The things I see...

So today I had to take my son to the doctor, and it turns out that he has croup. This totally sucks, to put it frankly. The poor thing sounds like he has emphysema when he talks, and his cough is just nuts. I'm staying home with him tomorrow, and Nana is watching him later in the week, so it looks like everything will work out okay.

This post isn't mainly about my son, though. The main reason I wanted to write this post is because I wanted to describe to you what I saw in the waiting room today at my son's appointment. It was scary insane.

I saw mom's texting or doing God-knows-what on their phones (come to think of it, they were probably playing Words With Friends with their bestie) while their children ran around getting into everything and anything they could get their snotty hands on (btw, that makes for a great way for those places to stay in business). Also, some children I swear hadn't showered in weeks, and they were stinking the place up.

BUT--this one is the best of them all. Guys, words cant express what I saw, so I searched the Internet until I found the following two pictures that I'm about to show you:

I swear I saw THIS mother:

Carrying along THIS baby:



When that child that you see in that picture right there was looking at me....honest to God, upon my life, I changed my seat. The baby was the scariest I've ever seen in my entire life. Judging from his mother, though, that wasnt a big surprise. The picture that I found on the internet was fairly accurate of her, only without the ciggarette, because she smelt like blueberries. At least she had that going for her.

Life and everything in it is so interesting. That's why I love it so much. It will never cease to amaze me.

And now, back to my poor sick 2 year old darth vader.

"Mummy, i am your son. give me what i want without any hesitation whatsoever."

I can hardly stand it when...

I can hardly stand it when I can hardly stand it. Why do I have such a lack of patience? I'm writing this blog from work--even though I probably shouldnt be, but hey, there arent any rules saying that I shouldnt, and I do what I want. Hahaha, who am I kidding, I do what people tell me to do. I'm a complete puss. Oye. Actually, it really depends on what it is. When it comes to being at work, I'm like a robot. Of course I'll do what they say, but that's only because its my job. I'm not like some people that sit around me who consistantly rebel and pay the consiquences and then wonder what they've done to get in trouble. Dummies. But back to my original gripe. My lack of patience. I have such a severe lack of patience that at some times I feel like I need therapy. But I honestly feel like the therapy would make it worse. But then again, arent I the same as any other human being, and maybe I'm just being honest about it. Maybe I'm the only one who wants to admit that I have a patience problem, and not be snotty and think I'm the bees knees. Not like I know anyone like that or anything. My heart beats fast and I get a queasy feeling in my stomach when I get annoyed to the point where I feel like I could burst. And the thing is...I get annoyed at the littlest things. Actually, maybe they arent little things. Who am I to decide if they're little things? Here, let me let you decide:

-Smelly people
-People who dont know how to drive
-People who talk to much
-Dumb people
-People who say obvious things
-People who speak in slang
-People
-People
-People

Am I being unreasonable? Someone please save me, before I start to lose patience with myself.

Complete lack of...what was that?

So, I guess with starting a blog, the first post seems to be a little intimidating to write. I'm kind of like, "of course I want people to follow my blog, but what if I'm a lame-o? Ya know, always writing about how lame I am?". I guess it's time to just say fuck it. Who cares. The truth of the matter is, I'm probably going to be writing about some pretty random things. I promise you I'm not a loon. Actually sorry, yes, I am a loon. I'm not legit retard-like special, but happy to be living to an extreme level that at times it frightens people. And nooooo, mother, I do not have ADD. Never did, either. So I most likely never needed those pills I took when i was little--damn happy-blockers. That explains a lot. Actually, does it? My childhood can't be explained, but I'm pretty sure that's waaaay too deep for anyone to get into for their very first post. I have to break you in slowly....