Going Off the Rails

– Posted in: Chronic Pain, Crazy Tammy, Elfie, Family, Holidays, Life is Dangerous, Newt, Parenting, Personal Insanity, The Kids are Killing Me, Time, Uno

So I've cracked open the Halloween candy (managing to hold off for five whole hours after buying it) because I'm self-medicating with chocolate.  I've never really thought of myself as an "emotional eater" (and, seriously, I hate all of that psycho-mumbo-jumbo, not because it's untrue but because it's been so done to death by talk [...]

You Gotta Know When to Hold It

– Posted in: Cleaning, Personal Insanity, School, The Kids are Killing Me, Time, Working for Pay, Writing

The kids are back in school, which means I theoretically have more time to sit and stare at my computer screen with the hope of getting something done.  It comes as no surprise that the sudden lack of beasties around the house has significantly boosted my concentration level.  It's sort of like the difference between [...]

Thank you, Thank you, Sam-I-Am

– Posted in: Chronic Pain, Cranky Tammy, Crazy Tammy, Depression, Mouths of Babes, Newt's Story, Parenting, Personal Insanity, The Kids are Killing Me

I don't know if it's because we're coming up to the end of summer, but I've been reading a lot of blog posts about how quickly childhood slips away and how parents need to cherish every moment of it.  And I really have to say. . . it's kind of starting to piss me off.Not [...]

Cereal Killer

– Posted in: Autism Recovery, Chronic Pain, Cranky Tammy, Depression, Momless, Money, Newt's Story, Parenting, Personal Insanity, The Kids are Killing Me, Working for Pay

I've had one of those weeks where you sort of feel like a really bad traveling carnival -- the kids look at you and think you should be fun, but when in comes down to it, you're actually just a  bunch of thinly spread out rides that need paint, could breakdown at any moment, and [...]

Fountain of Youth

– Posted in: Cancer Sucks, Chronic Pain, Cleaning, Getting Older, Mom dying, Okay That's Funny, Parenting, Personal Insanity, The Kids are Killing Me

A friend sent me a list of funny stuff that ended with, "How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?" This is one of those annoying, esoteric questions that make me think too hard while driving on the freeway. Am I supposed to consider my surroundings like the mortgage and [...]