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it’s offical

February 11, 2008

I am going to have to have my cast on my left hand extended to my elbow. ugh. the main problem here is that when I use a scalpel I use my left hand. this has made life at work very interesting the past few weeks.

I am going to have to go on disabilty now. This actually is pretty good timeing if I must say so because two of my sisters are flying in (Iris, who has been living in “fucking texas!” for the past three years and my older sister, Katie, is coming in from japan.) I guess I will be able to spend time with them.

In the mean time, I am almost off the graveyard rotation. How nice is that? Finally, Rick and I can sleep at the same time.

by the way, coming soon, to a las vegas near you… Rachel and Ricky. Yes, thats right, the Fog City Mom and Boy are on their way as of Wednesday to the bright lights of Las Vegas for a convention. woo hoo!!! I am going to gamble!!!!

when we get back, Sean is taking Ricky to Ireland for a week to visit his granny. She lives in Belfast. Let’s face it, Rick is one travelling little boy!

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Oh shit. FCM mom has to go to court.

January 23, 2008

Damn it.  Called  to testify in a wrongful death case.  and yes, that’s all I can say due to legal ramifications.  that and I hate hate HATE being a witness.    ugh.  Feb 4th.  damn it. 

In which FCM drops the S bomb

December 24, 2007

“ricky michael zander… if you don’t go to sleep right now Santa isn’t going to come to our house!”

Bah Humbug

December 23, 2007

Not really feeling the xmas mood. never mind that KOIT radio has been playing fucking Xmas carols non-stop since Thanksgiving day. Just not in the mood.

so here are some of my favorite Xmas ditties for you: Xmas at ground zero

It’s Christmas at ground zero
There’s music in the air
The sleigh bells are ringing and the carolers are singing
While the air raid sirens blareIt’s Christmas at ground zero
The button has been pressed
The radio just let us know
That this is not a test

Everywhere the atom bombs are dropping
It’s the end of all humanity
No more time for last-minute shopping
It’s time to face your final destiny

It’s Christmas at ground zero
There’s panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris while we trim the tree
Underneath the mushroom cloud

You might hear some reindeer on your rooftop
Or Jack Frost on your windowsill
But if someone’s climbing down your chimney
You better load your gun and shoot to kill

It’s Christmas at ground zero
And if the radiation level’s okay
I’ll go out with you and see all the new
Mutations on New Year’s Day

It’s Christmas at ground zero
Just seconds left to go
I’ll duck and cover with my Yuletide lover
Underneath the mistletoe

It’s Christmas at ground zero
Now the missiles are on their way
What a crazy fluke, we’re gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday

What a crazy fluke, we’re gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday!”

or how about this one?

Silent Night

Silent night,

Broken night.

All is fallen,

When you take your flight

I found some hate for you,

just for show.

You found some love for me,

thinking I’d go.

Don’t keep me from crying to sleep

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night,

Moonlit night.

Nothing’s changed.

Nothing is right.

I should be stronger then,

weeping alone.

You should be weaker then,

sending me home.

I can’t stop you fighting to sleep.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Or my personal favorite (to the tune of it’s beginning to look a lot like xmas)

I’m beginning to feel a little bankrupt

With every gift I buy

Oh, the credit card companies

Love it so when they see

Me spend more than I’ll earn before I die

I’m beginning to feel a little bankrupt

Bills come every day

But the ugliest sight I see

Is the mortgage rate increase

Four percent to eight

How much I would like to say

Things will all be OK

And soon I’ll be swimming in dough

But payments are due

And soon creditors sue

It’s a cycle don’t you know

And I don’t thing that I can wait

for my bank account to grow

And I don’t thing that I can wait

for my bank account to grow

I’m beginning to feel a little bankrupt

There’s no one left to blame

I should never have bought that Wii

Or that new MP3

Why do I so like to play this game?

I’m beginning to feel a little bankrupt

Soon I’ll start to yelp

But the thing that’ll stop my frown

Is if interest rates go down

Ben Bernanke help!

Ben Bernanke help!”

