While I'm in the midst of determining my own life purpose, I decided to face the fact that eyelashes actually do have a defined purpose. And my little OCD tendency kid who lives life through quirky routines to deal with some type of anxiety issue I'm sure I'm the root cause of has pretty much plucked almost all of her eyelashes out.
Q) So what does a reliable "mom" do?
A) Call her therapist to get back on the schedule.
4 days... no call back.
Talk about a slap at someone's self esteem. Shit. Here we go again.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
My Daughter is pulling her eyelashes out and my therapist thinks I'm crazy
Posted by Susan at 12:20 PM 11 comments
Labels: how bad can I be that my therapist wont call me back, my daughter is pulling her eyelashes out
Friday, October 16, 2009
The Color of Crack is Quite Scary
Well, I'm finally ready to share a brief summary of my learnings around the color of ass crack. And thanks to my curious children, I'm prepared to dish up some great conversation with strangers at holiday parties this year.
Here's what I found in a nutshell:
1. You can't google "Why are Ass Cracks Pink?" without getting some really nasty search results. Most of the pics I dared to open were things I wouldn't even WANT to share with you. And most of you probably know, I'm usually willing to share quite a bit.
2. There are people who actually post questions on butt crack colors on Medical Websites. And worse off, there are more than too many people that have hairy butt cracks, growths on butt cracks, or bleeding/chaffed butt cracks, who in my opinion are desperately in need of help.
3. There is a drink called "Sand in your Butt Crack". It includes melon liquor, Jack Daniels and pineapple juice I think. I watched a video on it thinking I could at least share SOMETHING valuable in this post, but the drink looked as if it would literally taste like ass crack.
So for now, I lay my search to rest. The curious kid who posed the innocent question around butt crack color a few weeks ago has already moved on to her next fascination in everyday life anyway, which entails picking her eyelashes. And unfortunately every google search on this one points to needing a therapist.
Like mother, like daughter.
Posted by Susan at 10:47 AM 8 comments