Filed under Slice of this Nonsensical Life

SMTWTFS

At thirty-five years old I’ve become that person. I have one prescribed pill and until a week ago I was doing fine remembering to take it. Then, it happened. What every person with prescription medication fears, “Did I take my medication?” “Shit.” “Did I take my medication!?” It’s thirty minutes past the scheduled time. Panic … Continue reading

The Grim Reaper Makes For A Strange Best Friend

Rapid heartbeat, can’t breathe, nausea, vomiting, sweating, light-headed, arms tingling, and entire body shaking. Oh shit! What is this?! Sitting up in bed I grab my laptop. Google all of the above. Oh Gawwwd! HEART ATTACK. August 5, 2012  4:00 am My husband wakes up because I start making some sort of whining, oh Lord I’m gonna … Continue reading

Spam In A Can: A Love Story

Many people have yet to try this freakish godsend of Spam in a can. Just the mere mention of the word Spam to some people will bring on an over exaggerated mimicking of the vomiting process. My husband is one of those people. To some I say, don’t knock it ’till you try it, and … Continue reading

A Household Knocked On Their Ass

The best thing about the Thanksgiving holiday are the leftovers. The weeks worth of fabulous real meat sandwiches and grand full plate dinners. This year, my household had a weeks worth of a nasty stomach flu. When I should have been putting together creative new ways to present the same food items to my picky … Continue reading

My Heinous Guilty Pleasure: Reality Shows

In the 90’s I started watching The Real World like so many other innocent T.V. viewers.  Years later in the early 2000’s a little show called Survivor hit the air waves. Bit by bit more reality shows popped up like Big Brother and American Idol. Each show having its own niche. After the first seasons … Continue reading

One Ply WTH

Dear One Ply Toilet Paper, Why do you exist? If you were not around, then you wouldn’t be an option at the store for my husband to choose from. Do you not know that my twaticus will make you disintegrate. Why put either one of us through that. My husband cannot be expected to read … Continue reading

Babysitting

I’ve been babysitting a 9 year old boy as a favor for my husband’s co-worker since June 7. My daughter is visiting her father’s family so this at least occupies my mind while she’s gone. Watching Johnny is an adventure in itself. I kid you not, he was watching a program with a dancing segment and said, … Continue reading