Single Mom at Work
with Karli Larson
The transition from stay-at-home mom to divorced-and-working-full-time mom can be challenging, and sometimes very lonely. Throw in a few cats, an ancient dog and one very brave boyfriend, and life gets downright crazy. Join me as I talk through my thoughts and struggles, my miscalculations and my triumphs. We're in this together, you and I.
When I'm not writing here you can find me over at work on the TisBest Philanthropy blog.
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Oh, if only everyone had the kind of holiday love and compassion that one faithful reader shared with me last week:
I’m a writer too. Grow a pair and get a job.
Now that’s an old-time, down-home Christmas carol, fo’ Santa-shizzle! Grow a pair of what? Chia pets? I already have breasts. Once, in college? A boy in my freshman tutorial? Toppled me onto a pile of coats? Kissed me passionately? And told me that they were beautiful?
My breasts. Not the woolen coats, or Chia pets. Although they can be beautiful too. A Chia pet with a good haircut? A thing of beauty.
Back to the holidays! Yay! Fun!
The weather outside is frightful
And writers—as you know—are delightful
Since there’s no place to go
I’ll chew my hangnails until they bleed and turn up the thermostat on my guilt and self-loathing and eat poinsettia until I learn how to spell it correctly
What? That didn’t rhyme?
My darlin’ pookieschmoopiefaces, I know this is not the sort of column you have become accustomed to here at the wonderful, incredibly helpful Work It, Mom! But they knew I was not incredibly helpful when they hired me. They did know I was single, and a rather vibrantly messy work-in-progress. Perhaps they did not know just how messy, and they are finding out now.
Another reader wrote this week:
I want to fire you. But I can’t stop reading you.
I kind of appreciated that. But my first thought, of course, was, Can she fire me? My second thought was, Does the whole world want to fire me? My third thought was, I know the word for setting oneself on fire: self-immolation, and thus, no one should ever, ever fire me, because I know how to get the job done myself.
The world has a dwindling population of folks who know what self-immolation and defenestration mean, and don’t think I’m afraid to use those fancy words. Or commit those acts on primetime, if NBC pays me enough. My kids need to go to college! And one wants to major in unicorn-naming, so scholarship offers will be slim, even if she goes to the University of Bjork in Iceland.
By now, loveys, you are nervously wondering:
1) Does Jennifer Mattern know this is a column about being single?
2) Has Jennifer Mattern forgotten this is a column about being at work?
3) Does Jennifer Mattern know we’re here?
The answer to all three questions is yes.
I just got back from the mediation lawyer with my almost-almost-almost ex. We were tying up a few loose ends. I would say, “crossing t’s,” “dotting i’s,” except those phrases make me want to commit defenestration.
Friends, this single life? In progress? I do not find it easy. It has been a work in progress for nearly two years now, and the fact that it is wrapping up during the holidays is devastating because, by now, everyone else is So Very Over It, and there is no one left to talk to. Even my dogs are over it. The cat just met me a few months back, and already she is hiding in my bathtub to get away from my gloom.
I am not ready to offer helpful advice. I am not THAT single gal on this site. I am THIS Single Mom at Work, the one who could not believe that the lawyer did not have ONE box of tissues on his long mahogany table this morning.
I am THIS Single Mom at Work, the one who has been cut down to size, has made mistakes, has effed up. I am THIS Single Mom at Work, the one who was part of a MARRIAGE that made mistakes, that effed up. I am THIS Single Mom at Work, the one who’s been trying to get back on track, the one who’s trying to find words for something that there are no words for.
I am THIS Single Mom at Work, who will always love my ex very much. Or at least, I can’t see that stopping. Wish I could. I am THIS Single Mom at Work, who is trying to make you laugh, because if I don’t, I will surely not make it. I don’t know where all of you put those tears of yours, or how you stop the flow. I can’t stop mine, and I am ashamed that they keep coming.
The lawyer reminded us this morning not to marry again before 120 days are up, so as not to commit bigamy in the good, old-fashioned state of Massachusetts. A strangled mix of tears and laughter lodged in my throat, where I held it in check. I had told myself I WOULD NOT CRY AGAIN IN THE MEDIATION ROOM, under penalty of SELF-FLAGELLATION (see? another good one), or penalty of a sequined hair shirt from Lane Bryant. Marry again within 120 days? I will be lucky if I take down the Christmas tree within 120 days.
