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July 31
Two weeks !
Yep ! Two weeks and school is in !!! Yeaaaahhh !! Not that I'm like counting or anything...I just heard it was only two weeks is all.

School is in the air..which ,means that the girls have started playing school again. They are all teachers though, because God forbid one of them act superior to the others.

So as I sat on the floor taking an old computer tower apart...for shits and giggles...
I overheard bits and pieces of the "teacher conversations".

Which led me to believe that they must be teaching at the " Fine Art of Being Bitches and Divas School Of Omaha."

Jam who is "Mrs K." says " who said you could wear that lipgloss ? That is mine !"

Bana aka : "Miss A ." well you have on nail polish that I got in my Christmas stocking ! So if I have to take my lip gloss off you have to take the polish off !"

"Mrs. K." : We don't have any polish remover so I can't...but you can just wipe that lipgloss off !"

"Miss A." : I don't really care ! Scrape it off with a butter knife then ! And if you don't then I'm not taking mine off ! "

Toph who was not playing until then... mistakenly walks in at this time and says
" I wanna be Miss. B...but only if you guys stop fighting."

(Poor girl...they blindsided her ass like nothin' mattered.)

Mrs. K. " Oh yeah well we aren't fighting and if we were Mom would come in here and tell us to quit..."
Miss A. " Hey why are you wearing that ?!? Teachers do not wear tu-tu's you freak !"
Miss A. "This is my classroom and that is her classroom, so you have to use another room...and it can't be that one either because that's the gym."

Mrs. K "Ugh ! I don't know how you two expect to act like teachers when one of you is looking like a ballerina and the other is too worried about how her lips look !"

Miss A. "Well Jam you know that a teacher can be pretty and care about how her lips look ..and if YOU didn't care then why did you paint your nails !?!"

Miss B. finally got a chance to speak and said " you guys suck, and I'm telling Mom, and I'm not playing, and I hope all your kids in your class spit paper at you and tell their Moms that you hit them."

Tell me again why I wanted a dog

I'm gonna need a list of advantages to housing and feeding this fucker...and soon.

The dis-advantages...I got a shitload of 'em.

My Dear JayDawg---here are your "flaws" please correct them in a timely manner.

#1 . I would think that having a watchdog would mean just that. So why do I have to WAKE you up when I hear a noise ?

#2. If you grab a ziploc out of the fridge that has 5 hot dogs ...run and hide said ziploc for later eating...you may not beg me for food for the here and now.

#3. No matter how hard you try and convince me, the fucking sound of you slurping on your balls is not appealing, and you will never be allowed to do that on my bed.

#4. The same mailman comes everyday...everyfuckingday man....seriously let it go.

#5. Gum is not for dogs, so quit digging through my damn purse for gum .

#6. Speaking of purses...if I catch your fairy ass dragging my purse around again...I'm posting the pictures online.

#7. COFFEE is not for dogs. If you fucking slurp your fat face in my coffee cup one more time...I will hold your face in the cup. That blue bowl on the floor is yours...not the coffee cup, not the toilet, and NOT the hose that you chewed through...dumbass it only works while the water is on.

#8. I know many people and creatures are in denial about their weight...but dude you weigh 75 goddamn pounds, and walking in circles on me during your bedtime ritual has got to stop.

#9. Also, my lap may seem quite large to you, but you have got to trust me when I say that you cannot fit your whole body there.

#10-#1001....These are subject to be added to and changed at any time.

Just remember that I love you...I really do ....and I'm doing this for your own good.

Woopsy !

Yesterday afternoon I was going through my settings on my blog. Was trying to figure out this friends list thing. I don't understand why it's still " coming soon" for some people and the rest of us don't have it yet ! Anywho...the big girls were having some sort of issue downstairs so I stupidly went down there while baby girl was up here unattended.

Don't ask me how, but the little witch changed my shit all around. I had 45 gazillion windows open , and something was beeping at me by the time I got back. In 4.7 seconds she deleted a couple of entries and changed my setting to custom. But I didn't realize it until I got on here today and checked my email.