 

(my cousin wrote that one as his yearly parody)

 

BAH HUMBUG

i’ll fake it through the day with the help of Johnny Walker Red…

December 19, 2007

Ricky is home.  sweet home home home!! He is dozing now.  what am I doing?  well, I should be dozing off as well  (did I not learn when he was a really small child that  you sleep when the baby sleeps?) but instead I am trying to figure out how much Family Leave I have left.  with the exception of a few days when SMF took over care for Ricky, I have not been to work in almost a month.  I need to go back.  my sick/pto/vacation time is almost up.  however, with ricky having infections from his surgery, I can’t leave him in day care.   damned if I do, damned if I don’t. 

Booty call

November 11, 2007

I have no self esteem. I really don’t.

Stan came over last night. I was… slightly… intoxicated is a good word. A bottle of wine while I attempted to clean my flat. did i want him over? I have no idea. I think that I am afraid of being alone. after drinking wine, showing photos for xmas, sitting on the couch… eventually it led to the inevitable booty call.

the thing is, I found that I was thinking about… Sean. The whole time. WHAT THE FUCK? it’s not like Sean ever made me cum either so why him??? auuuurrrgghhhhh. this morning, I missed church. this is a big deal for me because of my profession. it grounds me a little bit. I was in my robe and stan… was walking around naked. this is something I usually do. I don’t know. Its wierd. I am almost ready to go to match.com or something lame like that. Just don’t want to be alone I guess. huh. that’s the second time I said that.

Here is my thing: I love ricky. LOVE HIM. but sometimes I wonder if men are just put off that I have a young child. I am not looking for daddy for ricky. I am looking for someone for me. why is it so fucking hard?!?!?!

NO!!!!

November 8, 2007

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A CALL TO ARMS!!!!

November 8, 2007

Take pride in your city people!!! Take pride in our glorious beauty! Take pride in our diversity!

Recently, my friend Kathy and I took our sons to the playground they both love so much. Kathy’s son is younger then Ricky, by six months, but he loves it as well. Imagine our dismay, when we arrived, to find our NEWLY REDONE PLAYGROUND… tagged with graffiti.

WHAT THE FUCK IS PEOPLE’S PROBLEMS?!?!

I HATE PEOPLE IN SF WHO DO THIS SHIT. Kath was just as outraged as I was. It’s sad day when our kids are playing among things like “jenni sucks a good dick” and “fuck you all mother fuckers”

SO… what are we doing about this people? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO SINCE PARKS AND REC OF SF CAN’T SEEM TO GET THEIR ASSES IN GEAR? Kathy and I are going to go down to the playground, after dropping Ricky with his granny and Kathy’s ex picks up her kid, and we are cleaning it up.

Come join us. Take pride in your playground and neighborhoods. November 11th.

I think I would rather be single.

November 4, 2007

Stan. sigh, oh stan… why must you be so damn nice? you loan me this money to get my new place lst spring after only 6 weeks of knowning you… and yet…

– you won’t help with Ricky, although I have asked you only once to change a diaper and that was today. your response? “I didn’t fall on my head”

– you haven’t mentioned me to any of your friends or family. how long have we been dating? seven months now?

– you are horny, ALL THE TIME, but don’t understand a girl needs to “warm up” a bit.

– I jokingly refer to myself as your “booty call” but you don’t correct me.

– I fake it. almost 99 percent of the time, just so I can go to bed.

– there is more to life then missionary. there is more to life then sex.

– I AM ON MY PERIOD. I DON’T WANT TO HAVE SEX. GET OVER IT. STOP HINTING.

– if I say my son needs a ride in the car, and you can’t understand why he is still crying after TWO hours, let me take him in the car. he was out in 5 minutes!!!

– you don’t like music. you don’t dance. you plug your ears when Ricky cries. You plug your ears when I grind coffee for fucks sake!!

– you don’t know who JOhn Lennon is. you don’t understand a lot of simple little things like that.

– you don’t want children. sorry, I do. and Ricky and I are a package deal

– finally, making me CHOSE to put my son in his bed because you were sleeping over, because the QUEEN BED was TOO SMALL for all of us… you sealed your fate. I hated putting ricky inthe other bed.

oh, if only I didn’t owe you 3400 bucks.

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