I wish I had advice for any of you. I am a columnist, after all. I wish a had a buche. I’d be thrilled to grow a pair. A pair of anything new. Baseball mitts? Better buttocks? Covered bridges? Not really sure what Friendly Reader was on about. It would be great to keep her happy, though. Everyone deserves to be happy.
By the way, could someone let her know that this is a job?
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I do not want to fire you. AND I can’t stop reading you. You make me laugh even when you’re enduring the toughest of all tough times. And it’s your irrepressible wit that tells me that, in the end, you’re going to be okay.
alice | December 15th, 2009 at 1:26 pm
And you do this job so well.
All Adither | December 15th, 2009 at 1:29 pm
What’s the word for when you pluck all the hairs out of your eyebrows? I’ve attached a pair and then removed them when I was done, does that count?
I’m working but not yet a Mom… well not sure if I’d be a “Mom” anyway, according to my gender dysphoria — does that mean I shouldn’t be reading on this website??!?
Anyway, the little tykes are nearly five and my honey would LOVE to be in mediation, but instead the EX keeps making unwarrented doctor’s appointments for the twins and not telling her about it. There will be a trial, with witnesses and lots of extra drama… the stuff that’s being saved up for now because this is just the little drama.
I’m a little past the who-what’s-it of decorum on various websites commentery. You can lurk and find out the “culture” of a place, or you can show up and be yourself and just let people freak out.
One mom’s humor is another mom’s film-noir-in-haiku. We’re all just wandering around BEING and then people will tell you what they think.
Frankly I just grew a big perma-stiffy that I’ll wash inbetween usages.
Shel | December 15th, 2009 at 1:30 pm
I wish sometimes (where sometimes = always) that anyone commenting on the Internet would have to look into the person’s eyes and see their reaction. What is the point of a comment like that? Just to wound.
That commenter? Needs to grow a pair of brain hemispheres, because clearly the whole brain is missing.
Nicole | December 15th, 2009 at 1:31 pm
I adore you!
Fruitfly | December 15th, 2009 at 1:32 pm
“I know this is not the sort of column you have become accustomed to here at the wonderful, incredibly helpful Work It, Mom! But they knew I was not incredibly helpful when they hired me.”
To me, there’s a difference between help and advice. There’s plenty of advice out there about how to raise kids, how to balance work life and home life, how to keep our relationship fires burning. What you offer is help - because there’s nothing as helpful, as comforting, as knowing that I am not alone in this journey. That our emotional lives both define us and don’t. That other women value vocabulary words and aren’t afraid to use them.
So thanks for the help. And I’ll take advice too, if and when you’re ready to dish it out.
Kristen | December 15th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
Jenn - LOVE the t.p. shrug in the picture.
LOVE you even more. So glad you are writing here!
Lorrian | December 15th, 2009 at 1:56 pm
She probably meant a pair of fangs. They are all the rage today. Maybe you could grow a pair that matched hers!
Jenn, you know when I started writing I was a single mom; I think that no matter my marital status, in many ways, I’ll always be a single mom…I think it’s part of my genetic make-up.
Always a little off, a little more sad than the rest, laughing at completely inappropriate times to fend off the sobs, using McDonald’s napkins at a funeral because even though I knew I was attending a funeral, I didn’t think to bring tissues.
All of our lives are lives in progress, love. Just beware of the fangs.
You wouldn’t want to be caught in this life for eternity.
Much love,
Jenn
Jenn | December 15th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
What in the HECK? Dude, this is a paid gig, Commenter Who Is A Writer. Take my improper titling capitalization and shove it!
And by “it” I mean a yule log.
Julie | December 15th, 2009 at 2:09 pm
You go girl! Did I just type that?! I hate that phrase.
Jenn - I’ve tried to make The Four Agreements my mantra as it really helps when dealing with such helpful, friendly commenters! #2 of The Four Agreements states,” Don’t take anything personally….Nothing others do is because of you…it is merely a projection of their own reality.”
When that doesn’t work, I tend to tell people they are cordially invited to go F&^% themselves! That works, too.
