SST: Someone told me this was a hot picture. I just think it’s bony. Not to be confused with boner. Which isn’t sexy either.

Tomorrow I have to go to the doctor because I hurt my back. Again. I picked up a 44 pound bag of dog food. I only weigh 102 pounds. Apparently, that’s not a good ratio.

I have a feeling an MRI and X-Rays will be discussed. I’m much more open to the idea of a handful of painkillers, but we’ll see.

Why does 5 bother me for food six times a day? And each time the conversation is this - 5: I’m hungry. Me: What do you want? 5: What do you have? - At which point I list all the options I listed the last time she asked. WHICH WAS AN HOUR AGO. Can’t I just get her a trough and keep it filled?

I really wish it was Tantrum Tuesday. I’d excel.

amyla:

So I was at temple today and the Rabbi’s sermon focused on each individual being responsible for his or her own interpretation of Jewish law and Torah. He argued that god has given us the ability to make enlightened decisions for ourselves about exactly how we follow Judaism according to our own…

Love this

genstarrin:

scottfriday:

nprfreshair:

tonight. 7pm. RFD.

feel free to repost this if you’re in dc.

i’ll be the one too drunk too early.

I’ll be the one with no shirt on. Don’t worry, though. I’m wearing an old, dirty Playtex 18-hour bra so my boobs should still have some lift in them.

rachelfabulous:

One of my clients is asking me to recruit for a variety of positions. 

Here is what I have:

Residential Camp Manager (like a Park Ranger) in Summers WV

Director of Golf in Martinsburg WV

Branch manager for community bank in Rockville MD

Bank Executive - Rockville MD

If you want more info, or think you are a match, let me know!  I’d be happy to pass along your resume.  Also, please reblog since so many peeps are out of work these days!!!

Need a job?

She doesn’t like peanut butter and jelly or macaroni and cheese.

She’s never been to a movie theater.

She’s not your typical kid.

She used to rock herself for hours.

She’s been to more hours of therapy than I can count.

She’s fought to be who she is.

She loves to sing and dance.

She has a magnificent imagination.

She’s not what I anticipated.

She’s more.

And it’s good.

My mom is coming for a visit tonight and I’m literally doing a happy dance. I like her so much better than I did when I was 16. And I’m sure the feeling is mutual.

I’m a little thing. 5’4” and 105 pounds. That’s how I am naturally-no diet, no exercise. So when someone tells me I’m too skinny, it hurts. And, frankly, I think it’s rude. I would never tell someone I thought he or she was too fat. I know I probably won’t get a lot of sympathy for this, but that’s okay. It needed to be said.