While not yet 100% sold on all of Twitter’s positives and benefits (although I’m getting closer and closer every single week), I still find myself totally addicted to it (and yes…I say this every time).
The thing that keeps me coming back over and over isn’t the possibility that I could end up with thousands of followers with whom I could spam with lame money-making opportunities (seriously…are you people millionaires ore pretendonaires?) or “how-to” advice (my blog is fine, thanks).
No, the thing that brings me back multiple times every single day is clicking on links and reading and/or seeing things I’d otherwise never get a chance to read and/or see (not to mention getting some awesome fellow blogger updates). Thankfully, my TweetDeck allows me to truly follow whomever I want to and kinda ignore all of the spam while still increasing my follower/following count legitimately (I hate people who hit-n-run).
So once again, it’s time to check out my weekly Twitter Tales:
Jim, aka Depot Dad, went into surgery related to his cancer this morning . I gotta be honest…I don’t know exactly what he went in for. He has a nodule on his lung that is growing. So I think the surgery was to test the nodules for cancerous activity…similar to what my cousin went through last year. Obviously, my hope is that Jim’s results are much different. I went through a hellacious year in 2008 with my mom battling a brain tumor and my cousin falling victim to throat cancer at 34 years old…so when I heard about Depot Dad’s situation, I just couldn’t help but gravitate towards it. Gang, if you have a chance…either tweet Jim or drop by his blog and say “hi”. Send some well-wishes his way. You never know just how much good some positivity can do for somebody who is in a tough situation.
I’ve mentioned before than one of my favorite directors, Jon Favreau, has been tweeting little bits and pieces while filming the new Iron Man movie. Well…this tweet was pretty awesome, especially for a dork like me:
Laura had a pretty great job interview this week. FINGERS CROSSED…something good happened and it went really well. She is like millions of people around the world right now, doing their best to keep above water in a brutal economy that wants to drown as many people as possible. It’s tough for everybody right now…so to read a blogger being so honest about how tough it is, especially when you’re a single mom, is inspiring. It also makes me want to root for the underdog. I mean, who said that life isn’t allowed to have happy endings?
Speaking of happy endings (or at least happy right nows), MsSingleMama is riding high these days. Not only did she pick up a new Ford Fiesta last weekend, but she celebrated by getting a tattoo. Not only that, but she’s dating “The Lion” (shhh…she doesn’t want to scare and/or startle him…he might bite and/or run away!), she’s looking at buying a new house, and she also made a video about her tattoo experience and threw it up on YouTube for the world to enjoy:
There was a big story surrounding Good Charlotte member Joel Madden this week. He made the following tweet and it ended up making international headlines:
Now, the fallout hasn’t completely finished yet. So British Air wouldn’t let him on the plane unless he covered up his tattoos? I mean, WTF?? British Air has apologized since for the incident since there is nothing in their flight manuals or rulebooks that say anything about tattoos that would make them a flight risk. Certainly a clear-cut case of personal bias, but to me what’s more interesting is that this story is just another example of the incredible power of this new social media. Madden tweeted and immediately there was reaction around the world. I mean, there simply isn’t any other form of media around that can cause this much of a stir. This is where we’re going with Tweeter…and anybody who doesn’t truly understand it will learn soon enough, I think.
I really enjoyed the first Transformers movie. It had some silly moments, but overall it was an extremely entertaining movie. So I’ve been interested in seeing the sequel that’s coming out this summer. Just to whet my appetite a bit more, the latest HD trailer for Transformers 2 just came out…and thanks to TrailerAddict, I found out about it on Twitter. Ummm…yeah…it rocks. Hard.
MY T CAME BACK HOME!! Heh. Ahem…sorry. So yeah, T came back from her European Vacation. She had quite the amazing time...eating waffles, drinking beer, watching live sex shows… Wait. What?? Yep…that’s just one of the reasons I’ve got my huge internet crush on T: she’s just too cool for words. I know my ex-wife would have never done HALF of the things T did on her trip, and it’s not like T did anything insanely crazy (at least not in my book). I know what my problem is. I just need to find myself a Canadian T…
Oh…here’s something that probably only I find interesting: concert riders. Basically, these are the backstage “demands” of performers at concerts (y’know…like the old Van Halen one that asked for M&M’s with all the brown ones removed?). The Smoking Gun has a ton of them on their site, but just recently uploaded some new ones from Pearl Jam, Jason Mraz, Filter, and Ryan Adams.
