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Lauren's still confused but going with it
My work is seasonal. If this was year-round, I'd have a mental break down. Just toss me in the looney bin and chuck the key.THankfully, the end of the season shines like a beacon, only three months away.
Our 'yard' at our old house was about 3 acres and I thought that was hell. One acre (nearly) was swamp, thank god, and two were yard. I just mowed everything. We only had a push mower though. Took me an entire day to do the back two acres and the front. I hated that yard. Gardens? No way.
well would you rather tend to a garden or the 15 screaming children?i think somedays i would take the garden and others the children, but all of it makes me tired.
Um...today? The garden. For sure. Baby has a mystery rash. She had it a week ago, but it started going away and now she's covered in it. My stepson called last night and told us his mom thinks he has impetigo, and he's coming tomorrow. She hasn't taken him to a doctor. It's free woman!! Take the kid to a doctor. Jeepers.So I'll be disinfecting all weekend.
um... that sentence that you just uttered makes me want to be a canadian.it's free.
Yes, we are lucky. The only problem is we are seriously lacking in doctors. Why? Not enough money apparently.
Well, when you think about it, the family doctors available now (in Ontario at least) work 5 days each week, the more dedicated also work after hours at hospitals, clinics etc. a few nights each week. They are saying that the government isn't paying them enough to work those hours. Many have moved to the States because there is potential to make a lot more money. It's sad. I wish the reason for being a doctor was a deep love of humanity, but it seems to be money.Our government has a program they're running now where they'll pay for the doctor's education if they promise to practice in Canada. That would be a legally binding promise of course. I wish that were being offered when I was deciding what to do with my life. Jeeze.
i'm sure they make a comfortable living, it's just greed that overcomes people, and envy, american doctors can and do make a lot of money, but it's at the expense of the american people and the health care system. they provide a very important service, but honestly i find some doctors, particularly plastic surgeons make obscene amounts of money and don't neccessarily care much for their patients, it's just in the pursuit of the almighty dollar, which is not really a rewarding reason to do anything. there are plenty of doctors that do it for all the right reasons, but there is an element of competitiveness and fairness that makes it that much harder, if one person does a crap job and makes more money than you, it makes you feel devalued. it's all about wants and needs, the jerk who wants to make 5 million dollars a year doesn't need that much money, and the person who needs to be compensated fairly ends up with this overly inflated income because of those people who were initially greedy and it just continues to spiral out of control. i think that's true for all industries, that there are those who want to work and have their work valued, and in our society the "best" measure of worth is monetarily, and i think its sad and wrong but thats just me.
500 words today so far with a purpose. i don't count all the posts and reviews and edits. but i wrote a random little 500 word short, edited it an posted it under my timed writing thread. it's called "Mortimer Mouse", it's about a mouse that is a little more than average.
Who counts posts and reviews? I don't, just writing. Actual writing that contributes to my stories.
Oh and blogs. I do count when I make a new blog post. Which isn't often.
if we counted posts and reviews i think you and i would have like, 12 million words this month.
mortimer mouse, is like a children's story, about your parents being stupid if they are not supportive.sorry ADD moment.
s'ok. We all have those moments. My stepson's mother called, her mom took him to the doctor. Impetigo. Yep. Great. F#$%^^* lovely. He's a mass of sores and blisters and bacteria. I cannot deal with this. The flu is bad enough. The bonus is, we have him Monday, so I can't take any kids. Sorry, crying baby who is really sick and who should see a doctor. Your mom will have to take the day off and go to that doctor and get you fixed up.
I'm a little off my rocker at the moment. Three days of hour after hour of crying(the baby) and the two year old isn't a treat either. She's going through a "I'm going to scream over every little thing because I can. And then when I get a time-out, I'm going to do that boneless thing so no matter where you put me I slide into a heap on the floor and i'll still be screaming because I'm two and i can do that." I wondered if I did it too, what would they do? I'm going to try it next time.It's quiet now, but Kurt is going to ball soon so it will be crazy soon. I need a long vacation. I haven't written a thing the past two days, because I've been too tired and crazy to focus. Oh well. Life, right?
i know how you feel.not about the children, mine are replaced by angry gay men and confusion. and the most assinine questions on the planet assinine has become my favorite word this week because of all the assinine things that happen here.
on a side note, my boss is out sick. my tech support went home early. my co-worker who i normally have dinner with is in sacramento at some union meeting summit craziness, so it's just me and the security guards, while all the other departments run around like chickens with their heads cut off, but its friday and for whatever reason unless we have a show, friday is the slowest day ever and so i have been here for four hours and have answered maybe 5 phone calls, returned a phone call, and given the deposit to the chick who comes from the other building to pick it up. oh and i got dinner an hour early because i was hungry and ordered way too much chinese/thai food and they didn't give me chopsticks so i have been eating crispy duck with my hands because you can't eat it with a fork, it has bones in it, like everywhere.
oh and my fortune cookie says, "You will spend many years in comfort and material wealth."
if you do the fortune cookie in bed, does that mean i am supposed to become a gold digger or a whore??