Love you,
Amy
Amy | December 15th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
Christ, Jenn. You’re lovely. And your writing is always valuable to me. People can be such d@*ches (rhymes with buches… I think).
Alesia | December 15th, 2009 at 2:22 pm
Better than advice, you give us an example….and example of how to live life despite the tough times, in the tough times, through the tough times. Not that your way will be my way, or anyone else’s way. Just that it is possible. And it is possible to do it with grace and humor, even when accompanied by tears and swearing.
Amy | December 15th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
I’m ashamed that it’s taken this to get me to de-lurk, but I’ve been reading for years, and I wanted to let you know that what you are doing — the trying but not getting better, and the writing about it so honestly and bravely — is making at least one material and positive difference; it *is* helpful. I think (hope) you know that already, but a concrete piece of evidence can’t hurt, so here it is: my best friend in the world suffered a devastating break-up four years ago, and she is not over it, not close, and she doesn’t see how that will ever happen, or if she’d want it to, and I think that reading your words has saved me from losing her friendship. And sometimes it’s because I see and hear my thoughts about her in those cruel “enough, already” emails and comments you get, and the anger I feel on your behalf reminds me how much easier, after all, it is to be the one who isn’t suffering with no end in sight. So if the most important thing my freind needs me to do right now is not to ask her to pretend that it’s getting better for my sake, then I can — to coin a phrase — grow a pair.
But it’s more than just my private moments of recognition, I think. There is very little allowance in this world for problems that can’t or won’t or shouldn’t be fixed quickly — for mourning. There may even be little allowance for it on sites like this. So what could be more valuable, more _helpful_, than a testimony on behalf of those who are actually doing the mourning and the struggling, a testimony that gives the rest of us (who may one day find ourselves with intractable sorrows of our own) the chance to exercise a muscle of compassion that we very rarely do.
Catherine | December 15th, 2009 at 2:49 pm
Yeah, I can’t spell poinsettia. Can’t pronounce it either.
But don’t let the grinches get you down.
Mrs. Q. | December 15th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
There’s always someone in the group who doesn’t quite get it, hmmm? Poor dear. She’s missing out on so much!
susan | December 15th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
1) I think you already have a pretty big pair, figuratively of course.
2) You are fantastic at your job, I can’t stop reading, and therefore, I hope no one ever fires you.
3) Don’t be ashamed. If you couldn’t feel? I think *that* would be something of which you could be ashamed.
Jenni in KS | December 15th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
I think she meant pants. Because if you could grow a pair of pants, and then more pairs of pants, you could get TWO jobs—one selling them on eBay and another with a sideshow to demonstrate your skill. It’s a brilliant suggestion, really. Plus, you’d have lots of pants.
What a kind of lovely lady to think of it. You should send her a thank-you card. (I hear that on her home planet a single extended middle finger is the very highest compliment one can give, in fact. Just a suggestion.)
Mir | December 15th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
At least if you were crying whilst at the time of self-flagellation, I do believe you would not be able to burn away. That is a positive.
I do not want to fire you. You I want to read all the days of my life.
Patois | December 15th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
“A strangled mix of tears and laughter lodged in my throat, where I held it in check.”
Wow. Been there. This was so incredibly raw and touching. Thank you for the reminder that behind every article on the Internet there is a human being. I know it’s lame but.. (((((hugs))))) I couldn’t help myself.
Bunmi | December 15th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
I am familiar with the type. Completely lacking in compassion and empathy, their astonishing lack of humanity rains poo down upon anyone who has the misfortune of crossing their path. I have several techniques for dealing with these charming souls.
1) Like Amy here said, I tell myself that their nastiness is not about me and I should not take it personally. The book she mentioned, The Four Agreements, made a big difference in how I viewed myself and the world.
2) I try to imagine how shitty their lives must be in order for them to leave a slime trail in their wake. Then I can feel morally superior to them and even work up a bit of pity for them.
3) I remind myself that karma is a bitch and they shall soon reap the misery they sow. Then I cackle with great glee and move on with my day.
