation: teams of two people get clues at various points around the world and try to make it to designated finish lines. Usually the last team to the "pit stop" is eliminated. This goes on until the last episode when the final three [...]

Could be Worse. Could be Puppies.

– Posted in: Chronic Pain, Cleaning, Complaining, Cranky Tammy, Elfie, Family, Worst Mom Rants, Writing

I had a nice, semi-sentimental post brewing about how I'm feeling much better after getting over the kick-my-ass virus and how I'm agonizing over the Japan earthquake/tsunami/nuclear meltdown situation. But instead, I'm just going to bitch.Despite several very bright spots in my day, I've decided I'm just irritated. I realize my house hasn't been swept [...]

Something to Believe In

– Posted in: Bright Side of Life, Chronic Pain, Complaining, Depression, Elfie, Family, Illness, Mouths of Babes, Newt, Personal Insanity, Sappy Tammy

So I've been sick for about ten days with some killer, government-created, genetically-modified supervirus that strolled over to my microbiology beach and kicked protoplasm in the face of my flu shot. To say this is getting me down would be an understatement. Those scenes from Beaches with Barbara Hershey lying around the house, barely able [...]

Next Year. . . Book Markers

– Posted in: Angry Tammy, Chronic Pain, Crazy Tammy, Elfie, Holidays, Homework, Newt, Personal Insanity, School

I got really angry today. Really, really angry. I was like a big ball of rage that was ready to blow up all over everybody, and I basically had to send myself to my room and hyperventilate to keep from strangling someone. Why?Valentine's cards.The kids' school requires them to make all of their own Valentine's [...]