This week I pulled down a post about race relations. It made me sad to do that, but I was tired of being beat up about it, and looking like a crazy person.
Regardless of what people say, I did link back to her, and she never contacted me before-hand like she claims to have done. But sometimes, when you have this world around you, who support anything you ever say, someone is going to wind up looking like the asshole. The asshole ended up being me.
Which is fine any other day because I am used to looking like an asshole, but it wasn’t fine on a subject as sensitive as race relations, especially since I have a multiracial child.
So I am DONE talking about that. Please don’t ever bate me into it again. Ever.
This week I also discovered that there is such a thing as a mom gene. This made me happy. Kind of like mom jeans make me feel happy. They go up high enough to hold in your FUPA, know what I mean?
I don’t have the mom gene (unlike mom jeans – I totally rock those).
I have to work harder at being a good mother than some of you. Thank God I have Becky the Super Nanny. She rocks at mothering things. It comes natural for her. For me? Not so much. But working outside of the home comes super easy to me, and it’s probably why I have 47 jobs, and I don’t blink an eyelash about it.
Stay-at-home moms are my heros. I don’t know how you do it. For real, you guys have the hardest job of all.
I love my children, but I’ve got to tell you, I like them better after they are over the age of six. Toddlers are insane.
We had a very controversial debate on Twitter this morning.
Morning Sex: Yay or Nay?
So far, you freaks are in it to win it with the morning sex. Which? Gross. Your butts and breath stink. No one looks good. And no one has on beer goggles.
It was also decided that most women do not like feet to touch them. Men – stop touching us with your feet. It’s gross.
And personally, don’t put your boner in may back in the morning. *I’m looking at you, Shaun Soleau*
I’m heading to Vegas this week to become a famous HR person. I’m speaking at The Recruiting Conference not once, but twice! WOOT!
The first session finds me on a panel about social transparency and how it helps you recruit people. I’d say I’m pretty transparent. I hope I don’t say “vagina” or tell the room about my fear of tampons.
The second session is going to be me, all by myself. I am teaching people how I recruit people using social media. This is a super interesting subject, and it would be eye opening for job seekers. I promise to show you guys how I do it, so look for a post about this tomorrow. I haven’t paid for a help wanted advertisement all year as an experiment, and so far, all of our spots are getting filled. So it really works!
I cannot get enough of this song (ever since I saw them in concert a few weeks ago).
I’m gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and throw it in the ground
Make sure you’re never found
The winds are getting stronger
The sky is falling through
And you ain’t got much longer
Till the rage rips off the roof
I’m a tornado…
And I’m coming after you…
I said to my friend, Sarah:
I think I’m a tornado.
Honey, you’re a damn hurricane.
I think she’s right. I am a damn hurricane.
I just really relate to country music songs.
I found the perfect Michael Kohrs wristlet at TJ Maxx for $39.
Be jealous.It’s typically $79.
Okay, so let me have it. Morning sex? Feet touching you? Do you think I’m a baby for pulling my post? Are you jealous of my new wristlet? Do you have the mom gene?