One of my favorite tweeters is Darth Vader (how surreal is it to say that?). Whomever is behind this guy is doing a fantastic job of staying in character and still being funny as hell (at least to a dork like me). I think he deserves honors for Tweet of the Week:
But on top of that, he also apparently answers parenting questions. Here is a quick little Q & A that cracked me up and literally had me laughing out loud:
Dr. Leah brought up an extremely interesting topic this week. Do “mommy bloggers” (or in my case, daddy blogger…duh) take things too far with all of their kid pictures online? How much is too much? Where does one draw the line between honesty and TMI? I don’t know if there’s a right or wrong answer (you obviously know where I stand on the subject by reading my blog), but it certainly does make one think.
And finally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t re-post the information I first found from a tweet by Nicole, SingleMomInTheCity. She actually nominated me for “Hottest Daddy Blogger” as part of the 2009 Blogger’s Choice Awards. And believe me…I’ll be milking this as much as possible as the year continues on. I’ve got six votes at last count…pretty impressive for an overweight bald dork from Atlantic Canada. So please…be merciful and vote for me to be “Hottest Daddy Blogger”. I’m only about 194 votes behind the current leader…so I figure if NOBODY votes for him for the rest of the year and EVERYBODY votes for me, I’ve got an outside shot:
Yes…my shot at winning is slim to none and slim just left town. But still…for my self-esteem…a vote or two couldn’t hurt.
Remember yesterday’s post where the Ankle Biter was jumping up and down on the bed and feeling like a million bucks? Well, I forgot that the reason he was feeling so much better was because he had taken some medicine to make him feel that way.
I was reminded of that when I dropped him off at his mom’s for the night. The Ex then asked me to help her give him his medicine. Why? Because apparently he HATES it…won’t take it…spits it all up all over the place.
I know he needed it, but I felt like the worst parent ever as I held him close to me…his arms pinned with my arms…me attempting to calm him down by whispering soothing words into his ear…as his mom forced the thick pink liquid into his mouth.
His tears were many…his cries were loud…his sadness and “I don’t understand” reactions absolutely tore my heart apart.
Minutes later, though, he was back to normal…as if nothing had ever happened. In fact, he whole-heartedly gave me a hug of “forgiveness” when I stretched my arms out to him.
Still, the entire incident weighed on my heart all night.
When I dropped him off tonight after our supper together, I cringed at the thought of going through the situation again. The Ex told me that she had done it a couple more times on her own and would be good to go without me. However, she reminded me that I was going to have to do it all weekend.
Oh yeah…I’ve got my son all weekend.
OMG…I don’t want to do it. I don’t want my son to hate me, if even more a few minutes. I can’t do it alone. There’s just no way.
But yes, I realize that he needs this medicine in order to clear the puss and infection that is in his throat. It’s got to be done. I have to stop being such a pansy about this.
So once I got home tonight I felt a little saddened at the thought of making my son cry all weekend (okay…only three times a day and only for a couple of minutes each time…but still!!). Then I remembered the ONE THING that can always bring a smile to my face.
I hadn’t seen the Ankle Biter since last Wednesday, which REALLY sucked because I hate going that long in between visits.
I was supposed to see him last night, but I got a call from work yesterday afternoon from The Ex telling me that he had gone to the doctor because he was sick. Apparently, he had his first tonsil infection (with puss and everything!).
When she called me at 4pm, he was falling asleep on the couch after a VERY trying day and we both agreed to switch nights. I mean, what’s the point of me going over to wake him up while he’s sick and medicated just so we can eat supper together for a few hours and then bring him back home?
So I left work today at 4:55pm…completely anxious to rush over to the babysitter’s and pick up my boy. When I pulled into the driveway, he was outside enjoying the sunshine and leared around the babysitter’s parked car to see who had pulled into the driveway.
His eyes lit up when he saw me.
When I got out of the car, he ran to me. Fast.
He literally jumped into my arms.
In that moment…that split second…I was as happy as I have ever been. That’s the only way I can describe the sheer joy that moment felt to me. It’s the feeling that only the unconditional love of your child can provide.
We came home and I realized that he picked up a few more words.
I was beaming.
I just casually asked him if he wanted to watch Wall*E.
