Vernon Robert Wells

June 20, 1925 - May 31, 2007
Rest in Peace
Just live that life. It doesn’t matter whether it is life or hell, life of the hungry ghost, life of the animal, it’s okay; just live that life, see. And as a matter of fact no other way. Where you stand, where you are, that’s what your [...]

Brain spewage

It's a day of uncertainty.  When I'm uncertain, my brain goes on overdrive.  I'm just gonna spill it all here.
 
So here's the deal with being a birth professional - time is wonky.  For example, in most other jobs, you know when you will be going to work, *where* you're going to work, how long you'll [...]

Phone wars, Round 1

Has been officially won by my client.
The phone rang this morning at 7.
Contractions started at 4 am.
In her back.
 
Oy.
 
It's gonna be a long one, folks.
 
 
 

To the leader of BU

Since my girl, DDFF, cannot rightly express herself as much as she wants at the moment, I’m sending my boyfriend to do the job for her.

Standing in the Correction Corner

I stand corrected — turns out I DO like the random chit chat — if it comes from the right people.
 
The homeschool picnic was wonderful - a zillion kids playing in the rain, good talks with the Mamas.
 
I believe it's time to re-invest in our homeschool group.  There were not many kids Duck and Stealth's [...]

Blogarhythms

I need to get in the shower.  There's a homeschool picnic sort of thing this afternoon and, while I'm not really excited about going, I know it will be good for Duck and Stealth.  I just really dislike the whole chit chat crap that goes on with parents at things like this.  It's what I've [...]

Translation

 Libertas et natale solum.
 
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.
 
– Jonathan Swift

Aint it the truth?

About the time we can make ends meet, somebody moves the ends.  

 
 
 
 – Herbert Hoover

Well, I’ve done that now, time to move on

So yesterday I wrote the poor, woe is me post about everything that is wrong with my life and how I wanted to fix it all with booze.
 
And last night I did take care of it, for the time being, with beer.
 
And now I've done that and don't need to do it again.
 
With every crisis, [...]

sometimes things just suck ass

Remember when we were younger?  Remember when we could have some sort of crisis and deal with it at a bar, tits out, tabs paid for?
 
Things ain't the same these days.
 
I'm 31, married, mother of two, friend to zillions, enemy of some (I don't even care enough bout them to count.)  I'm a professional, a [...]