If you didn't already hear about it, we had an earthquake last week. Not big enough to do much damage, but big enough to scare the crap out of me! I had worked the night before, so I was sleeping when it happened (about 11:40am my time) and was woken up because my bed was shaking. I'm not gonna lie, I pretty much thought I was losing it. I wasn't sure if it was an earthquake or if I'd accidentally taken acid the night before. But all in all, when it was over, it was slightly exciting.
In slightly more disgusting news, I have a cricket problem. When I say problem, I mean I sometimes squish a half dozen in a 24 hour period. And they are loud and annoying. And I don't know where they are coming from. And I'm tired of cleaning their guts up. Anyone have suggestions?
And may I just say that I would possibly support a law that requires people to get a license before they procreate. I watched an episode of Nanny 911 today that infuriated me. It's one thing to judge people because you don't agree with their parenting style. It's an entirely different thing to judge people because they don't spend time with their kids. Truly, one of the reasons that I'm so terrified of having children before the age of 30 is that I know my own selfishness, and I know how much I'm going to have to sacrifice when I have children. I know that I grew up very fortunate to have 2 very involved and caring parents. I seriously wonder if I will ever be able to give my kids the childhood that I have-- my parents are extraordinary. But for crying out loud people, you don't have to be superparents, just spend time with your kids! How difficult is that?
So for a short summary of the rest of my life, I choose one word: broke. I now have health insurance, dental insurance, new brake pads, rotors, and a serpentine belt. These are all things I need, yes, but they are FREAKING EXPENSIVE. So if you don't hear from me for awhile, and you pass some homeless hitchhiker somewhere who looks a lot like me... think twice and be nice, because ya never know!
8.07.2008
Just when I thought I was getting acclimated...
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8/07/2008 10:42:00 AM
Labels: disaster, motherhood
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