I turned around and saw him shake his head in the back seat. Okay…here was my next test: I asked him if he wanted to watch Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. Certainly he wouldn’t know exactly what I was saying, right?
I turned around and…sure enough…he was nodding his head with a HUGE smile on his face.
No. Word. Of. Lie.
Needless to say, he ate like a horse and appeared to be feeling 100% better than he was the previous day. He finished his supper and grabbed a squirt-gun that has given him even MORE reason to play “laser battles” with me. In fact, he felt so much better that he ended up playing a new game at daddy’s house: Jump on daddy’s bed while looking at himself in the mirror.
And thus the reason for this entire post:
Now, I wouldn’t be ME if I didn’t sit back and say…
DAMN…he’s gettin’ some freakin’ AIR, isn’t he???
So once my pride died down enough for me to take him home to his mom, I (of course) decided to upload a couple of pics that I took tonight and altered just a bit…
Hey…I’m addicted to showing off my kids. What’s a guy to do?
Okay…for those even remotely interested, here is where I stand after one week on the 30/30/30 plan:
So what this means is that I almost lost 3 pounds this week. I say almost because the scale fluctuated a bit and it almost looks like it’s at 212lbs. Whatever…I’m down.
And it’s encouraging because I didn’t try as much as I wanted to this week. Things came up…I found excuses…and the 30/30/30 plan turned into 10/10/20. But that’s alright…I’m down.
Two people returned to work today from separate vacations in Mexico last week. Ummm…is it wrong that I’m a little bit freaked out?
I know that this isn’t considered to be a pandemic (yet) and that there is only a relative chance that they caught anything…but I’m still a bit un-nerved about the whole thing.
So here’s the question I pose to you: Does a business..in this case a large office environment with over 100 people working on this particular floor…have a legal and/or moral obligation to ask these people to at least discuss their trips to Mexico with their local physicians?
I don’t know about the legal side of things, but from a health side…wouldn’t it be better to just put everybody’s fears to bed and talk to your doctor?
Am I being too jumpy about all this? Is it not as big a deal as the media is portraying it to be?
Okay…here’s the deal: I’ve never thought of myself as “hot”. Ever. At all.
Without getting into too much detail, I had a ton of self-esteem issues when I was growing up. But during my 20’s I had a job that attracted a lot of women, and I ended up using women as a way to boost my own self-esteem.
I WAS A CAD…believe me, I know.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve come to realize what I did as a youth and why I did it. In the 2+ years since I split with my wife and went on an inward journey to find out who I really was, I ended up contacting a number of women who I treated badly…they were good people and I wasn’t the good person they deserved. I apologized to them and attempted to explain why I did the things that I did.
Luckily, most never saw it as badly as I did…and a few of them are actually friends on my Facebook page now. Huh.
ANYWAY…where the hell am I going with this??…Oh yeah…I am at a point now where I may not be as thin as I was back then, but I feel better about myself as a person and that (hopefully) helps me display some of my confidence a little bit better. I’m absolutely a better man today than I was 10 years ago…and with that knowledge comes self-esteem.
But I’ve never…and I do mean NEVER…ever saw myself as being “hot”. But Nicole recently nominated me for a Blogger’s Choice Award for “Hottest Daddy Blogger”:
Heh…how ’bout that, eh? Who’d ever think that about me? I gotta say…it’s very flattering and much appreciated.
And NO…I’m not shamelessly asking for compliments in the comments section. That’d be kinda sad. But I certainly wouldn’t mind a vote or two and I have no problem shamelessly asking for votes (lol). I’m only about 184 votes behind the leader…so there’s still a shot for the end of ’09!!
Okay…my shot at winning is nil. But still…for my self-esteem…a vote or two couldn’t hurt.
Okay…I finished making over 120 photoshop wonders of the Rugrat for her scrapbook. I’m happy with how most turned out and THRILLED at how others turned out. I’ve cropped them all into 4×7 sizes, so all I have to do now is just print them off and then paste ’em into the scrapbook. Hopefully I can do this within the next week or two…although life seems to be overly busy lately for some reason (I can’t imagine trying to juggle a relationship right now).
Anyway, here are some of my favorites:
I’ve got pictures from the day she was born up through her visit last month. Ten years worth of memories done in a unique and fun way that she’ll really love (hopefully).
Oh…and for those curious, there’s at least one picture on my Flickr page that shows Canadian Bald Guy before he was bald (and I’m bald by CHOICE, by the way). I think I’ve made the right choice.
