Our local chapter of The American Red Cross is in need of voluteers to help the victims of hurricane Katrina, so, I just signed up for a Basic Disaster Response Training course. The class is 3 hours long and will enable me to be able to assist the victims directly.
I'm nervous about it, because, what do I have to offer? But I'm willing to do whatever they need, as long as it's in the evenings when Tony can stay with the kids.
I realise I'm only doing this because I need a distraction from my newly diagnosed disorder, Superficial House Wife Fat Person Depression. I'm so grateful that there are people who read this who diagnose me FOR FREE! In my comments!
Yesterday, I had written a post all about my SHWFPD and even included a picture of "me" letting loose and taking a break from my disorder**, but I deleted it after my husband read it and deemed it "NOT FUNNY!" I think it's because he doesn't like me comparing myself to a HIPPO, but COME ON, Hippo Sex and Hippo Shopping Cart Rides are comedy gold. Why doesn't my husband GET THAT?
Kristal gets it. She's the one who sent me the hippo in a cart picture. She saw it at Walmart and THOUGHT OF ME! (Only because I was talking about Hippo sex, so don't get all "ohh, that's mean!" because, no, that's "hilarious") I understand it's offensive to some people, but, like I said, I choose to deal with my "insecurities" with humor. And for me? It's much better than the way I've dealt with things in the past. Much better to laugh than to cut yourself with knives, wouldn't you agree?
This morning, I'm going to take a drive up to my favorite park to meet up with a local "mommy group."
THAT'S RIGHT, I JOINED A MOMMY GROUP. I never, EVER imagined the day I'd actually join one of these things, because, generally speaking, "groups of women" annoy the crap out of me.
The bragging. The gossip. The whining. The "my kid is smarter than your kid" conversations. The cliques.
Not my thing, people. Not.My.Thing.
I've decided to give it a chance, but only because my friend joined recently and she seems to like the women. I trust her judgement, because she's cool like me.
Ha! Ha! Me? Cool? HAAAAA.
I hope it goes better than I'm imagining it in my mind. Things usually do go better than I think they will...because my mind? Is jacked up.







I agree with Tony. You know what I think of the troll and we both know who it is. Comparing yourself to a hippo is not cool. You are too cool to be something caged up at the zoo. You are woman, hear you roar. So at least be a lion or something.