dog-gone it.

so did you all know there was a 7:30 a.m.? oh. ya. me neither. but holy bone does my roommate’s dog black jack. and while we’re on the subject, he’d like me to tell you that it happens to be his FAVORITE time of day.

i’m dog sitting this weekend, and im all ‘wow. ya. so NOT ready to be a real parent. nope. not me.’

of course things might be different if i had carried him in my stomach for nine months.

or at least i hope they would be. that’s how it works right? thing in stomach grows and releases drugs to make you love it. and also love waking up at 7:30 a.m.?

i mean. well. that’s how it HAS to works. otherwise, parenthood would be awful.

just awful.

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i wish i had gotten uno point.

apparently when it counts i totally suck at Uno. (get it? counts. uno. uno means one. ha. i’m hilarious.) last night i did my monthly stint volunteering at the local church that houses homeless people overnight and i played the card game uno with the other volunteer mike. for two hours.

and at first i was all ‘ha. i win. again.’ but since i was doing so great, i decided that we should start adding up the cards we had left over at the end of the game. then the person with the most points would lose.

i lost.

a lot.

like i had 441 points and he had 253 points. i’m not even exaggerating here. nope. looking at the post-it we kept score on right. now. yep. i got 441 and he got just 253. i don’t know if you’ve ever played uno, but 441 points is pretty hard to get, considering most cards are worth 3 or 2 or even zero points. but alas, i managed to lose the first seven games in a row.

you would have thunk with all that practice i got at the game during that summer i spent with my cousins in indiana back in 91, i’d be a little better and whatnot. and i’m not sure if it was the nerves, or the fact that this all happened between mid-night and 2 a.m., but im going to go ahead and blame it on the fact that i was darn tootin tired.

now excuse me while i learn to stack uno cards in my favor. mozzy along. nothing to see here.

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i’ll stop writing about money when i finally get some

the thing about being broke that nobody ever tells you is that it makes it really, really hard to do the right thing.

today i got one of those headaches that feels like i have a blue and green mass growing above my left eye. and i tried to take some tylenol, which my lovely co-worker gave me for free, but that crap didn’t do a darn thing to ease my pain. i knew when i took it though that the only thing that was going to work was advil. except i didn’t have any freaking advil.

so i was going to try and ignore the problem by relying on my old stand-by – praying that God and/or magic will fix it. however, neither came through for me today, so i had to drive over to wal-greens and buy some stupid advil.

and im ashamed to admit this, but for the first time in my life the thought of stealing the medicine actually crossed my mind. i just did NOT have the $3.98 it was going to cost me for the generic ibuprofen. i mean i had it, but it had already been allocated for gas money.

of course, i did not steal the medicine. but the thought fluttered over my brain and past what felt like a blue and green mass above my left eye for at least a solid half of a second.

and my 12-year-old self, who never got headaches that felt like a blue and green mass was growing above her left eye, and who never had to understand money, would have never, for even a half a second, ever considered stealing something. in fact, one time, when i was about 12, i walked to the dominick’s grocery down the street from my house with some friends. and they decided to each steal one grape from the produce bins, and i refused to partake. PEOPLE I WOULDN’T EVEN STEAL A GRAPE.

now look at my moral-less self. im one step away from stealing drugs. not illegal drugs, mind you. but those can’t be too far off.

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