Sorry. Sorry I haven’t posted lately. Sorry I’ve been sitting around feeling sorry for my oh-so-bourgeoisie self and pondering my very-first-world problems. SORRY!
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The reason I haven’t posted much, even though I do have some time on my hands (read: between projects at work and running out of silly jobs like cleaning the cubicle), is I’m afraid of what I might say. That is, I’ve found myself frequently annoyed and pissed off and just generally RAGING MAD about all the stupidity that I see around me (on both a micro and a macro level) and I don’t want to fall into the trap of doing any of the following:
- Start talking politics and end up having to delete hateful comments*
- Say too much about first-hand observations of stupidity in the workplace and maybe get myself fired
- Run my mouth about shit in a place where some future employer might see it and get offended
Anyway, you get the idea.
(*Yes, I delete comments that I find hateful. Luckily, it only happens about once a year or so. Oh, you thought you had First Amendment rights here on somebody’s private blog? Oh, oh wait a minute…HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! OK, I’m better now. So no, there’s no free speech on a blog. There’s the blog owner’s speech and the speech of commenters that the blog owner allows at her sole discretion and whim. The end.)
Did that seem bitchy? SEE WHAT I MEAN? I start typing and things just go downhill! I blame the weather, perimenopause, and a sugar addiction that I’m really trying (and failing) to kick.
But let’s talk about something cheerful, like my amazing kid. The other day I was eating a Milk Dud (hello, Halloween candy and sugar addiction!) and a crown that I have on one of my lower left molars popped out. Yikes! Well, it wasn’t such a big deal – the dentist was able to get me in the same day to glue it back in, and luckily it wasn’t damaged at all (or – gulp! – swallowed). Veronica was fascinated by it. She asked me quite seriously, “Mommy, will the Tooth Fairy come for you now?” Awww, so sweet. I had to explain that no, no visit from the Tooth Fairy was imminent and in fact I was going to the dentist’s office to have the “toof” glued back into place.
Veronica hasn’t lost any baby teeth yet (she’s only four and a half) but she grows more fascinated with the concept every day. I remember when I first told her that her baby teeth would fall out some day and grown-up teeth would come in. She was kind of upset! She was scared about her teeth falling out, but felt better after I explained that it doesn’t hurt and they don’t all fall out at the same time. Plus, there’s the Tooth Fairy situation, which certainly helps.
Anyway, here’s some completely unrelated entertainment for you. Eat your hossenfeffer!