Guess what I'm not tired of? Christmas, now including terrorists.
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a.k.a. Fiona
Some people see the glass as half empty, some see the glass as half full...I just want to know who the HELL drank my wine!
About Me
- Fannie
- I am Fannie: a 40ish mom of two daughters; Precious Oldest (23) and Precious Youngest (20), who are both in college, please pray for me. I have been married to the Saint for 26 years. We share our home with a cairn terrorist. This is my story.
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December
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- Reflections on 2008
- PMS is a bitch
- Things that make me want to say FUCK
- Did you miss me?
- Merry Christmas
- A Christmas Carol
- Holiday Open House
- Oh hai!
- Grace in Small Things, part 7 of 365
- Is it Monday?
- Gee honey, thanks....
- Purloined, Pilfered, Pinched
- We had it coming
- Say What?
- Warning
- Grace in Small things, part 6 of 365
- Almost Wordless Wednesday
- Oops
- Show Time
- Grace in small things, part 5 0f 365
- Grace in small things, part 4 of 365
- Second Childhood
- Grace in small things, part 3of 365
- Burning Questions
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Things I read when I should be working
- Daisy's Secret Garden
- Derfwad Manor
- From The Frontlines
- Go Fug Yourself
- Green Girl In Wisconsin
- I Miss My Sanity
- Jen On The Edge
- Journals of a Working Mom
- Juggling Life
- Madame Queen
- Mamarazzi
- My Life as a Hotfessional
- My Life In A Drawer
- Okay, Fine, Dammit
- Opiate of the Masses
- Random Ramblings
- sAy AnYtHing
- Say La Vee
- The More The Messier
- The Rocking Pony
- The Underpaid Kept Woman
- The Women's Colony
- Tired Momma
- Vintage Thirty
Cairn Terrorist
a.k.a. Fiona
10 comments:
At least you still have a period on which to pin your mood swings. Post partial hysterectomy (I think that's what they call it, it means I still have my ovaries, aka emotional terrorists) I get weepy and touchy and pissy and it takes me forever to remember "ohhhhhh, this is the time of month I used to get my period!"
Women - we're such magical creatures. :|
Love the p.j.'s and the gingerbread men. It's good to have a reason for the "woe is mes."
Mmmm, gingerbread cookies. Those are great pictures. Would you believe that Shannon has those exact same blue monkey pajama pants?
Oh, and damn girl parts, anyway. I think when you're finished having your kids and your reproductive cycle is not needed anymore, it should just go away. And without all the hormonal bullcrap that goes along with having it go away.
I'm in Violet's boat... except I only have one half of one ovary left. Talk about an adventure. One never knows when the hormones will hit the fan...
Pretty things in your house--I hope you feel better soon. I despise that chemical shift each month--it messes me up, too.
I'm no longer hormonally impaired, but I do remember that "fuck the world" feeling and then realizing kinda like a slap upside the head, "Oh, yeah, I get it!"
Haha, my verification word is derium (delirium!).
Christmas lives on and on.
PS: Where did your terrorist's beard go? I thought it was longer, more like my terrorists.
Fiona rocks the Christmas!
(I bought sock monkey slippers for one of the Freshman's daughters, and I can't tell you how close I was to keeping those babies for myself.)
Hummmm...I'm still tired of Christmas...maybe next week I'll be okay?
I am always a little amazed when my period starts and I didn't connect until just then that pms might explain why my life seemed completely worthless and over only the day before.
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