I am alive.
We are all alive here.
I have nothing real interesting to say.
Well I do.
More on it later.
Actually it is kinda gossipy.
& very judge-y.
But it makes me feel better about the MOM I am!
PS. I have the best kids EVER!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
New Year.
Wow. I forgot all about this!
That would be me,
start something, and not finish it.
Completely forgetting about it all together.
Well, Maybe I will try to start posting again
For my no readers. Thats fine though.
I just had a blast reading through my little
not read blog here.
It was funny to me. WOW
I'll be back (fingers crossed) Next year
Corny Jokes and all.
That would be me,
start something, and not finish it.
Completely forgetting about it all together.
Well, Maybe I will try to start posting again
For my no readers. Thats fine though.
I just had a blast reading through my little
not read blog here.
It was funny to me. WOW
I'll be back (fingers crossed) Next year
Corny Jokes and all.
Monday, June 27, 2011
She is the WORST.
I am going to do a little thing on here that I will call
SHE IS THE WORST.
It will tell you the WHOS WHATS AND WHYS.
My first target. My mother. SHE IS THE WORST.
I had the pleasure of riding with my mother for a long car trip yesterday.
Lets just say it was a miracle
1- that I didn't puke all over the inside of her car
2- we made it home alive (after I insisted she pull over and I drive the rest of the way)
I often talk to my mom on her way home from work. She is ALWAYS -EVERYDAY - NO LIE- complaining about the other drivers. Some one is always pulling out on her, or swerving into her lane, or tailgating her.
I had some feeling it couldn't all be other people.
Yesterday confirmed my suspicion.
Oh Mom may stay in her lane, but she bobs from yellow line to white line. Back and forth, just swaying away as she gas and releases. UGH the surges where the worst. I honestly was going throw up all OVER. I had to use a bag. I don't think its TOO hard to apply an even amount of pressure to your gas petal. No wonder she goes through gas like its toilet paper. She is constantly ~10x a minute~ stomping on the gas the lifting her foot. OMG. WHO TAUGHT THIS LADY HOW TO DRIVE???
Lets not get started on how she changes lanes. No she doesn't look and make sure she has room and gently switch lanes as the car is moving forward. NO she quick glances (not sure she even does this) and BRAKES the practically turns. This is not a fluid motion, it is a jerky quick ballsy move.
I had to remind her, MY KIDS were in the car. She blamed the car, the road, but it was never her fault. Even after hours and hours of monotonous highway driving, at 10:30 at night while she was tweezing her eyebrows. Yes, you read that right, she some how found her tweezers, and was tweezing her eyebrows while driving on an interstate with tons of trucks in the dark with my children in the car.
I insisted she pull over and we switch. She clearly was not fit to drive at after no sleep and a long day, or EVER.
As I said it is a miracle we made it home. Also that she isn't in more accidents. & She hasn't gotten more tickets.
Next time Mom and I go together somewhere, I WILL DRIVE, my car. This is ensure there being no chance of her driving at all. My kids are not going to ride in a car with her ever again. I will continue to make excuses as to why they can't to her and them.
In closing,
thank you dad for teaching me how to drive.
SHE IS THE WORST.
It will tell you the WHOS WHATS AND WHYS.
My first target. My mother. SHE IS THE WORST.
I had the pleasure of riding with my mother for a long car trip yesterday.
Lets just say it was a miracle
1- that I didn't puke all over the inside of her car
2- we made it home alive (after I insisted she pull over and I drive the rest of the way)
I often talk to my mom on her way home from work. She is ALWAYS -EVERYDAY - NO LIE- complaining about the other drivers. Some one is always pulling out on her, or swerving into her lane, or tailgating her.
I had some feeling it couldn't all be other people.
Yesterday confirmed my suspicion.
Oh Mom may stay in her lane, but she bobs from yellow line to white line. Back and forth, just swaying away as she gas and releases. UGH the surges where the worst. I honestly was going throw up all OVER. I had to use a bag. I don't think its TOO hard to apply an even amount of pressure to your gas petal. No wonder she goes through gas like its toilet paper. She is constantly ~10x a minute~ stomping on the gas the lifting her foot. OMG. WHO TAUGHT THIS LADY HOW TO DRIVE???
