tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1548419305364383902024-03-13T02:18:02.648-07:00Laugh.Rant.Snort.Stories From A Foul-Mouthed Redhead.Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-12346043249959923432013-02-21T19:19:00.000-08:002013-02-21T19:19:50.599-08:00Foreshadowing is REAL, yo! Last month, I celebrated my birthday. The night before my actual birthday, Mr. Misha had a gig. I went to the gig and my pending birthday was made known, leading to the purchase and presentation of many delicious cocktails before me. I got quite boozy. I had worked the night before, I didn't really eat a proper meal before going out and the cocktails were so yummy- I got aMishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-4772390761468291302013-02-05T03:15:00.000-08:002013-02-07T14:16:13.261-08:00Male Privilege
Mr. Misha is out of town. I needed to go to the store. It was 2:30am. I needed to go to the store at 2:30am because I slept all day. I slept all day because I worked all night. In fact, I worked five 12hr night shifts in the past 7 days. A lot of things fell through he cracks. I need to do laundry. I need to go grocery shopping. I need to clean Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-81429731635500131542013-01-21T21:01:00.000-08:002013-01-21T23:24:47.903-08:00Blog for Choice Day 2013
NARAL has asked that I share a personal story for Blog for Choice Day this year. I've never had an abortion. But here is my personal story.
I've always been Pro-choice. It never occurred to me to be any other way. I wasn't raised by liberal, Pro-choice, feminists who marched, protested and campaigned for reproductive freedom. I was raised by Republicans. IMishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-715036850497183542012-12-05T13:54:00.001-08:002012-12-05T13:54:13.812-08:00Marital LawMe: I just want it on the record that I am quite fond of you.
Mr. Misha: Noted. I am fond of you too.
Me: I just wanted that on the record.
Mr. Misha: I think you've been watching too much Law and Order
Me: I OBJECT!
Mr. Misha: Sustained. Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-63365795952148995712012-11-20T09:00:00.000-08:002012-11-20T09:00:03.916-08:00Perimenopausal MaturitySo my friend, Mrs. Pirate, was in a meeting. I knew she was there, so I decided to send her a text to make her laugh inappropriately.
Me: I think I may be becoming possessed.
Me: I just farted and it smelled like sulfur.
Me: Like a match striking.
Me: Not like an egg.
An hour later…
Mrs. Pirate: I love that you send these to me when Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-31687692487887943542012-11-19T09:00:00.000-08:002012-11-19T09:00:07.924-08:00Parenting Magazine Should Totally Call me! Conversation I had the other day:
J: The principal called me today. The kid refused to change his seat when the bus driver told him.
Me: Did he do it with flourish? Like, "I WILL NOT CHANGE MY SEAT! THIS IS AMERICA! WHERE IN THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE DOES IT SAY WE HAVE TO CHANGE OUR SEATS?"
J: No. He said "Why do I have to change seats? Why doesn't (the Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-33020672187945748532012-11-05T10:09:00.001-08:002012-11-16T16:00:39.244-08:00People Pleaser
Last night, in preparation of my 12hr shift in Lochialand, I stopped by my local coffee joint to get a fix. The one goofy, and terribly slow, dude was working along with a couple of young girls. A woman, in her mid-thirties was in front of me in line. She was having a hard time ordering her Chai Tea Latte. Goofy boy was making it even more difficult and confusing for her. &Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-13954139003650520562012-10-30T12:16:00.002-07:002012-11-16T16:01:09.540-08:00Embracing the Crone
So I went to the optometrist yesterday. My eyes have become old. I knew it would happen. It happened to Mr. Misha shortly after we got married and moved in together.
A few days after we unpacked from our honeymoon, Mr. Misha asked me if we had any lightbulbs. I went to the closet, pulled one out and gave it to him. "Do you have any different ones?" heMishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-10625056302624874012012-09-28T12:30:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:01:29.896-08:00It's Full Moon Friday!
There is weirdness afoot. It started off at Weight Watchers this morning, where a senior citizen dropped trow so he could be weighed in all of his SILKY BOXER GLORY!
Despite not tracking my points and eating poorly, I lost a little bit of weight this week, so I left WW feeling not so bad. Then my weight Watchers buddy, Stacy and I went to get coffee. Once there, we noticed Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-41350389813339205262012-01-22T04:06:00.000-08:002012-11-16T16:01:49.701-08:00Blog For Choice 2012
This year, the question posed for Blog for Choice Day is "What will you do to help elect pro-choice candidates in 2012?"
First:
I'm going to vote.
Second:
I'm going to make sure Mr. Misha, my mom and anyone else I know who is pro-choice votes. I'll drive them to the polls. I'll pick up voter registration forms for them. I'll take them Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-56505781109932635542011-08-10T03:39:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:02:49.640-08:00Bleeding Heart Liberal Lyric QuandaryBack in June, I was preparing for my annual getaway with The Hoz. Aside from packing my clothes, planning & shopping food, I wanted to load up our dead 3G iPhone with music and use it as an iTouch. I wanted to choose songs that would be familiar to my travel mates and would encourage loud, drunken, singing.
After scouring through my iTunes, I realized there was one area Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-72131294709249132082011-08-04T06:30:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:03:15.331-08:00Matters of HeartA friend called me last night. Her heartrate is consistently running above 180, she's passing out from low blood pressure, totally frustrated with her doctor. She has long QT syndrome and has a pacemaker/defib, taking betablockers, diuretics & ca channel blockers. She's young, in her thirties. Ugh.
She called me for advice. It's been a long time since I was a cardiac nurse. I have no Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-90182823920722642962011-03-08T15:48:00.000-08:002012-11-16T16:03:52.209-08:00Blog for International Women’s Day 2011!
