shit

what’s REALLY on my mind

… the state of the world, as we know it, is freaking me out. a few weeks ago, i ate breakfast at a counter next to a man who liked the book i was reading and struck up a conversation with me. he mentioned reading a study that mentioned that last month alone, the national debt was so huge that it was as though every single family in the united states was $650 in debt. EACH FAMILY. do you know how many families are in america right now? how overpopulated we are? (asks the woman with a vagina-fetus in her belly.)

… why won’t my son take a dump in the toilet? we have tried EVERYTHING and he still prefers to shit his pants. it’s mind boggling. should he continue this shitty business in 2012, he will not be attending full-day school, AND HE MUST GO TO SCHOOL BECAUSE OMG I’LL DIE.

… really? you celebrated the official end of the iraq war yesterday? i don’t even know what to say about that except please don’t knock on my door come march when my husband is deployed… again.

… i’m kinda pissed that ‘the girl with the dragon tattoo’ is all americanized and redone. the books were FANTASTIC, in my opinion, and the original swedish films were genuine adaptations of the books. sure, not everyone enjoys subtitles in movies, but now we’ve gone and americanized this story which means EXPLOSIONS! STUNTS! CRAZY SHIT! and color me disappointed.

… really? you want to ask me why i would choose to have a baby, knowing that my husband will be deployed for the birth? stay tuned. i’ll lay it all out for you in a piece i’m working on. (hint: it has something to do with BECAUSE WE WANT ANOTHER BABY.)

… what is up with former president’s daughters being news reporters and journalists? the bush daughter is a today show correspondent, and a few nights ago, i saw chelsea clinton conducting an interview for i dunno abc/nbc one of the c’s. do they list “president’s daughter” on their resume? i just don’t understand.

sandusky showered with kids in order to teach them basic hygiene? you expect people to believe that? how about the few of you who are justifying the actions of this man just go ahead and call it what it is… it is rape. stop insulting the survivors and making excuses for someone who is not worthy of excuses.

… we’re done with traveling for the holidays. this will be our last year of going ‘home’ to atlanta for christmas, and we couldn’t be happier about it. because really, while it’s lovely to have both sets of family in the same city, it’s a ping-pong match on crack. and as of 2012, we will officially out number our families with family members of little people. we’ve gone home to atlanta for the holidays since paul and i started dating in 1999, it’s REALLY time to be done.

… yesterday it was 81 degrees in jacksonville. 81. this morning, jackson went to school in shorts and while i love that we’re back in florida, i worry about our planet burning up. seriously? 81 degrees? even north florida has been known to get a wee bit frosty in december. does this mean that next christmas will be even hotter? because pretty soon, we’re all going to have loin cloths in our closets, and nothing else.

… really? a baby seal showed up on your couch? WHERE’S MINE?!?!

my solution for the dog has people questioning my sanity (no surprise)

red has behaved so horribly since we moved. honestly, he’s been awful and i have even referred to him as “a marley dog” on more than one occasion. and yes, i know he’s a lab and high-energy and needs a lot of attention and and and… but he’s trained. he is five years old and he’s trained.

he knows better. and he’s still being a bastard.

nothing is enough for him. no amount of attention, outside time, treats, walks, play time, none of it is ever enough. and ya know what? it needs to be enough, because while i love animals and think they’re fantastic, the bottom line is, they’re animals. my dog is not going to take priority over the humans in my life.

we treat him well. red is very loved. even on the days when he takes out his anger on us by leaving surprise turds throughout the house because we left him for a few hours, we still love him. he pisses us off, but we love him. he annoys the hell out of us, but we love him.

it dawned on me this weekend, when discussing red’s abundant attention-grabbing antics, that i may have a solution to this problem. i have figured out how to occupy the dog while still being able to live our lives.

we need a second dog.

i’ve mentioned it to a few people and have gotten mixed responses. some people think it’s a great idea and that red having a companion would help out his current shitty behavior. and other people think my pregnant status has caused me to multiply everything in my life, including canines, which is just crazy.

here’s the thing though… i am crazy. i was crazy enough to go along with paul and pick out red to bring home 3 days before paul left for japan for months. i’m crazy enough to add kids to this wack-a-doo world that we live in. pretty sure i’m crazy enough to seriously consider getting a dog for the dog.

red needs a friend. and i may just be crazy enough to find one for him… thereby filling our lives with more shit than i ever thought possible.

*EDITED TO ADD* comments below are awesome and give me a lot to think about… but i should mention that a cat is not an option for us as i am DEATHLY allergic to them. so thanks to those of you who have offered another type of animal as a suggestion, but a cat would literally kill me. kthxbye!

thirty-one

happy birthday, paul. sorry you had to clean dog shit today. i love you endlessly and more.

it’s like the new version of alli

i have a parasite. living in my gut. worming its way throughout my intestines and bowels and every time i eat something, it spastically unleashes the fury of itself in the toilet.