So yesterday my eyes opened-up at 6am. On a Saturday morning. Yeesh.
But y’know what? That’s just fine with me. More day to enjoy, I say.
When I was younger, sleeping in was all I could think about. Now? If I actually sleep past 8am on the weekend I feel guilty about it. It’s a definite tell-tale sign that I’m getting old.
So after having some breakfast, I immediately thought about what I was going to do on this glorious day. My thoughts drifted off to the afternoon and starting-up the BBQ for the first time this year. But what to grill?
Ahhh…I had a deer steak in the freezer that my dad had given to me over the winter. The night before I had actually taken it out of the freezer and placed it in the fridge to thaw. Yep…planning ahead for meat intake. NICE.
So I threw the steak in some marinade and decided by later afternoon it would be AWESOME. I love marinades. To think I grew up on nothing but steak and BBQ sauces. I can do that occasionally now when I visit my parents, but I’d much rather let something sit for a few hours and truly enjoy the flavor than drown it in some thick sauce.
But I digress…
As I pondered what to do on a Saturday without any pre-made plans, I checked my email and found out that I had won two tickets to the local annual car show. Sweet! The doors opened at 10am so that gave me time to casually shower and get ready to go out.
Now while it was expected to be 21 celcius (70 fahrenheit) during the afternoon, it was still single digits during the morning…so I threw on my spring jacket and made my way out the door to pick up my tickets.
Of course, my mind did drift slightly to the fact that I was going alone and had nobody to attend the show with. But I reminded myself that I enjoy my single freedom and had the chance to do something on my own time, on my own terms…and then I cranked up the car stereo with a big smile on my face.
So I arrived shortly after the doors opened. My thought was that I really had no desire to be stuck with crowds of people, plus I wanted to take some pictures and didn’t want to elbow people to get the heck out of my shots.
Here are some of the pics:
Okay, so as I was walking around I stumbled upon the corporate sponsor’s car. They had a model there displaying the car. And…y’know…I just had to take a picture:
Yeah…this girl was drop-dead gorgeous. And yeah…her stomach looked like that when she sat down, too. Wow.
So buddy at the booth asked me if I wanted an autographed picture. I politely said “no thanks”. I mean, I’m 36 years old. What in the blue hell do I want with a signed picture of some chick I don’t even know? What am I going to do with it…sell it on eBay?
Then he asked me if I wanted my picture taken with her. Hmmm…that’s different, isn’t it?
Hell yeah I’ll take a picture!
I don’t know if you can really tell, but I had the “thumbs up” and big cheesy smile for a reason. I mean, I’m a dude. This is what dudes do. Heh.
I left just after lunch and made my way back home. At this point the sun was shining high, it was really warm, and I wanted to get some house cleaning done.
I got home, checked on my marinating steak (looking good!), opened up some windows and got to work. Laundry…dishes…vaccuum. It was indoor work, but it was work that needed to get done.
At 4pm, I cleaned my BBQ…which was rather disgusting after a winter of rusting away. I’m going to have to buy a new one eventually…but that just isn’t in the budget at the moment.
I was cooking by 4:30pm and looking forward to sitting down with my steak, an ice cold beer, and the NFL Draft at 5pm (local time…I’m waaaaay on the east coast).
Needless to say, the deer steak was thick and juicy and AWESOME. I could tell it was going to be great before I even ate it…
I stopped watching the draft after about 3 or 4 hours and 3 or 4 beer. I sat in front of the computer and starting catching-up on tweets (was following Morgan and Alaina as they made their way from Chicago back home in Alaina’s new Ford Fiesta!) and working on my daughter’s scrapbook.
See…I’ve been working on a scrapbook of The Rugrat for a few months now. I’ve never done one before so I went out and bought a kit a few months ago and quickly realized that I SUCK AT IT. But last week I realized that I could do something that no other scrap-booking kit could do. I have recently found some awesome photoshopping websites that allow me to do things like this:
So that’s what I’m up to today once I post this blog. I want to make 10 years worth of unique and interesting photos of her life, then pop them into a scrapbook and give to her when she arrives this summer for a visit. Yeah…scrapbooking and listening to music (you can follow my real-time playlist here). I’m a WILD PARTY WEEKEND WARRIOR!!
Hope your weekend is going as well as mine is. It’s a weekend like this that reminds me that I don’t need a woman in my life to be happy with life.