Gold digger takes some time. you may have to consider pushing a man into death a little faster.Whore is cash now. If you're motivated I'm sure after say five years you'd be able to retire.
depends on the marketing and investments.
that's true, if you market yourself well, you could be done in a year. But you'd be one busy whore. No vacation and definitely no sick days.Now a gold digger is investing from the beginning. You're sort of putting all your eggs in one basket. The plus to this though, is it's only one man you have to endure. Not every man. Hmmm...I'd take gold digger. At least you don't have to shave your legs like every single day.
or you market yourself to fetishist charge like 5 times as much as a normal whore and never shave your legs.
hey, it'd be like That 70's show. Oh, you said legs. Never mind. I'm sorry everyone that I just went there. I'll go scrub my brain and come back with clean thoughts.
hey, there's nothing wrong with being natural, and protecting your body from the elements or abbrassions.ok that's just wrong, i apologize in advanced.
dammit, has anyone seen my tinfoil hat.
Sometimes I don't shave my legs in the winter because it's warmer that way. Is that wrong? I don't think so. Kurt has adjusted.
There you go, like all animals, the human female must adapt to the climate around her. She goes through great pains to remove all but the hair on her head during warmer months. In fact, many females go to extremes to have the most hair on their heads at all times. In the winter the human female is free to allow nature to take care of her. Covering her in luxurious, thick hair. No need to light a fire here, the friction of her hairy legs rubbing together causes enough smoke to warm both the female and her mate.
I'm tired. Can you tell?
not at all, says the girl who quoted a doris day movie in one of the threads yesterday, and i am pretty sure everyone is stumped. atleast your stream of consciousness or unconsciousness is less awkward.
I used to write like that all the time. I didn't realize it was a writing technique then. I should do it more like I used to. It was fun.
Oh sorry, stream of consciousness. I did know what a quote was. I didn't write those for fun, let me tell you. Man, you have to be all exact and not screw up any words or they're like "I didn't say that, she's crazy. Making shit up."No. I never wrote quotes for fun. That would be just plain wierd.
i wrote this 5 act melodrama play to help get me over a breakup with the still love of my life and in it there was a scene where she was contemplating getting an abortion and he was contemplating suicide and they run into each other in a park, and its the two of them on oppossite sides of the stage, reciting quotes to themselves as a means of coping and trying to figure out what to do next.i was a strange kid, ask kate.
Yep that is kind of wierd. Reciting quotes? That would be interesting. You still love him? That's wonderful and sad all at the same time.
yeah, there will never be closure on that relationship.we were too young, i wasn't ready to be with him and i broke up with him because i thought he was gay.
turns out he's pretty much the only one whose still straight out of my exs.
Interesting. Either you really like gay guys, or you are way too much for straight guys.
um... i think a little of collumn A and a little of collumn B and a lot of collumn C.Collumn C- Gay guys that are afraid to admit they are gay, find my openess and accepting nature a comfortable and safe place to be when they decide to come out. I am like their gateway drug to homoland.
You need to save that to use again. "Gateway drug to homoland." That's great. So for my exes, I was the gateway drug to asshole land. They were nice guys until they got comfortable in the relationship. Then bang, asshole.
yeah i have that too, they are all either assholes or pussies, or for me homos.i think its like a virus, lays dormant then one day poof asshole.
i just want a nice straight man who can catch spiders and doesn't squeal if he sees a mouse.
Kurt's okay with mice, it's bats that creep him out. He's eaten moths and other creepy crawlies, chased me with snakes and stuff, but a bat will send him running. Bats and puke, he just cannot handle.
thats kind of awesome.oh i posted an updated mary vs. moses in the critique thread. with a note that its really just for your benefit, since i think you are the only one who cares enough to read it.
Cool, although I doubt that I'm the only one. I'll look at it tomorrow and give you my thoughts. I gots to get to bed very soon.
gary just commented, he liked it, and how i took his note.
I saw that. I went for a peek before I head to bed. Interesting. Olive branch? It's okay to take it. I'm sure there will be more reasons to go vent in the sandbox later. Like when you post Mary vs Allah.
oh, how awkward would that be. it would be worse if it was mary vs. muhammed.
THis conversation is awesome.THe places your brains go... too funny.
Renee- you said about the tantrums: " I wondered if I did it too, what would they do? I'm going to try it next time."
I've done that. I've gotten to the point where I've just had it! SO I laid down on the ground and threw the biggest hissy fit I could (feet and fists and everything)
It shocked the crap out of my then 1, 2, & 3 year-olds. Now when they think about throwing a fit (they are 8,9,10) I offer suggestions about how to do it better.
"WHy don't you throw yourself down on the floor over there and kick your feet a bit? I bet if you screwed your face up a little more you could get your tongue to stick out while you yell"
I'm thinking it's a great idea. I'll do that when my girls get fighting too. Kennedy has started screaming like the two year old every time she's pissed. She gets mad really easily, she's like her dad.
I had 2 acres once after a fight. Does that count?
I'm sure you've got big pumkins though. I can just pictures them... oh youre weeding, yes. i'm sure that is a nasty job. you keep it.
I'm sure you've got big pumkins though. I can just pictures them... oh youre weeding, yes. i'm sure that is a nasty job. you keep it.
Andy wrote: "I had 2 acres once after a fight. Does that count?I'm sure you've got big pumkins though. I can just pictures them... oh youre weeding, yes. i'm sure that is a nasty job. you keep it."
that sounded real slutty to my just arroused brain. i just woke up.
Henry wrote: "Hi confused Lauren, just dropping by to say hello and that I know where you live here now. I love your thread name by the way. "
thanks henry, welcome to the tangent.
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My job normally drives me apeshit, but working 40 hours this week instead of 20 hasn't been the nightmare i anticipated, because i actually felt like i was working. my commute was not relatively the same length as my shift and without the other person there, i actually had work to do that didn't involve playing spider solitaire. though i have done that too.