(sorry mom, usually i write about jackson’s shit. today it’s my shit.)

anyway, i eat… and then i potty… and then i’m starving.

which sucks entirely because i eat all day long. like normally, on any given healthy day.

i have at least 3 breakfasts, 2 lunches, snacks in between, and dinner.

all day long. every day.

as i type this post, i’m snacking on cheez-its.

so you can imagine what it’s like right now, eating as much as i do, results in me shitting nonstop.

at first i thought i had food poisoning at the hands of my mother because i was at her house when the current resident of my intestines decided to say HELLO and squeeze the life out of my bowels.

i blamed my mom, though her cooking is righteous. she felt horrible for days. i’m fairly certain she has bleached her kitchen twelve times since last sunday.

then i thought i had ecoli, possibly from taking jackson to my parent’s pool where we swam in the pee pool and waded in its disgustingness.

then i thought i had some stomach bug. tons of people have been talking about a stomach thing that’s been going around and pissing people off b/c WHO GETS A STOMACH BUG IN THE SUMMERTIME?!?!?

wrong. wrong. wrong. i was wrong about it all.

according to the doctor, i tested positive for cryptosporidium. ya’ll, it’s so damn nasty that i can’t even talk about it. if you have the balls to click the link and read about it, then yay for you.

i will not be blamed for your nightmares.

so the reason i was so stumped this week in trying to figure out what the hell was going on with my gut, is that i’ve had no other symptoms aside from awful intestinal cramping and the shits.

no fever. no vomiting (i hate puking more than ANYTHING else in the world). no body aches or feeling lousy. none of that.

just a lot of pain and a lot of shit.

i guess i should be glad to have an answer, ya know? be glad to know what’s going on in this warped body of mine that has lost 6 pounds in the last 4 days.

i hate not knowing shit.

also, i can look forward to the new wardrobe i will buy when my 2 weeks of hosting this little fucker is up. (it dies after 2 weeks.)

and, i’m kinda glad it’s not some permanent stomach thing that forces me to eat jamie lee curtis’ poop yogurt.

those commercials weird me out.

10 ways i have failed at potty training

let it be known, my son turned 3 last month. also, i’m a lazy ass, and found comfort in diapering my kid. why? i refer you back to LAZY ASS.

it’s hard to potty train a kid. there are methods and theories and shit and before you know it, stuff is jumbled and contradicting one another and you don’t know what the hell to do, and all of a sudden, your kid is running circles around the dining room table, absolutely naked, because YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

so… as i am in the SPANKIN MIDDLE of this potty training thing (because dammit if i have to spend more money at target on diapers and not on self-tanning lotion or sunglasses), i thought i would share 10 ways i have failed, so you don’t have to.

you’re welcome.

1. don’t miss the window of opportunity: in other words, when your kiddo starts doing the pee pee dance, embrace the toilet. make the introduction. encourage the use of the toilet. (translation: DON’T BE A LAZY ASS.)

2. pull-ups are diapers: and a waste of (target) money.

3. the “big kid” theory only goes so far: reassuring your kiddo that “big kids pee in the potty” doesn’t always fly, because you *may* have a smart ass like my kid who then asks for his diaper back “if he grows down” in lieu of growing up.

4. two M&Ms aren’t worth a shit: literally. i read something that suggested using 1 M&M as a victory treat for pee and 2 M&Ms for poop would encourage toilet training. our kid’s toilet equation is something along the lines of 1 drip of urine = 1 M&M (technically correct but entirely missing the point) and 1 shart = 2 M&Ms (i mean, it is poop after all… WRONG!!!)

5. when you have a boy, have a trusted male figure teach your son how to hold his business: this will keep your son from pinching his business in the hopes of obtaining 1 M&M.

6. if/when you have a girl… i don’t know: look elsewhere, or check back here in a few years.

7. flushing *can* be a privilege: it is not possible for me go to the bathroom without my son following me, giving me toilet tissue, and then BEGGING to flush the toilet. “no no,” i say… NO NO… he can flush his own damn toilet when his own shit is in it. (bribery at its finest.)

8. “targets” are not always on the money: if you have a boy and toss cheerios into the potty to use as a target for his weapon, keep in mind that your boy may look for other “targets” to toss in. good times.

9. training potties are the equivalent of that red plastic cup you had at keg parties: as soon as you pop your kiddo on the cushioned, kiddie-friendly, BIG POTTY SEAT, the plastic mini toilet that you spent $35 on will cease to exist. again, waste of (target) money.

10. privacy while pooping is GOLDEN: you don’t like to shit while conversing with others, do you? nuff said. find a way to give them that moment to themselves. i suggest reading materials, an iphone, or any thing else you would want to spend 20 minutes educating yourself with.

full disclaimer: my husband helped me in the creation of this list. we were not compensated in any form or fashion and all opinions are of our own. this post has nothing to do with target. we just shop there a lot. also, we are not “parenting experts,” or “potty-training experts,” or an “expert” of anything at all. we simply have a kid who took his first dump in the toilet last night, so we took a moment to reflect on that GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENT.

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