So apologies for that and blame the kid.
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No really it's ok...she was wretched yesterday so I was livid with her , and her sisters pretty much all fucking day.

Yesterday was the official "school shopping" day. We left early and headed to Target.
I was armed with the supply lists and a sharpie. We were getting things checked off like mad...as baby girl stood next to me . I was actually quite proud of her. She was being quiet and all that shit she's supposed to be. I should of known .

So we head to the toy dept. where lo and behold they had 75% off toys. Ok I know I was school shopping but this bitch is having a baby around Christmas so I had to buy some of it.

And, c'mon whoever walks away from 75% off of something that you intend on buying anyway is just crazy.

That is when baby girl started being a wretched little brat. Which annoyed me somewhat, but I could handle it.

And I was really ok until some bitch started to invade my space.

First rule of getting the good shit in the 75% off aisle : Block out and Post up.

Really it's necessary .

So space invader bitch was trying to reach around ...aw hell no . Hell no bitch.

You would think that a person would get the clue that she's in my space when I cleared my throat a couple of times , nope.
Alright fine....this is war.

Second rule : If you have cart, and a screaming kid...park them in front of the shit you want to look at next...not what you're looking at now...but just go ahead and block the whole damn aisle.

Third rule: If you are stupid enough to mess with the crazy bitch that does rule 1 and 2. Be prepared .

Turns out space invader bitch coudln't take the "clearance heat" and walked off in a huff.

Pfftt...amatuer.

So I got my loot and decided that was it time to leave...

That's when I realized a couple of things.

One, they should make soundproof checkout lanes...for moms that have the psycho 2 year old that is screaming because she can't have the purse you just walked by.
And, two...I need a drink more than I have ever in my life needed a drink.

As I loaded school crap and toy loot onto the checkout belt, I then saw why baby girl was so quiet during our time in the school supply section.

I had approximately 97 dollars worth of post-it notes, 14 rulers, a mega pack of highlighters, and 3 protractors.

Is it a guy thing ?

Ok when hubs doesn't get his "rocks" off within a certain period time...say 4 days. He starts doing this thing at night. Half the time he's quite aware of it, and the other half, I think his wanker just does it's own thing.

Well...beings that yesterday was "4th Day"...that means two things...one...he's a fucking horndog, and two I will fear getting raped in my sleep all night.

So to head off this issue I tried something new. And, surrounded myself with pillows.

So when I start to wake for my 3:14 a.m. pee break...I hear him..he and someone/thing are gettin' it on like donkey kong.

He had the wrap around going and everything..on my poor innocent perky cotton pillow.
"Honey..uhm...wake up"....
"Ahem...*cough* honey ?"
"Dammit man ! Wake up ! You're dry humping a pillow !"

Yet after waking up ...he denies that he was trying to cross breed with a cotton/poly fill...somethings are just too hard to deny..but hey I won't tell anyone.


I can't imagine trying to do that ...but then again, I'm pretty good at telling the difference between a wanker..and a pillow...

Now that I think about it, the reality that he couldn't tell the difference between a pillow and my ass...says alot about the state of my ass right now.

Uh duh

Lance Bass is gay...give me a second to played *shocked*...seriously...because I've only been saying that for 4 years now. And I not even that good at telling who is and who isn't ! Duh...dude...

At least he's out with it and he and whatever dumb cluck chicks that swooned over him can move on.

My oldest daughter seems to have caught the "bitch bug" that I had. This girl...ugh...she can piss me off like nobody else.

I sit there and watch her and listen to her go off about shit. And, I wonder. How did we get here ? Like when did it start to be ok that whenever she feels the need to ream someones ass..it's totally ok.

I'm speaking of what she thinks, not how things really are here.

Episodes like that , they really really make me re-think my whole " I swear I will not beat my kids with a lawn chair " thing.
Because some days...I want to beat them . I know its' wrong and it doesn't change anything. But, I couldn't possibly know that's all true unless I tried.

Hubs and I try to stay calm and keep our lines of communication open.

When we get " I don't like you and I don't want to live here anymore !"

