Pouty Patty Stomps on the Soap Box

I know, I know, I'm a bit of a prude when it comes to following the rules. I like to do that.

So, when it says "Cell Phone Use Not Permitted in Waiting Area" that means hang up your friggin phone and go into the hallway.

Unless you're saving lives. Or keeping nations at peace. Which I'm thinking is not the case as you guffaw and "OMG!'d" on the phone with your girlfriend while your kid angrily stacks blocks and gives you the stink eye because you're ignoring her and because it says in 14 places "Cell Phone Use Not Permitted in Waiting Area" and she knows you're an asshat, too.

For Shizzle

Yeah, you know what? I've been busy and you have too. Friggin' New England winter has made me almost a slave to my home and most-def a slave to my pediatrician's office. Thankfully, I like them there and they are nice to my kids and they give out free aquaphor. I will admit here that I am a potential hoarder and when they say 'Take a bunch!' I take that literally and I mean I take 12. And then if my husband is there he does the same thing. We are a creamy family and we likes our lip balms.

Anyway, so waah waah waah. But I'll say in a nutshell: bronchitis, ear infections, new day care (that is fantastical and wonderful and let me know if you want info), family drama (save it fo' yo' mama!), peace, my jacked-up back, a sweet wood stove and a very special 3rd birthday. Everything is cool. We are lucky folks. But I've had too much on my mind to blog. And I can't blog about half the stuff that's on my mind.

I am in flux though. I'm changing. I can feel it in my bones and in my face. I'm starting to evolve into something else. I just don't know what. But it's fun, and it's interesting....I'll keep you posted. I don't even know what I'm wearing tomorrow, but I know that I'm having a turkey sandwich. Some stuff is just more important than others.

peace and chicken grease