Lets not get started on how she changes lanes. No she doesn't look and make sure she has room and gently switch lanes as the car is moving forward. NO she quick glances (not sure she even does this) and BRAKES the practically turns. This is not a fluid motion, it is a jerky quick ballsy move.
I had to remind her, MY KIDS were in the car. She blamed the car, the road, but it was never her fault. Even after hours and hours of monotonous highway driving, at 10:30 at night while she was tweezing her eyebrows. Yes, you read that right, she some how found her tweezers, and was tweezing her eyebrows while driving on an interstate with tons of trucks in the dark with my children in the car.
I insisted she pull over and we switch. She clearly was not fit to drive at after no sleep and a long day, or EVER.
As I said it is a miracle we made it home. Also that she isn't in more accidents. & She hasn't gotten more tickets.
Next time Mom and I go together somewhere, I WILL DRIVE, my car. This is ensure there being no chance of her driving at all. My kids are not going to ride in a car with her ever again. I will continue to make excuses as to why they can't to her and them.
In closing,
thank you dad for teaching me how to drive.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Plain & Simple
Sometimes life Sucks
Sometimes it doesn't
Today it doesn't!
~And Now for RANDOM BABBLE ~
1. There are just some things you should NEVER buy generic of. Razors are one of them.
2. I feel like we should be farther in life then we are.
3. Bug beat Beast in the Which baby walked first contest. Beast shows interest, but by this age, BUG was walking.
4. Got a jogging stroller for beyond super cheap. It just needed a new front tire, which cost 6 bucks. WIN
5. Now there are no excuses for not getting my ass out and slimming it down.
6. My husband is due for a bonus. If he doesn't get it, I am gonna be PISSED.
7. Bug's gonna be a cheerleader. I don't know who is more excited, me or her! ME ME ME!
8. I have the best kids in the world.
Sometimes it doesn't
Today it doesn't!
~And Now for RANDOM BABBLE ~
1. There are just some things you should NEVER buy generic of. Razors are one of them.
2. I feel like we should be farther in life then we are.
3. Bug beat Beast in the Which baby walked first contest. Beast shows interest, but by this age, BUG was walking.
4. Got a jogging stroller for beyond super cheap. It just needed a new front tire, which cost 6 bucks. WIN
5. Now there are no excuses for not getting my ass out and slimming it down.
6. My husband is due for a bonus. If he doesn't get it, I am gonna be PISSED.
7. Bug's gonna be a cheerleader. I don't know who is more excited, me or her! ME ME ME!
8. I have the best kids in the world.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Confession
Yesterday I was gathering some of Beasts baby baby items to send off to Pdub's sister. She is having her baby next week. As I was doing this, I was getting more and more upset.
I AM NOT READY TO PART WITH MY BABY STUFF.
I promptly and properly told Pdubs. That this was all going to his sister "on loan".
Yes, he gave me a funny look.
Ok he says. You can have it back. Then what.
No I am not mentally prepare to accept Beast as my last baby. The last time I would ever be pregnant. (Ya know cuz I make pregnancy look so glamorous and all)
I know this sounds stupid. I know we can NOT afford another baby now or even in the near future. But to say I will NEVER have another baby. It breaks my heart a little.
I have hoarded, and that is the correct word to use, hoarded MOST of Bugs things to pass to Beast. For over 5 years I have had newborn clothing in a rubbermaid container smashed into a storage unit then a closet. I paid to store those things.
I could ramble all day. I won't.
I am just NOT ready to accept that I have had my last baby.
Ugh.
I AM NOT READY TO PART WITH MY BABY STUFF.
I promptly and properly told Pdubs. That this was all going to his sister "on loan".
Yes, he gave me a funny look.
Ok he says. You can have it back. Then what.
No I am not mentally prepare to accept Beast as my last baby. The last time I would ever be pregnant. (Ya know cuz I make pregnancy look so glamorous and all)
I know this sounds stupid. I know we can NOT afford another baby now or even in the near future. But to say I will NEVER have another baby. It breaks my heart a little.
I have hoarded, and that is the correct word to use, hoarded MOST of Bugs things to pass to Beast. For over 5 years I have had newborn clothing in a rubbermaid container smashed into a storage unit then a closet. I paid to store those things.
I could ramble all day. I won't.
I am just NOT ready to accept that I have had my last baby.
Ugh.
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