BadKItty | December 15th, 2009 at 4:02 pm
Don’t eat poinsettia, Jenn! I’m pretty sure they’re poisonous, and I can’t think of a fun, multi-syllabic word for that. I know exactly WHICH Single Mom at Work I’m reading, and I read you exactly because I, too, know “self-immolation” and “defenestration” (but not intimately, fortunately, though I did throw a burning bottle rocket out the window next to me when it landed on my bed once, so that’s only slightly close on two counts). Also I read you because I suspect that you, too, are amused that flammable and inflammable mean the same thing. Keep writing, Single Mom at Work Jenn Mattern. You’re on fire!
Noelle | December 15th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
well, helllooo. good writing, wacko. i wish i had found you from the beginning. i’ll have to go read up on you now… really . very good style, full of truth and wit and so forth…
wifemotherexpletive | December 15th, 2009 at 5:58 pm
I still can’t get over that I thought you said “meditation lawyer” and I was thinking wow, they’re pretty progressive over there on the East Coast that sounds more like a California thing….took me almost a minute to realize it was “mediation”, duh!
Rebecca | December 15th, 2009 at 6:25 pm
Enjoyed it as always!
xo xo
Momsy | December 15th, 2009 at 6:29 pm
I just have to say, I DON’T want to fire you, I absolutely *love* your writing. Yes, you got little asteriks and all!! Your words are smart, funny and most of all HONEST. We all need so much more of that and you inspire me to be more honest with myself, even about the messy, ugly, seemingly weak parts that I don’t want to show the world. The truth is that we are all weak inside, we are all so very vunerable, but some do a better job of pretending. You make me ask why??? if we are all in pain (and SO many of us are, about one thing or another) then why not just be honest about it. It really helps to hear your words, they help heal my heart.
Hugs to you, and please keep writing.
Anna | December 15th, 2009 at 7:00 pm
I think you’re awesome. Also, I like that the answer to question number 2 was yes. I’ve been reading you for a long time but never comment.
Erin | December 15th, 2009 at 7:26 pm
Someone should kick that commenter in the pair. This is a perfect place for you. And I think it’s a big deal that you can get a comment like that and respond like this. With lots of pairs. xs and os to you and your unicorn-naming darlings.
rachelb | December 15th, 2009 at 9:22 pm
There is no shame in not being over it. I believe there is more shame in being over it too soon.
Heidi | December 15th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
Yes, your last line. YES.
I adore that you are not THAT put together, know it all mom. Because that mom makes me stabby. You are my kind of mama, the one I want to sit next to at a gathering. Probably uncomfortably but we wouldn’t be wearing the twinset and that would be something.
Sugared Harpy | December 15th, 2009 at 9:57 pm
You are still awesome. I wish I could make your tears go away. But, Jenn dear, we all cry them and you have a good reason. Wish you soon-to-be ex wasn’t so blind and foolish to let you go.
Kaffee | December 15th, 2009 at 10:55 pm
jenny,
meanspiritedness is just a disguise for insecurity, jealousy, and stupidity. sis, it’s not you, it’s them. i feel sorry for them.
and i love and adore you and will read every word you choose to share forever and always, the end.
xoxoxol
Lisa | December 15th, 2009 at 11:00 pm
Also, to idiotic “I’m a writer too. Grow a pair and get a job.” girl, grow a heart and mind and try to use them correctly.
Kaffee | December 15th, 2009 at 11:01 pm
Honestly, though? If any university offers scholarships for unicorn naming, it will be the University of Björk in Iceland.
You are wonderful. If anybody dares fire you, there will be a riot.
Stine | December 16th, 2009 at 1:12 am
Oh, how I love the way you put it down in words. Firing you? Not a chance.
nicolien | December 16th, 2009 at 3:12 am
Meh. Who the hell wants more advice? Not me. What I want, and what you so beautifully supply, is truth. Honest struggles from a real person, who despite all evidence to the contrary, has not given up hope. Feathers or no. Please, be encouraged in your very REAL work that you’re doing here, and keep those SAT words in circulation.
Amy | December 16th, 2009 at 7:40 am
i suppose some people want tough-tough-tough in spirit and attitude, but i don’t think it’s what everyone needs. i think it’s great you have a gig where you’re paid to write about your life and what you think — is that not crazy wild? and you never seem stumped as tow hat to write, while i know several writers who suffer terrible paralysis. putting yourself out there, i suppose, is not a risk-free pursuit, but you seem to handle it well, addressing the issue and sticking up for yourself.
tina | December 16th, 2009 at 9:40 am
LORD HEP ME, WOMMIN. I am a single mama. If you gave me advice, I’d have to slap you into next week. We don’t need advice. We need laughter and love, and you’ve got that in spades.
