Damn wordpress, why’d you go and change it around again. I’m not sure if I’m going to like this!


So I was actually getting out of the house without the boys and not going to work.  I was off to a bridal shower.  But I had to make one stop on the way.  I needed a card.  I ran into the closest food store since I had to get cash back for the tolls.  And that’s when it happened to me; I was discriminated against because I am heavy and not as pretty (right now I am sitting on a 5’5 frame at 199 pounds).  Now I know some of you may read this and think I was too sensitive or reading the situation wrong, and that may be.  But that’s not how I felt.

I picked out a card fairly quick since I was running late.  There were 5 lines jutting out in to the aisles.  I was going to stand in line longer than it took me to pick out this darn card.  As I headed down to the last two aisles, since they seemed the shortest, I noticed the lane closed sign up on the one.  I’ve worked at a grocery store when I was younger and I remember trying to leave at the end of my shift.  People would always try and sneak to the end of my line after I put up my sign and boy would it piss me off.  So I stepped into the line across from the closed register and waited.

As I stood there shifting back and forth impatiently I watched the other line slowly dwindle.  My cashier was finally checking out the person in front of me, who had a good amount of items.  The closed register was finally done and he started to clean up his station.

When all of a sudden I heard, pssst.

I look over to the closed register as did the people behind me; a couple, athletic build, blond, cute couple.  The cashier was looking at them and said, “I can check you out real quick if you want”.  And without hesitation they shifted over with their 10 – 12 items.  And there I stood with my card in hand waiting as I heard him say, “I feel bad seeing you wait, I can take you real quick.”

What just happened.  What the . . . . .

How is it that they were invited over and I wasn’t.  I was standing there longer and I only had a card, that’s it.  He could easily see me because there was nothing in the middle to spilt the two registers, the belts were both on the inside of the aisle so the registers both sat on the outside and there was one big aisle to walk through.

My conculsion is that I appear ugly because of excess weight.  Now don’t get me wrong, I am not saying heavy set people are ugly.  I’m saying I am ugly when I am fat.  I have a very good friend that is heavier and she is really pretty.  I couldn’t imagine her thin.  She wouldn’t look right.  I feel the same about Queen Latifa.  She looks great.  She would not look good thin/skinny.

So there I stood, fighting back tears, trying to hold back from making a scene.  You can’t just randomly take customers after you have closed your lane.  There are only three types of people I would consider it okay, elderly, pregnant or a parent alone with a crying baby.  These two definitely did not fit any of these profiles.

So why were they invited over to the closed aisle and neither I nor anyone else was?

I wear my old ID tags behind my new one that I have to get every year at work.  When someone asks me why, I flip them over to about four years ago and tell them, “This is what I used to look like before kids, I haven’t always looked like this”.

No time to write. . . . . . . .

screaming kids


hot tub waiting for a home in NC  *hint, hint*

sister’s maybe divorce

back to work full-time

entertaining company


friend can’t handling the family life


sooooooo tired

and he wants to nurse again!

Okay, so my oldest son went through the puke fest, then my husband, and now my 2 month old. When will it end!!!

We’re not sure if he has a tummy virus or if it’s due to a vaccine he got last Friday. He was given an oral form of the rotavirus. And on our information sheet it says that a mild side effect is vomiting within 7 days of the vaccine. He started Wednesday night. Last night my hubby called the Docs and they’re leaning towards a stomach bug. After throwing up about 9 times yesterday, we’ve only thrown up 2 times so far today. I think we’re doing good. Luckily he really hasn’t had a fever (couple of times felt warm) or any other signs. And he is still eating and peeing. So hopefully this is passing.

I am tired of changing his and my outfit every couple of hours. Oh, did I mention he pooped on me too! And I’m getting a sinus infection from not being able to take me allergy meds. And I got a double dose of allergies when I had to go to work Wednesday because I had to relocate to a basement that had a ‘water’ problem and I think has mold now. By the time I left for the day I could barely breathe and was sneezing non-stop.

I just hope I don’t get sick with the stomach bug!

If everyone could just give me one dollar then I would not have to go back to work. Really, what’s one dollar? That’s all I need, one dollar, from every one. Okay, it doesn’t have to be from everyone, just half the world can give me one dollar or every one could just even give me 50 cents. I’m not asking for much. Consider it a donation, I’ll send you a receipt.

So what do you get for your dollar??

1. One less female driver during rush hour. Especially one that’s pissed off at her job and can’t wait to see her babies!
2. More time spent focusing on molding 2 future productive members of society.
3. One less very hostile worker in social services.
4. Since I can quit my job, your tax dollars would no longer pay my grant funded salary.
5. One very happy mommy!
6. It’ll be cheaper than paying for my bankruptcy debt when I quit my job and live off of credit cards for as long as possible.
7. It will also be cheaper than one more family on welfare sucking more tax dollars from your paycheck.
8.  You will also be helping to save the environment because I wouldn’t be driving to daycare and work everyday therefore I would not be using much gas or emitting extra carbon dioxide.

I think that’s quite a deal for one dollar. So what do you say? I look forward to your contributions.

Did I mention today I had to go in to work for the first time since having the baby. Yeah, it sucked that bad. Please don’t make me go back. Scrape together your change and make a mommy happy.

So my birthday and Christmas (which I celebrate) are only 9 days apart.  It has always been a bit harder time for me since my birthday gets over looked; which is an understatement.  I really have had crappy birthdays, no really. Well you asked for it, here comes the stories. . . .


*A picture to come soon!* So Wonder Man’s dad called up and offered up a couch. Barely used and a recliner on both ends. The colors match our living room colors so Wonder Man said we’d take it.