I'm sorry it's been a little quiet around here. As many of you probably know, October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month, and as the founder of a DV organization, October tends to go by in a blur of awareness events, meetings, and speaking engagements, and this year has proved to be no exception!
In fact, I have a speaking engagement in less than two hours and I haven't even written my speech yet! I'm literally sitting in bed, in my underwear, writing this, because I felt bad leaving you all hanging for this long.
But, since I don't have a ton of time, I'm just going to update my email subscribers who do not follow me on Facebook, with the articles that they may have missed out on, that I wrote but ran elsewhere.
"5 Things I'm Just Going To Go Ahead And Apologize To My Kids Teacher For Now" is a little rundown of all my parenting failures, and why I feel my child's teacher might need a heads up!
"Why I'm Not Going To Tell My Daughter What The Doctors Say About Her Prognosis" really surprised me when it went as viral as it did. It ran one day and the next day appeared on Good Morning America, ABC News, and then was written about in Daily Mail, Independent Journal, and the list goes on. It was a bit strange reading the comments from people who were confusing "diagnosis" with "prognosis" (and thought that I was hiding my daughter's health condition from her), but nevertheless it did spark some interesting debates! It really is weird though to see which articles tend to flop and which tend to take off; the results usually surprise me.
"The Day I Served Detention For My Daughter" was an update to the story I brought you two years ago, when my daughter got in trouble for something that I did, and the principal threatened to call the police on me.
"I Park In The Handicapped Spot Even Though I Can Walk Just Fine" was a bit tough for me to write, and after it published I had a bit of a panic attack wondering if I had gone a little bit too far this time. It's funny the things that with everything I don't mind sharing with the world, there are still a few odd things that I prefer to keep to myself...
Oh my gosh, I need to get dressed and get out of here!
One last thing before I go! Last weekend, after working near round the clock for a couple weeks on end, The Guy convinced me to go out for a drink and try to unwind.
But now here's the thing... is it just me or does it feel like it was a little bit mean of the bar to match this trippy lighting, with these strange, tilty glasses?
Because I don't know about you, but I felt drunk the second I got my drink and sat down.
I've never been high so I can't really compare, but I did feel weird lol.
So basically, what I'm saying, is that if you want to feel drunk or high, and save your self a few dollars and calories, just head to the bar next to my house, order a glass of water, and sit back and try to figure out what the heck is going on.