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Y'all know how it is - I read a lot of blogs, and a large percentage of those are the "mommyblogs", a term that makes my spleen jump out through my nose in revulsion. While I'm tucking my spleen back in, I wonder at all the illnesses these mommies seem to get from the basics of raising a kid, like changing diapers.

I was just barely 20 when kiddo was born and had changed perhaps 8 diapers in my life before that, all of them attached to the rear-ends of Sport and McBrother, and I managed to make it through 2 years of diapers and potty training without catching any kind of stomach virus or ickiness from my child's diapers. Hell, my child had two eye infections before she was three and I didn't catch those.

Y'all, I am not a germophobe and I am NOT a clean-freak. I didn't carry anti-bacterial wipes or goop with me, man I'm not even sure I washed my hands every time I changed her diaper. So what the fuck? Are they LICKING their children clean or something?? What gives?

Seriously, I've caught more colds off my child since she's hit puberty than while she was a toddler.

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I've mentioned my financial issues before. My little tiny city park train derailment of a financial problem that I'd like to keep from turning into a giant Amtrak disaster. I kind of suck at budgeting - ok, not really, but it's a matter of baby steps and I'm impatient and bleh. The plasma thing got sort of derailed (again with the trains??) by the holidays and I've had a little trouble talking myself into going back. Something about not having a set schedule and sitting there all Matrix-style for an hour, getting my fluids drained for an hour, has been really difficult for me to get back into. When you're too lazy to sell plasma, you know you have issues.

Would you like to know the sad truth? My left arm doesn't bleed. Well, Ok - I'm not half mannequin, so technically it bleeds - just not as well. So they have to stick me in the right arm, which renders it useless the whole time, which means I can't knit, write or type while I'm sitting there getting drained. I can bring a book, but it's surprisingly hard to concentrate on a book with all the beeping and phlebotomist scurrying going on. Yes, I know. They're paying me for my bodily fluids and I'm bitching because I can't figure out a way to distract myself.

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I applied to a few places online, because I can't stand doing the whole "hi, are you hiring?" thing and the only one to call me back so far has been a certain big chain store represented by a smiley face. We shall not discuss the ethics of shopping for or working at this store. I have financial goals here, people. Sacrifices must be made. Therefore, sometime in the next couple of weeks, 16-20 hours a week, I shall be spending nights and weekends as a cashier at a Smiley-Mart in south Austin.

If you happen to be in the neighborhood, c'mon by and say hello. Just don't give me no shit, man.

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Kittens!! Don't worry, they were just visiting. I haven't gone off the deep end again.