dancing barefoot over broken glass

Yeah, so I ran into this post recently on the Daily Mail.

Anybody notice that it was a RARE form of the bacteria.

There’s a reason it’s rare – it very seldom happens.

I can’t remember what television channel I had on the other day (thank God) but every third commercial was about bedbugs running rampant all over the US andalsoplus -the dreaded and nefarious DUSTMITES.

In case anybody didn’t know it, there are mites of some kind on pretty much everything, everywhere, all the damn time. Skin, flour, toothbrushes … EVERYTHING. Always have been and until we evolve into beings that live their entire lives inside of a plastic bubble, with a disinfection option on our highly evolved gauntlets, always WILL be.

This shit is not as prevalent, or as deadly, as the media makes it out to be. It’s a way to garner readership/viewers for media and for companies to bolster sales.

In some cases I think that kind of crap actually causes problems. Too much cleanliness leads to compromised immune systems. If y’all had seen the way I grew up you’d DIE from the horror of it.

And yet, here I (and my brothers and sisters) are. And we’ve all gone on to create more living, healthy offspring.

Also, I love how the people that this shit happens to are “normal” middle class folks. Wouldn’t you think people who live in run-down neighborhoods or in the deep south or hang out in crackhouse neighborhoods would be infested/contaminated as well – even more so?

molly’s lips

A little bit o’ the bitchy today, darlins.

I know I’m old, not quite red hat old, but pretty much older than the majority of the peeps I hang out with on the Internets (yeah, I know I’m too old to talk like that – whatevs), but honest to God, if I see one more FB post or Internet board post from a 20-something with a little kid (ONE kid) complaining about how fucking tired she is after a whole day of doing ABSOLUTELY fucking nothing, I am going to scream.

Baby, you don’t KNOW tired. Try having a two year old, a six week old and going back to work – from 6pm until 2am. And I worked until a week BEFORE the baby was born, 40 hours a week on my feet, eight hours a night.

Yeah, try that a little bit.

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rain check

Bah … cold and rain and sleet and ice. Welcome to Wisconsin. You can totally disregard all the beautiful photos on the official tourism site cuz it does NOT look like that around here.

Feh …

BigD is home today.


So far he’s been tolerable, but y’know that could change at any time. I love my husband, as y’all know, but there are days he can make me CRAZY – case in point, as I was typing this he came up behind me and blew/moaned in my ear and scared the snot out of me.

Oh yeah, this is gonna be a great day.


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