We say " I know you're upset right now, but we are the parents and the decision to LET your little ass live here." *Smile gently*

She says "Well I don't want to be the oldest anymore I hate it !"

" Oh ...really..honey ? I am SO sorry you feel that way. Let Mommy jump in the goddamn time machine that I keep in the garage and go back in time and have your sister first ...you wait here !"

"I don't want this for dinner I don't like pork chops !"

" There are children that are starving to death in 3rd world countries, and even though the fact that I made some shit that you don't like doesn't change the fact that they are starving...you're gonna eat it !"

I'll go ahead and admit right now that I've tried that whole "reading some books" on parenting and all that jazz. And, I've figured out that the people who write these books are on crack, and their kids have got to be too. OR ....these people haven't been outside in the real world EVER, and their kids haven't either.

Because I know that it can't be that I have the only kid that thinks when you tell her that you're going to the museum to see an "Exhibit", and she thinks that "Xhibit" is going to pop out of the back door and pimp our ride.


So, that's my conclusion to the question about the authors of "Parenting Skills " books.... Generations of shut-in crack babies.

Pffft..

3 days of back pain finally got to me yesterday.

Pain to the point that it hurts to move at all. It was pissing me off. Everyfuckingthing was pissing me off.

Everyfuckingone was pissing me off.

By 3 o'clock my nerves were swollen and raw. And, I couldn't take it anymore.

I was ready to peel the paint off the walls with my fingernails.
I wanted to rip the curtains off of every window in this house.
The urge to grab every breakable thing within a 100 yard radius and smash it to pieces with my bare hands, was almost too much to fight off.

But I did...I fought it off, told Hubs I'd be back later...and drove to the lake.

I parked facing the lake, and as I watched the sailboats and johnboats.
I cried, I cried so fucking hard that I shook.
I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe and I wanted to vomit.

I suppose that I'm a person that just has to cry sometimes. Things build up. I pretend they aren't there. I pretend "this" doesn't bother me, or "that" didn't make me want to rip someones face off.
I file it under..." doesn't matter"...pfftt....after awhile the "doesn't matter" pile , is all that there is.

Crying until I exhaust myself , somehow always seems to help me rid my brain and heart of that poison that "doesn't matter".


I don't really know how else to handle it.

Because telling someone that I'm on the verge of a psychotic break for the reasons that I am would make no sense to them.

Calling someone and saying " I fear that I'm going crazy "
They ask "why ?"

Oh because...The dog , he won't shut the fuck up, he shit in the floor while I was gone twice, and he has a contract out on my life, I know because he tries to trip me every time I go down the stairs.

The kids, they act like I'm some sort of authority figure and keep asking me questions that I can't answer, they fight and want me to tell them who's right and who's wrong.

The laundry, the piles of it keep growing, no matter what I do...there is always more.

The phone will not stop fucking ringing.

I am out of Dr. Pepper.

I am so sick of hearing that fucking song "Suzy has a cow on her head" on the Disney channel...I hope that fucking cow smashes that bitches head in, and soon.

Hubs is playing golf again, having a grand ole fucking time, and I'm not...I'm just here...just sitting...staring at the walls.

But yet, I don't really want to go anywhere. I want to sit here, and loathe in self pity and bathe myself in bitterness right now.

Why is it so hard for people and animals to understand that I just want them all to shut up, just be quiet, the noise, is too much.

Yes, I want to be pissed off to no end at the moment thank you very much.

I'm having a great time with this back spasm.

Walking like a duck with wooden shoes and a back brace on makes me feel so fucking sexy .

Tell the Truth

How many times have you "Googled" your name...real name...blog name...maiden name ?....Really tell the truth !



Now...tooting my little horn...isn't a norm for me unless it involves some sort of bad ass deal I found. Ya know great jeans at 75% off regular price,,,etc.

But today ....I can't help it !

In January I think it was ? The person(s) at Nebraska Arts Preserve found me...and for some unkown reason , they liked me. I figure they are into drugs but hey that's not my business.

Then, in February, I was mentioned in a local newspaper called "The Reader".