I didn’t cry during my divorce because I was afraid that if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. It does get better. I promise.
Also? Re: Jenn in the comments above…I used a pair of dirty toddler socks to wipe my face at a funeral yesterday. True story. I would’ve felt Totally Together if I had had McDonald’s napkins.
Amelia | December 16th, 2009 at 9:54 am
I have been reading BEAW for years…and rarely comment. I read because you are funny, and poignant, and real, and honest. And, though I am not single, my mom was. With two girls. You remind me of her…what she/we went through. And it makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me remember and appreciate how hard it was for my mom. For what it’s worth, it’s better now.
Sunshine | December 16th, 2009 at 10:09 am
There’s a time and a place for everything - even for “growing a pair”. Having followed you for a while now, I think you have grown the biggest and brassiest pair of all - talent and courage. Regardless of the challenges you have faced, you’re still here, still writing, still being real.
I applaud your “pair”!
Lori | December 16th, 2009 at 11:18 am
I think we should get that grow/job thing printed on Christmas cards. And I was so glad for your last line, because that’s what I was thinking all the way through: This IS a job! And it’s a WRITING job for a WRITER—as opposed to a troll job for a writer. Several times I’ve gotten comments from people who say I’d be happier/saner if I got a job, but, um, do they mean IN ADDITION TO the 30-50 hours a week I’m working as a blogger and writer? Because GEEZ, I don’t know if I can TAKE that much happiness/sanity!
swistle | December 16th, 2009 at 1:03 pm
This Lori agrees with the other Lori–you already have a pair, and then some. What would you do with two more? Your pants would be lumpy, and face it, who needs that?
You’re tough enough for twenty of us, dumpling. Why, you’re already faster than a speeding four-year-old, more powerful than a mediation lawyer, and able to leap cold-hearted commenters in a single bound. Keep writing. Here, there, anywhere. I’m convinced you can write your way out of anything, and drag a few hundred other people up out of the muck along with you. Keep that head high–especially with the festive toilet-paper shawl around your shoulders. We should all look so good in the loo. Just keep writing, just keep writing….
Lori | December 16th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
You have shown that you burn with intense talent, humor, grace, and resilience. She can’t fire you if you’re already ablaze. Love these posts!
caro | December 16th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
Can blokes comment here?
In any case, love the writing, following you here from the old site. I am often the lawyer guy with the big table, and yes, sometimes I run out of tissues. Then again, if I were not a bit insensitive, doing divorce work would make me self-defenestrate.
There is no way to candy coat divorce. It sucks beyond belief, but it gets better. And it does not start to get better until it is over.
So I am very glad for you that it is nearly over. And don’t go get married for four months, ‘K?
zagnut | December 16th, 2009 at 7:46 pm
I’ve been quietly reading - while you married, and now that you’re not - and I applaud your brave words. Hang in there. Wish I could make it better. (At least I keep tissues on hand. Stupid mediation lawyers.)
Lisa Milton | December 16th, 2009 at 10:54 pm
I’m not Over It. Not over mine, not over yours. Talk my ear off, baby, I’m here.
mom on a wire | December 16th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
Hey…I’ve got a pair of size 7’s that would like to do a cruel dance on friendly readers head! I’m Hungarian and I dance with BOOTS.
Dear one,
You are in the process of “becoming” something else, someone else.
And..if I’m not mistaken….evolution is a good thing. Some would politely comment it is the only thing that keeps us (polar bears included) moving with the ice flow.
Keep following the winter sun…..we will keep following your talented and honest writing.
With respect…cuz you deserve some!
Rooooo
Roooo | December 17th, 2009 at 8:43 am
It’s been a while since my divorce — twenty some years? — but your post took me right back to that place where I sat opposite my future ex and chomped my already bitten nails through tears, unable to focus on the words being spoken in French by our mutual lawyer, a woman he could charm, not the best choice but the most cost-effective, and then, afterwards, chased him down the Versailles avenue, screaming swear words.