International Women’s Day [IWD] is on Tuesday, March 8, 2011. As set by the United Nations, this year’s theme is “Equal access to education, training and science and technology: Pathway to decent work for women.”
This year, they’re asking bloggers to think about any of the following questions in regards to the U.N.’s theme for IWD:
What does it mean to have equal Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-45289721330721089762011-02-11T06:30:00.000-08:002012-11-16T16:08:04.464-08:00Twammogram, The Turd...Ahem, I Mean, The Third Times a Charm?
It's been six months, time for me to take my abnormal boobs back to the Women's Imaging Center for the third installment of "Twammogram: Live-tweeting my mammogram".
I had to go again because my boobs are weird. The saw the same thing on the second mammogram that they saw on the first. Nothing new appeared, nothing grew, nothing disappeared, nothing looked cancerous. &Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-35629591868140577932011-01-25T20:59:00.000-08:002012-11-16T16:09:01.234-08:00Thank You Michele Bachmann (video)
Here are my tweets (and others) preceeding, and during, the Tea Party response to the State of the Union. Video of the short speech is at the end of this post. Enjoy.
RT @Ali_Davis: OK, giving in and switching to Bachmann. Preparing for armpit noises. #SOTU
RT @gigibsohn: You know how far CNN has fallen when you wish that Michelle Bachmann would hurry up and speak.#SOTU
RTMishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-19742168226004843702011-01-22T09:00:00.000-08:002012-11-16T16:10:33.449-08:00Blog for Choice 2011
The question posed for this years Blog for Choice is:
Given the anti-choice gains in the states and Congress, are you concerned about choice in 2011?
My quick response is "Yes I am! You should be too!"
House Republicans Frantically Race to Restrict Abortion
15% of Large Abortion Providers Have Received a Bomb Threat
Decline in Abortions Appears Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-34277623799695759602010-11-23T09:00:00.000-08:002012-11-16T16:11:11.774-08:00Just one vowel.
Look at that face. It barely has a nose. That face makes a lot of noise. We call those noises, snarfles. I had never had a Pug before The Bean. I had no idea what to expect. I certainly didn't expect all of the licking. The snoring. The odd noises that come out of this sweet little dog. She makes me smile and laugh every day.
One night, Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-2029737105696881232010-11-20T23:45:00.000-08:002012-11-16T16:11:46.571-08:00It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You!This week, I started mentoring a nursing student. She is in the last few weeks of nursing school & as part of her training she will spend two months with me birthin' babies. It could be a coincidence, but the minute she started her preceptorship, all Hell has broken loose at the baby birthin' factory. It has been extremely busy. It has been extremely challenging.  Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-88770769496977981382010-09-15T01:01:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:14:35.900-08:00A Plethora of Updates (Mostly boob-related) Dress Quest 9/11
Thanks to everyone for the fashion advise. I ended up purchasing the two most popular dresses. I wore one to the rehearsal dinner and the other to the wedding. I didn't get any real good full length photos of myself with either of my my dresses, but I am waiting to see the photos that other folks have taken and will post them if they are not too Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-55842179702161164152010-08-27T09:00:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:16:44.450-08:00This Is What A (Somewhat) Young Feminist Looks Like
This post is one of 37 submissions in the ‘This is What a Young Feminist Looks Like’ blog carnival. Head over to our host, Fair and Feminist, for a list of participating blogs.
The California Nurses Association is trying to unionize the hospital where I work. Each night, they take over a conference room, set out some food, candy and union literature for the nurses. They sit Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-64132653965034393122010-08-18T04:43:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:17:07.873-08:00Twammogram Redux
I finally went & had my repeat mammogram. I was supposed to get it 4 months ago, but I kept playing phone tag with the central scheduling department at the hospital. Eventually, I got an appointment and I live tweeted the procedure again.
But to be honest, I couldn't really tweet during the actual boob shoot for a variety of reasons.
#1) I could tell with one Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-50468214698434322852010-07-27T20:18:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:17:36.720-08:00Dress Quest 911I need help. I am trying to find something to wear to a semi-hipster/computer nerd wedding on September 11th. It is going to be hot as Hades. I need to be comfortable. I also have ginormous boobs (which I like), T-Rex arms (which I don't like) and freakishly white legs which I refuse to put in a pair of pantyhose in fucking September.
I hate shopping. I Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-66428631359478038842010-06-26T06:00:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:19:17.026-08:00Awwwwwwww!
I received an email from a cousin tonight. I loved the personal note he included, as well as the story he forwarded. I wish Mr. Misha and I had the cash/space/bigger bed to adopt more rescue dogs.
The back seat of this rescue van almost looks like our bed at night, every night we have four rescue dogs in bed (two are mother and son, Beatrice and Dante both Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-68364542658008632272010-05-01T07:30:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:21:14.947-08:00Springtime College MemoriesI went to a Seventh Day Adventist College(I am not SDA). It was located in a little hamlet on top of a hill in the gorgeous Napa Valley. The location of the town made it possible for the college to keep out most of the secular world. Mail was delivered on Sundays instead of Saturday (their sabbath). Caffeine, alcohol, tobacco, meat and condoms were not available for sale up on the hill. OneMishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154841930536438390.post-80807495920383426712010-04-26T09:00:00.000-07:002012-11-16T16:21:49.427-08:00I'm all about Science. #BoobquakeSo today women around the world are conducting an experiment. They are going to see if their breasts can cause an earthquake. You see, this doofus in Iran thinks that "Many women who do not dress modestly lead young men astray and spread adultery in society which increases earthquakes" so today women are posting their most immodest photos of their chesticular area to see if it Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05184090983812912352noreply@blogger.com0