I pride myself on being a fairly intelligent person. After all, I went though graduate school, passed national licensure exams, and am continuing studies. I can carry on a converstaion with some fluidity and know the difference in spellings/useage for the various form of their/there/they're.
I know not to use drugs. They are fun in the short term and bad for you in the long run. They turn out like a country song - lose your job, lose your house, lose your kids and your spouse and your dog and your teeth. No thanks.
I do not gamble. It's fun for a little bit, but in the end I walk away with no money and nothing fun to show for it.
I drive a minivan. It is practical, it hauls a lot of things, it has a DVD player for the kids. It is paid for. I don't buy a new vehicle because I would have to finance that purchase and I hate paying lots of interest, and the van is in good working order.
See? Fairly rational, even practical. So WHY IN THE HELL did I bake cookies at 9 p.m. last night? I am a nut ball.
About Me
- Mia
- Slightly chubbalicious psychologist from the Midwest, where we fry cheese and there are almost always bars or cookies in the breakroom. I am married and have two daughters. There are lots of angles in my life, despite the focus on excess flubber in this blog. So, before you call the licensing board on me (impaired practitioner!): I just needed to vent, ok?!
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