Later , in April or May, I was invited to be on a panel, and do some altered book art, at the "OmahaLitFest", by an award winning Omaha author...who happens to live quite close to me...Timothy Schaffert. (Who drinks martinis at noon...so that's his reason ;)

Honestly...I thought the offer was sort of a joke, or one of those invitations that aren't really meant to be accepted...ya know ?
Like when you see a snooty mom from the school and you say
" oh we'll have to get together sometime"...when you know damn well you're not gonna call that bitch.

Well.....by golly ...they put my name on the website so I guess they ain't kiddin' !
I mean ...my name . is. on. the fucking. page.
Really it is...I Googled it dammit !
Smack my ass and call me Sally .

Wait...

My name ? Is on the page ? With REAL authors ? Sonofabitch. This was really cool and fun and neat-o, until I realized that I am going to be in with people who get paid to write shit. I've read their shit..and it's good shit. I've paid to read some of their shit, some of you have paid to read it !

I have so much to do before September...

First of all, I'm gonna need someone to hold this developing fetus for me.

Second, my hair...what am I gonna do with my hair ?!?!

Oh back to the fetus thing. What am I going to WEAR ? Ugh !
By September my choices in clothes will be narrowed to what Omaha Tent and Awning carries, so I hope they have something besides the striped tents. You think they'd make me a tent of black leather ?


And, if I act like a fucktard I won't be able to blame alcohol, because that whole getting wasted while pregnant thing is pretty taboo 'round these parts.

So if you should decide to come, look for me . I'll be the black leather blob in the corner , the sound of the leather squeaking will be obvious because I'll be sobbing, pretending that I forgot to take my meds for schizophrenia.

Blech

It's HOT in Topeka !!!

Eeeet's HOT In Topeeeekkkaa !

I'm a hot toe picker !

Ok watching too damn much cartoon network and "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends"...and going to Topeka when it was one-hundred and six fuckin' degrees....you can't not say that . It was HOT in Topeka Dammit !

It's hot here too, but it's not as much fun to say .

We went down yesterday morning, and came home this afternoon. Not much of a chance to do anything but drive in that amount of time . (3 hours there and 3 hours back...plus time to get gas, let teh dog go pee...blah blah blah...)

So not alot to report on that front.

Hubs came too. For the first time in about a year . And, he drove. Which makes me effin' nuts. I feel like I have to pay more attention to the road when he's driving than when I am .

Now that I think about it , I need to check the passenger side tires too. I'm willing to bet that the damn things are white because someone feels the need to drive on the white lines.
Hmmm and here all this time I thought they put them there for reference, as in...if you're driving on the white line you're too goddamn close to the edge ! Ugh..whatever .

Then of course the girls are in the back bitching "turn the air down Mom it's too cold ! " 3.4 seconds later..." Ugghhh Mom ! It's hot back here !"

"Mom make Jay sit down...please !?!?!?"

And, baby girl singing her new favorite song at the top of her lungs

"Up eeennn dooowwn ...up and down ..ooh..oooh...up eeeennn doooown...up down up down !"
"Momma up and down ! Momma say AEIOU !"

Who needs hooked on phonics, all you gotta do is set your toddler in front of the t.v. and they learn their vowels. But up and down, I dunno where that shit came from.

Somehow it's still only 6:39 and I feel like I'm up past my bedtime.

I want to take a shower, and stare at the computer, or the t.v., and I want no one to look at me, or do that thing they do when they move their mouths and make sounds come out that are directed at me...

Stick a fork in Momma she's all done.

Friday

Yesterday the girls came home from the neighbors house where they'd been playing for a bit.

Very unusual for them to play over there, their daughter is here ALL the time. She eats here,(we buy McDonalds, BK, Taco Bell never asking for money for it ) sleeps here, watches t.v. here, plays here, etc.

They had asked to eat over there, and after making sure it was ok with the mom and dad, I said that'd be ok.

They come home and the oldest two are very quiet.
"C" says "oh well the mom was talking about us."

"Saying what ?" I asked.

"Well all I heard was her saying all mean that she'd feed us this time and that was it. "

I sat there for a second to calm down, because I was pretty pissed. Then just told the girls that they couldn't go there to play for a week, and after that they will not eat over there, and she won't eat here. So don't bother asking.

