Take a look at one of the fastest growing demographics in our country: The Single Mom. You'll laugh, you'll cry...and you'll consider birth control during those moments of lust-induced carelessness.
Introducing My New Feature: Random Movie Lines With Mary
I've always felt that certain people can be gauged on a level from 0 to 12.52 based on both the movies they watch and the scenes they find as emotionally compelling - or comedic - as I do.
During my post film-school dating years, I wouldn't look twice at a guy who didn't appreciate the comical genius of the Cohen Brothers "Raising Arizona." In hindsight, my taste in movies proved to better than my taste in men.
I know many people will relate to some of these and MAYBE, just maybe, they will become enlightened and intrigued enough to check out some oldies, but goodies they weren't interested in BMB (before my blog). That sounded quite harsh and a bit superior, no? As if my blog could change people's lives. Muwahahahah.
If fitting, the movie lines I post will pose as some parallel reference I'm experiencing in my life - while sharing some of my most beloved dialogue created to emote feelings we sometimes never realized we had until seeing "that" movie...Ah, the power of good filmmaking. I'm sure glad I majored in it. It's done a world of good for my career *insert sarcasm.*
Josie trying to hide after "Powder Gate"
Busted!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Warning: Flu Shots May Cause Your Toddler To Exhibit Bi-Polar Symptoms
A bit extreme, but you'll see what I mean after watching Josie's video blog, taken three hours post flu shot. I have to give props to our extraordinary ENT team who came to our small town that has one, I repeat ONE clinic that contains doctors from all walks of life; the same can be said about 70 percent of the patients.
That being said, it is the ONLY office that houses pediatricians in a town of 16,000. And while I LOVE those pedis, I LOATHE their surroundings. It's like walking into a holding tank of germs and disease.
By principle, I'm not a type "A" person. Who has time to be anal retentive when you're a single mom to two messy children? But I definitely fall into the "germa-phobe" category. I look like a drill Sargent gone awry when I take the girls to the clinic, literally following them around with anti-bacterial wipes, barking orders like "DON'T touch that!" and "Don't put that in your mouth!"
And without fail, after each visit one of us will catch something the other showed no signs or symptoms before "visiting" the clinic. I'll stop before my soap box shoves me off the edge.
I was over the moon that our ENT met us at a different locale, clean, breezy - the walls adorned with Renaissance-era paintings. The down side was the hour and a half wait. My girls don't do well in small, contained places. Sure, they have a ball, at the expense of other guests who will leave there wondering if they'll ever be able to hear again. Not to mention the magazines that got dumped over twice, the door Josie tried to escape out of three times in a row and the hysterical screams of two little girls as they finally got their flu shot. Put a big, fat fork in me.
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