Moving Along

In an effort to streamline a bit and maybe encourage myself to blog more regularly, I’m combining this one with my mom blog. You can read me over at http://www.abusymomonline.com!

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone………I always wanted to have my own space under the stairs! brings me back

The oddball in the famly speaks out

The shamwow sells itself

zomg, Vince Shamwow is *back*! by pragmatic_pete

OMG! I've bought oxiclean. Does that count? I have to admit though, the ShamWow dude does have an oddly peculiar charm about him.

Ever since we lost our home to fire(Dec 23, 2007), I’ve lost any sense of security I had. I turn around and come home to check that everything is off or unplugged every time I go somewhere. I’ll leave family gatherings, shopping trips, meals out, to make sure the house is o.k.

This, has got me looking into burglar alarm systems. I want one that does fire and general emergencies, also. . Too much of my time has been spend wondering “what if?” What if one of my kids had been home alone that night? What if we hadn’t taken the dog with us to the family gathering we were at? What if I’d lay down for a nap like I wanted instead of being on time?

I guess it’s a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. At least that’s what my doctor tells me. He says to go easy on myself. Give it time. How much longer do I need? I’m tired of being a neurotic nut case. Sigh……..

To The Mall!

I feel like shopping. Not sure what brings on these random bursts of consumerism, but they happen. I’m not proud of them. I never am. But it is what it is.

I usually rethink my jones for a new purse or Beautifeel shoes when I’m there. Something about being at the mall when the only people there are suburban moms pushing their screaming babies in strollers and watching them gossip about what Jenny might be up to with Ellen’s husband or brother or whoever she’s up to whatever with and having to dodge said strollers rather than get mowed over flat because the suburban mom with babies squad doesn’t care if they do have the whole isle blocked and you have no way around them they are going to keep going in their straight little line even if it means bloodshed as they flatten me out where I stand on my quest for stress relief via binge shopping.

Of course, by the time I’m already there, and have risked life and limb, you can bet, yep, darn straight you can bet the farm on it, I’m going to buy something whether I need it or not. Yeh, whether I like it or not, whehter it’s on clearance or not. I’m. Gonna. Buy.

There has to be some sort of medication for this condition. Therapy? A twelve step program to keep me out of the malls on week days?