So, you see, you are not the only one who behaves this way, But, few people write about it as well.
I don’t think love stops, when you’ve really loved someone, but you do learn to live without that person and be happy. And, you will.
By the way, I don’t stop in often, but your column never disappoints. Thanks for sharing.
XOXO
Alexandra | December 17th, 2009 at 9:28 am
I have never seen them, but I know they are big, sweaty and a complete pair. I am not tired of you or what you say, but I am sick of getting your big fat balls all up in my grill. I am glad I have the optic excellence to witness your balls in action. Please don’t grow another pair, the other ladies in the hizzle and I couldn’t handle it. Be glad that someone out there doesn’t think you have balls, you can be a mystery to one lonely soul.
zoesmom | December 17th, 2009 at 10:50 am
Oh, Jen. I guess it’s not news that the anonymity and non-face-to-faceness of the internet frees people to be their worst, mannerless self, but it’s still painful to see. I’ve read your BEAW blog for a while now, and I’ll follow you anywhere and read what you write, because you are an amazing, powerful, gifted writer. And it’s important to hear the truth of what it’s like to go through things like divorce, because it’s really easy, as you say, for people to get tired of it and be thinking, “Get over it, already,” because their friends who are suffering can’t or don’t express it as eloquently as you do.
I’m really glad you’re here, and you’re writing, and I want to do whatever the complete opposite of fire you is.
Booa | December 17th, 2009 at 10:52 am
I love that you are willing to show us that you were hurt by a comment. It’s just one more way you are REAL and honest.
anonymom | December 17th, 2009 at 1:52 pm
Does this site pay? Even if it’s paying per post, it can’t possibly pay enough to support you and your kids. Why doesn’t the Boston Globe snap you up–they laid off enough staffers, they’re sure to need freelancers. Even if their readers were cranky, your stories got more traffic than anything else on the site.
Stacy | December 17th, 2009 at 5:30 pm
You made me laugh with the Lane Bryant hair shirt comment. Friendly reader can suck it. In fact, I just bought a rubber stamp that says just that and now I know who to give it to.
Kate | December 18th, 2009 at 9:43 am
Hmm, if you start growing a pair now, could you be finished in time for Christmas? Think how lovely they’d look on your tree! Heck, grow several pairs and next year you can do the whole tree up - the tricky thing will be to grow pairs in different colors so your tree isn’t monochrome…
Then you could take a picture of it and post it so your dear reader would know that you followed her oh-so-nicely put advice!
The rest of us don’t need to see the picture - we already know you can hardly walk right because of your ginormous junk… 
Leslie | December 18th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Yeah, what they all said better. Many big hugs. If they ever fire you there will be a huge revolt!
Jen Lewis | December 18th, 2009 at 11:22 pm
Truly amazing the way you turn something ugly into beauty Jennifer. I’ve seen it on Breed ‘Em & Weep, and I see it here. I’m a mama, lucky enough to be married and my husband’s salary pays the bills (at least our new ones–after lay off & lower pay at new job we could not keep our house), and am slowing moving out of the swamp of a breakdown. I’ve been depressed before, I felt sad and suicidal sometimes but could still always do the basic daily functioning, but not this past year. If I wasn’t angry and despairing then I was scared by my craziness. Screaming at my kids. Good day to feed them & dress them and ignore them rather than scream. Your writing, YOUR writing Jennifer, made me less scared of myself so I could work on peeling down the layers.
Alison | December 29th, 2009 at 4:09 am
OK, so you are not the usual fare for this site, but I like this site and I like your writing and I appreciate the new dimension that you have brought to Work it Mom! Judging from most of the comments, I’m not the only one.
I’m not single, but I still read this column pretty regularly. Nataly did a brave thing adding you to the roster, and you both should be rewarded.
Also, Kristen’s comment is spot on.
Lisse | December 30th, 2009 at 9:33 am
So, when do I get my cut? This is one of the most popular posts on this site, and all because I suggested you stop whining and get a job. Are you getting paid by the hit? Hope so!
Belinda | May 25th, 2010 at 2:08 pm
Boy, the hits just keep on coming!
Ornette | August 18th, 2010 at 7:24 pm