Late this evening the doorbell rings, and it's the mom. I know her well, and I like her, so I thought she came over to chat .

Well..she wanted to know what was going on because as soon as her daughter came home she began crying saying that the girls couldn't play over because they heard "Mom and Dad talking about them." She got a bit snippy with me, which was shocking...And, proceeds to say that the conversation they were having was about the dogs , because they are kenneled while my kids are there. (Three HUGE german shepards)
Sooo....after a breath she says that if there was a problem the girls should of asked her.


Well shit.

First off, the girls are hardly ever there, so them confronting an adult about an overheard conversation is just a bad idea in my book.

Second, I lied. Before she got everything out I interrupted and lied.

Yep, I did. I said that they were in trouble for something unrelated and that I don't know where her daughter got that story.

I came in the house, and ripped these two a new one.
Why in the hell would they tell HER that ?!?

Then ! Oh and then ! They are pissed because the girl told her mom !

Whose kids are these ?!? Really...I have to teach them better.

Which I know damn well, is a contradiction in terms considering I JUST LIED .

I woke up fat.

I woke up pregnant.

Yes I've been this way for about 15 weeks now.

But today...it's there.

I had my last bible study with Cosmo today*wiping a tear*...and will transition slowly into bible study with take-out menus. *muffled sob*


I realized while folding laundry that also...it was time to say good-bye to some old friends for awhile.

Goodbye my favorite low cut worn thin in the ass Levi jeans *sniff* ...

Goodbye my lovely super hot deal at the Buckle dark blue with the fabulous design on the back pocket denims. *sob*

Goodbye my ViGoss...fuck that ..I bought those bitches big they'll fit for a bit longer. *Put those in my drawer.*


Ohhhh look at you ...you sweeter than honey halter style light lime green hot momma shirt....I'll keep you close to the front of the closet...*blow a kiss*

Ah..there you are...you lucious denim mini....you my dear are staying with me ..if Britney can do it ...then fuck if I can't.

Look... I didn't marry my white trash back up dancer,I put my kids in car seats, and I know it's bad manners to snap my bubble yum on camera...so I'm wearing the goddamn skirt.


I open my closet door...and see the rest of them . Looking, waiting, begging to be the chosen one for today.

And, I decide I can't do this all in one day...saying goodbye is just too hard.

Went Shoppin'

I had to. It's been two weeks since I've shopped ! Two weeks !

I mean who can do that and stay sane ? It's just not right I tell ya.

Oh I did see some white trash bitch shoplifting too....well..for a bit , but it turns out that security did too.

So I watched her get busted too.

Ahh sweet justice.

Seriously ...if you can't afford to put a window in your car to replace that Hefty bag...you need to shoplift at Goodwill...or Wal-Mart...as to make make yourself so obvious . Ok ?

I'm just sayin'.

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So my major savings buys today were two pairs of shorts originally 35 dollars each..and one pair of jeans originally 54 dollars..all for 17 dollars....thank you thank you. *Bow*Bow*Curtsey*


I've been on a mad hunt for a great new purse...and still am. Nothing fabulous today.

But that's quite alright...there's always tomorrow.

June 30



twiddle your thumbs

Confucious say : Bean dip with mold growing is bad bean dip.

Jess say : Yes Confucious it is.

That bastard is wise.




I'm feeling friskyyyy.....meow meow meow meow...

No not the naughty kind..or the meow mix kind...just feel like I need to put on a wig and rob a liquor store or something.

*Ahem* I mean...maybe stop over at the dollar store and get some cheap toilet paper and plastic forks.

Sometimes after life's been mediocre for awhile...ya need some plastic forks is all.

Tomorrow we're going to see fireworks I guess...just a block away so we can see most of it from here...but the girls wanna see ALL of it.

Jay will be confined to the kennel for the duration of the 4th. JackAss had to go and eat 3 boxes of "snappers" and some smoke bombs and puke all over...I'm pretty sure that we own the dumbest fucking dog in the world.

