Spring is in the air, normally I would be focusing on my
physical insecurities like how I need to work out before I put on a bathing suit
or that I need to go tanning before I even think about shorts. Since I’ve had
Ali those insecurities have no longer keep me up at night. It’s my other
insecurity, Ali’s development, that’s been racking my brain. Her Third Birthday
was just the other day I’ve been especially insecure about her milestones. Pair
that with the more frequent trips to the park and you’ve got a basket case on
your hands.
Pregnant People?
I was riding the bus the other day and I saw a sign that
confused me. The sign was right above the first seats of the bus and it said
the seats were reserved for those with disabilities, the elderly and pregnant
people. Pregnant people? Really? I understand that political correctness has
taken over society but to my knowledge it hasn’t taken over science. People
aren’t pregnant; Women are pregnant.
Oops! I did it again.
I’m not proud of what I’ve done but my pride has never
really been an issue on this blog. In fact, If I had any pride at all this blog
probably wouldn’t exist. But, to my fans amusement, I will continue with the
story.
How Dare You Not Like Me!
I understand that sometimes two people don’t gel. And I
know I’m far from perfect but I pride myself in the ability to get along with
pretty much everyone. I have friends across the spectrum from old ladies who
turn to alcohol to 20 year olds who discuss celebrity
gossip. I know some people have a few layers to peel back before they succumb
to my charms but I cannot stand when someone refuses to get to know me at all.
Here is the story of one unlucky woman who will never know the joys of my
friendship.
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