Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Help Me - I’m Addicted To “Mommy” Blogs
I’m gay. I don’t have any kids. I rarely see any little kids (sorry Bryce, I’ve been a bad lesbian neighbor/aunt), yet almost all the blogs I read regularly are Mommy Blogs. Sure, they’re the raunchy, cynical and angry ones, but they’re also funny. And sweet, in a “I’m so glad that kid’s yours, even though s/he is cute, because I want to use the bathroom alone and I want to be the stranger that looks at you in horror when your child is having a temper tantrum at the grocery store” way. All of my nieces & nephews are now teenagers, so they rarely do anything utterly cute. Sure, I marvel at how they’re growing up so quickly and how smart & funny they are, but when they get in trouble, it isn’t cute anymore.
(to be cont. - must go grocery shopping, now)
Oh, and AdSense, while I’m gone, please figure what my content is and quit giving me ads on grief counseling and flowers. I’m feeling a little angry these days, but I swear I’m not going to kill anyone, and then send flowers.
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I’m back. As I was stating up there ^, I’m a lesbian. But at the grocery store tonight (Vons in Centennial Hills), there was a dreamy guy shopping, alone. He looked like a combination of my cute next door neighbor (picture a white Derek Jeter) and Luka from ER. Be still my little lesbian heart.
Back to “Mommy” blogs. Perhaps I need to broaden my horizons, check out some single people. Oh wait a second, I’ve checked a couple of the miscarriage bloggers, and go figure, they’re funny, a lot of the time. I guess it’s like comedians—hardship oftens brings out the funny.
Ugh, pain has mostly been something that’s occasionally annoying since the Carpal Tunnel/Thoracic Outlet Syndrome of the early aughts. I now realize why the pain has been diminished. I haven’t tried lots of typing and coding and fiddling online. My forearms are now killing me, my elbows are burning, my fingers numbing. Crap, I really am 34% or whatever % they said, disabled. It’s kind of depressing. I’ve been enjoying the writing, even if no one is reading. It’s time to see if my custom-made (I so rock) wrist braces will help. I never thought I’d have to wear them again, even if they are the slickest looking braces around, in Maple Leaf blue—made even before I liked the Leafs. Hmmm.
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