Wanted cereal.

Kids ate all the damn Captain Crunch...so I look for the Fruit Loops. Jay seems to have helped himself to them, as the box was left on the edge of the counter. Hope they were good ya little fucker, cause that's all the food you get today.

My choices were Raisin Bran..and Pops...so I'm having Pops...Raisin Bran is my normal cereal of choice , so I decided to live on the wild side today.

My mini-rose bushes...are getting ready to bloom again. When I was inspecting the buds..I see they are covered in aphids. Dammit. Gotta go to Earl May to get some bug juice. Last year we had an overabundance of lady bugs..and now of course when I need them, they are nowhere to be found.

The girls...ughh...

They are bring so catty and mean to each other. My kids don't get hit, or called names...but somehow they've found both appropriate to do to each other.

So, I've told them...you hit someone....I HIT YOU . Plain and simple.

You call your sister a Patty McFatty, DumbHead, imbecile, or a nematoad..(which why that's a bad thing I dunno)...but when/if you do...you get soap in your mouth.

And, one more thing . If you ask me one more time when we are going to get more fireworks. I will send you to daycare...in the hood...the one that was on the news last week.

Try me kid..I dare ya.

June 26
Part II
Sunday

3 a.m.

Woke up...heart pounding, sweaty, shaky, and nauseated.

Puked.

Realized that my mouth is not only more sore that 5 hours ago, but now is hard to open more than a little.

Then realized....this ain't just a toothache anymore...and by Monday...I'll be dead from infection that has eaten my face off .

Ok a little overdramatic, but, that's how my mind works.

3:27 a.m.


Wake hubs, tell him I'm going to see a doctor...

Remember that I'm still wearing the clothes that I puked in.
Change clothes.
Look for shoes.

3:49 a.m.

Laying back on the bed, trying to see if I can spot any shoes from where I lay.

4:03 a.m.

Go to emergency room. And, think how much I hate going to the ER for something other than a trauma.
Realize that right now I don't give a shit.

(My insurance will pay for an ER visit, but not and ER Dental visit...)

So I get there about 4:15...check in, and see the doctor at about 4:30.
The ER I went to is at a brand new hospital right by us...they don't do traumas...so they were slow.

The nurse and doctor were both fabulous. And, both said that it was essential that I'd come. They checked on Norbert too..who had the hiccups during the ultrasound.
(Found out too that the doc has 4 kids...and another one due in August.)

My heartrate was in the high 90's , temp. was 101...obviously and infection. See ? I told ya.

So...I had to go to Walgreens, get my meds...and anitbiotic, and a pain med. I don't like to have to take anything for pain other than tylenol during pregnancy..and would of avoided it if I could. But honestly at that point I would of let them shoot me up with just about anything.

Was home before 6..and went back to bed...where I stayed ALL day.

The antibiotic is drawing the infection out...slooowly and painfully. My tongue and gums are quite swollen...my tongue, and that rubbery thing under it...which is an odd feeling thing to have swollen.

I had mashed potatoes for lunch and dinner...

My girls...they were upset...not only could we not go to Schramm Park to go hiking yesterday. BUT they had to ask their Dad for everything...he doesn't fix them snacks at anytime...or help them with a DVD right when they need it..so it always turns into an argument...

But they all...and I survived.

Oh and I did remember another good thing about Jay...he laid with Momma all day...I mean he did pass gas alot...but hey...he was taking care of me what could I say ?

Oh the agony
This fucking toothache.

Dammit..fuck... this fucking whorebag..dicksmacking toothache.

Like I don't have enough flippin' issues right now... ? Really ?

The dentist is my arch enemy. All dentists are. When it's time for the girls to go I pretend it's fabulous and blah blah blah...I want them to have the luxury of fantastic teeth.

That luxury is long gone for me. Not having dental insurance as a kid meant...the only time we went to the dentist was if you had an abcess the size of a watermelon growing from your face. Didn't matter if you were in pain...or couldn't take a drink of cold water that was too damn bad...it wasn't bad enough until pus oozed from your mouth, and it looked like your evil twin was trying to make it's way out through your jaw.