While not yet 100% sold on all of Twitter’s positives and benefits, I still find myself totally addicted to it (yes…I say this every time).
The thing that keeps me coming back over and over isn’t the possibility that I could end up with thousands of followers with whom I could spam with lame money-making opportunities or “how-to” advice (I hate those people).
No, the thing that brings me back multiple times every single day is clicking on links and reading and/or seeing things I’d otherwise never get a chance to read and/or see (not to mention getting some awesome fellow blogger updates).
So once again, it’s time to check out my weekly Twitter Tales:
Some guy named @aplusk ended up racing CNN to a million followers on Twitter. Some people hated it…some people loved it. Some people didn’t know much about it and just blogged their uneducated opinions about it. Whatever. There was a reason it was done…there was a reason why Twitter prevented people from unfollowing both sites…there were reasons bigger than just “ego” for the entire race to take place. But whether you were pro- or anti-Ashton…you really can’t deny thinking that the photo posted by luke88addis was all sorts of shades of awesomeness.
The King of Twitter
Modern Single Momma’s House
Morgan bought a house!!!! How awesome is this?? Listen, I’m only a recent follower of ModernSingleMomma but have been a fan of her and her blog since I first started reading it. So knowing my happiness in seeing her finally achieving blissful love with “Man From Kentucky” must just be the tip of the iceburg in comparison to her long-time followers who have gone on the journey with her from single to dating to in love to moving in with to buying a house with. Honestly…this is just one of those “feel good moments”. Congrats, Morgan! Can’t wait to see where the journey leads you next!
Kim Kardashian fell asleep while sunbathing this past week. Ummm…I’ve got nothing really witty to say, I just wanted to post her picture so I could point and laugh at this no-talent hack.
Depot Dad was having some problems with Twitter the other night. He had the following to say:
My Twitter window is overwhelmed with the tweets of only three people. What to do about it?
I immediately noticed that Jim was only following 13 people but had 68 people following him. I informed him that he needed to follow those who followed him, and then more posts would come. This suggestion…
…ended up bringing me to an amazing site for ANY Twitter user. It’s called Friend or Follow. Basically, this site will tell you who you are following who is not following you back. At that point, you can decide whether or not to unfollow them. For me, celebrities and website accounts are pretty much no big deal if they don’t follow me. I mean, really…is Jimmy Fallon or a site like PopEater really expected to follow back EVERYBODY? Meh…that just doesn’t bother me so much. On the other hand, I did happen to notice a couple of fellow bloggers that weren’t following me back. DadsHouse…wassup?? Did I not rock your house just last month? And IHeartSingleParents isn’t following me?? Sniff… 😦
Yes…I realize I’m totally shameless. Suck it up, princess.
For any fans of Ghost Hunters, lead hunter Jason Hawes is now on Twitter. And no…he doesn’t appear to be re-following, either. Meh.
Matt Logelin was recently in Hawaii. No real story here…just wanted to showcase a photo from where he was staying and secretly be jealous while looking out my bedroom window to see the brown grass. Sigh.
Mindy has been enjoying her Twitter time lately. Well, she recently installed her TweetDeck software and was immediately feeling a bit overwhelmed. It wasn’t too long, though, before this amazing program had her addicted. It’s not perfect, but for a Twitterer it’s a tremendous tool that helps you manage a LOT of tweets, followers, replies, and direct messages. I just love it…automatic url shorteners, automatic links to Facebook updates, automatic tie-in between Twitter and TwitPic…just a ton of useful tools all in one place. I’m definitely a promoter of TweetDeck. If you feel overwhelmed on Twitter, this is one heck of a useful tool.
My “Tweet of the Week” this time around comes from Trina. It’s so wrong…but that’s what makes it funny:
How wrong is it to be eating cheese cake while watching Biggest Loser?
How long have you ever gone without sex? Yikes…my answer is kinda scary (at least for me). Does being a single parent mean that you should not be having sex? Is it different for men and women? This was a pretty good discussion brought up by Rachel over at SingleMomSeeking this week.
If you’re a Star Wars fan like me and the Ankle Biter, then you absolutely MUST follow @DarthVader. I mean…here are just a few of his more recent tweets:
Just be glad I don’t celebrate Earth Day the way I celebrated Alderaan Day.
Aaaah, I love the smell of dead rebels in the morning!
