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Archive for the ‘Physical’ Category


Posted by ThePsychobabble on August 17, 2009

BlogapaLOSEa is the brain-child of Lisa over at Unfiltered Insanity and Heather at The Mother Tongue.

If you’re interested in the nitty-gritty of it, the meat of the matter, the rules of the game, as it were….feel free to head over there. I’ll be here when you get back.


Okay, you have the gist of it now? Good.
So, on August 31st, in this here space, I will do things I have not done before.

I will post my ACTUAL weight.
I will post a full body shot. Of my body, even.
I will post the scale shot (although, I can’t promise that my scale is readable in a photo. It’s barely readable in person. If I remember? I will pick up a new scale.)

During the contest, I will post the above and I will also post where I failed that week, and where I stayed strong. In the upcoming weeks before this officially starts, PLEASE feel free to share your secrets with me!

Because funds are limited, I will most likely be doing this sans Weight Watchers, sans gyms…sans “official” help in other words.

My most likely downfall? The exercise thing. But, public humiliation accountability works wonders for me. Hopefully, it will in this area, too.

So cross your fingers for me, or better yet, sign up and join with me!


Posted in Extra curicular, Physical | 2 Comments »

That’s A Mouthful

Posted by ThePsychobabble on August 7, 2009

Tonight I’ve left my living room. The day is winding down, and I’m out on the porch, keeping an eye on my oldest. That hot pink shirt she chose this morning helps.

Today was very dull, yet tiring.

I took Truck into the doctor. He’s been letting us know that his mouth hurt. We figured it was just teething. Maybe those back molars coming in. But it went on too many days, without any sign of an actual tooth.
So, in we went.

He has a virus. It’s similar to chickenpox, the doctor tells me. And it’s inside his mouth. It occurred to me after our appointment that those “bug bites” on his knees, and that diaper rash that looked a little different than normal, are probably also the work of this virus.

No wonder the poor kid didn’t want to eat.
So he’s on a strict PABIC (pudding, apple sauce, bananas, and ice cream….the guilty mother’s version of the traditional BRAT diet) diet until his mouth heals. Nothing we can do, but try to make him feel better, and let it run it’s course.

Poor little Truck. A mouthful of sores.

Posted in Parental, Physical | 2 Comments »

Cure for the common cold (NSFW)

Posted by ThePsychobabble on July 18, 2009

Since the beginning of our marriage, my husband has tried to convince me of the healing powers contained within his penis.

“My stomach hurts.”
“I have something that will fix that.”
“What’s that?”
“My penis.”

Supposedly, his penis is able to cure menstrual cramps, stomach flu, pregnancy pains, headaches and broken bones. Apparently, his man juice is of a powerful variety indeed. One has to wonder why modern medicine doesn’t have him locked in a lab somewhere, subject to a battery of tests?

There are many days I wonder why he’s not locked up somewhere filled with doctors…but I digress.

For the last week or so, I have had a nasty cold. The kind where you want to curl up and die. Puffy eyes, runny nose (yet congested sinuses…someone explain that one?) pounding head, hacking cough…the works.

I tried everything. Various cough syrups, cold medicines, alka seltzers, teas, etc. Finally, I broke down and took the good stuff. The stash. The cough syrup with the codeine in it. Oh yeah.

I figured that if it didn’t cure the cough, it might at least knock me out.
It didn’t cure the cough.
So I lay there whining and moaning about my impending death. And my husband offered up his usual home-remedy.

And apparently I was feeling a little loopy. Possibly the drugs. Because I took him up on it. Despite the puffy eyes, runny/congested nose, headache and hacking cough. (Note to self: Check and see if The Man was on something as well. B/c that? Not. Attractive.)

And… worked!

That’s right, I woke up illness-free. Rescued from the brink of death.

By a penis.

Posted in Mental, NSFW, Physical | 1 Comment »