So when I got older and finally went to the dentist...it was horrible. The man looked in my mouth...and then looked at me like I had a dead body hiding in my molars. He was horrified...and told me that. I was so embarrased and ashamed.

So...in turn I've only cut off my nose to spite my face.

I only go when it's absolutely necesary. To me that's just the pain...no watermelons, or evil twins.

But I don't want to go ! Last time I had a root canal that STILL hurts...and cost me 700 bucks out of pocket.

So tomorrow...I'm gonna head over to the urgent care at my doctors office and pay 15 bucks...and get some antibiotics...which is what they'll do at the dentist anyway...before they do a root canal. Fuck. That.

I've tried not to be a baby because of it...so I'm just bitchy.

These kids of mine are makin' me nuts. All this bitchin' and moanin' about wanting to eat three times a day is really getting under my skin.

Oh...and of course there's the essential snacks.

"Mom ...mom...mom...hey Mom....Mommy...!"

"What ?!?!?"

" What ya doin ? We're hungry"

"Ya just ate dinner 13 minutes ago dammit !"

"Can we have a popsicle ?"

"Popsicles aren't real food...are you hungry or do you just want a popsicle ?"

" We just want a popsicle ?"

20 minutes later...........................

"Mom...do we have any candy I'm starving ."

Seriously ..I think they are part hummingbird.
They run like mad all day...and eat while running ...stop take a break...eat...run...eat and run...

It's storming here again...

I don't understand why the hell it has to do it on a Sunday dammit...I shop on Sundays...oh and Mondays and Thursdays and Fridays...guess I'll just make up for lost time tomorrow. Or shop on Tuesday...

Things are better over at my other page. The person who causes me so much of a pain in the ass, is still there. But what the hell can ya do.
No comments really from them, but I can see the I.P address , so I know they are lurking.

Fine.
I lurk at alot of places too. I don't usually waste alot of time commenting, especially when I disagree with whatever it is they are saying. I guess I don't if I agree too....I guess that if I disagree that telling them so wouldn't change anything, and fighting on the internet is so ridiculous. And if I do agree then, well they said everything that needed to be said , so what's the use ?

Ughh...I am so sick some people .
Some people are so fucking immature...and it is wearing me down.
Waaa...I don't get comments....people think I'm mean...people are making fun of me...my Gawd.... just shut up ! Really...shut the fuck up !

Ha...maybe it's because you are so insanely stupid that you don't EVEN know that you are !
What cracks me up more than anything, is that you try your damndest to sound " highly intelligent" in your posts. BUT YET...you continue to mis-spell words !
Not typos mind you ....you spell them WRONG !

You rant about shit, that you're not educated on, but that doesn't stop you. You just keep on truckin' ! Then when people call you out......you hate them. Even when they are doing nothing more than question your source for information, or why your view is the way it is.
By the way....when your "source" is your brain......and nothing more than that. It does not COUNT as a "source".



http://spaces.msn.com/omahamomma

I have so much crap to do around this house. I don't even know where to start..I start one thing and then get all wishy washy...and jump to another .

I have fifty damn projects going...and not one finished. Then I get tired just thinking about finishing the shit.

It is a toss up between ADD and procrastination. Why in the hell did I have to get the bad characteristics passed down, where is the good shit ?!?!

My Dad is slightly neurotic about being organized, so why couldn't I of gotten that ? Nope...
Mom is a clean freak....that skipped me too dammit.

I ended up with anxiety, the need to drive too fast, and very good managerial skills...
aka: being bitchy enough to get people to do shit to shut me up.

I've never really written a blog post here...kind of forgot I had it I guess.

But I'm fucking bored today and have already posted at my MSN Space.

I do love my other space, but somehow, it's gotten political .
Not in the democrat/republican sort of way, but more like , so and so is pissed at so and so... they fight like kids on keyboards...how fucking retarded ?!?!

It gets old getting emails from grown people talking shit on other grown people.

Then it's like I really feel the need to write , just because I want to, but I can't say what I feel.
For so many reasons.

So I think I might start using this place more , so that I can do that.