Note to self: Find and then “let go” the dolts who designed our Super Star Destroyers without so much as a back-up bridge.
Okay…I know I may just be an uber-nerd, but these tweets crack me up every time. May the Force be with you, Darth!!
This makes me proud
T forwarded me an AWESOME tweet this week that contained a picture of a Canadian flag that was made from painted rocks in Afghanistan. It was doubly-cool because CNN did a story on the Canadian forces in Afghanistan and how we’ve been there since the beginning. I know somebody going there in the fall and I’m really hoping the American forces are there in full swing by then…we could certainly use the help!
Speaking of T…I think THIS TWEET deserves the final spot in this week’s Twitter Tales column. Why? Heh…click and you’ll see why. LOVE double entendres.
I’ve been putting off this post for a few days now. I’ve really been struggling with whether or not to blog about it…but it’s been bothering me so much that I just can’t hold it in anymore. I need to talk about it…blogging is my own version of online therapy.
I got a phone call on Saturday morning from Rugrat’s mom in Ontario. Apparently, Friday night there was a very in-depth conversation between Rugrat, her mom, and her step-dad.
This discussion was an extension of a discussion they had with her before she came to visit me. She’s still having issues at home…still having problems with kids at school…still having a hard time with her 10-year-old life.
There were some bombshells that were delivered during this conversation that have weighed heavy on me since Saturday:
Her mom thinks that she’s going through puberty early. After after a ton of questions and doing some online research, she believes that Rugrat’s body believes it is 14 when she’s only 10. That’s creating a TON of emotional issues within her, not to mention the physical trauma of having her body jump-starting like that.
She didn’t really understand the whole “father” vs. “step-father” thing. Her mom and I split when she was only eight or nine months old…and her step-dad has been in the picture since she was about two or three, so all she’s ever really known is having “two dads”. SIDE NOTE: He’s a great guy and I was told that he tried to explain the situation so that Rugrat really understood.
Having understood, she went on to say “If I have two dads, why do both of them hate me?”
What the f*ck…..???
I was really shocked to hear this because I know her step-dad loves her very much. He’s a good man. He told her that if he didn’t love her, he probably wouldn’t have stuck around and married her mom. The problem, though, is that there are now two younger sisters in that household that were born from their marriage so Rugrat probably doesn’t think she is loved as much as the other two simply because she’s not “his child”.
It was crazy to hear this. Her mom and I always just assumed that she would grow up knowing that she had two separate parents who loved her but just didn’t live together. But as I learned on Saturday morning after talking to her mom, neither one of us ever had “the talk” about why we weren’t together. We just assumed that she would grow up understanding the situation…we never really considered her having questions as she grew older because she didn’t know any other way.
So yeah…the bombshell about her thinking I hate her? It comes from the suggestion that “I left her”…I “abandoned her”…and SHE WAS WONDERING IF I HAD LEFT BECAUSE OF HER.
Please…in addition to the punch to my gut, please punch me in the nuts. Then kick ’em. Hard. Thanks.
I mean, she just visited me for two weeks last month on her spring break…so to hear that she said that she thought I didn’t love her just KILLED me. It still does. I mean, I told her every day just how much I loved her and missed her. We even discussed the possibilities of her moving in with me during the summer.
It didn’t take me long after hanging up with her mother to realize that I needed to get advice…and quick. I mean, I had so many questions…
How can I explain to my daughter just how much I love her when I don’t see her very often at all?
How do I explain the split between me and her mom?
How can I adequately explain the differences between “father” and “step father” and that she can have the best of both worlds?
Since they were close, do I need to re-explain my situation with my ex-wife?
How can I explain the similar situation to my 2 1/2-year-old son as he gets older?
I immediately wrote an email to an online psychologist that I trust because I was in a bit of a panic about the whole situation. This person has since offered to speak with me on the phone as opposed to just discuss the situation via email. Now since I don’t know if this is normally their preferred method of providing advice or if it’s an exception for me and my situation, I don’t want to give this person’s name or website information at this time.
I’m nervous and I’m scared. My heart breaks every time I think about my little girl having those thoughts. Maybe they’ve been building-up for awhile…maybe they were said in a fit of puberty-filled anger. I don’t really know.
But I’m extremely grateful to the doctor who will discuss the situation with me. I feel totally lost right now. I’m going to be listening very closely to what this person has to tell me.