Are you sending subliminal messages through your music? Is this why I can’t put you down and pick up a vacuum?
My house is suffering,
Mama
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Dear Monkey,
For the love of Bob! Would you PLEASE.TAKE.A.NAP.ALREADY! Why do you have to make Mama suffer this way? The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you will be able to wake up and play with all your mess making toys! See? Mama is looking out for herself cause she needs some down time YOU!
Love you baby, even though you are helping oil the gears in the machine mommy likes to call the LOONY BIN,
Mama
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Dear New Receptionist Bitch at my Therapists office,
Why must you be such an asshole? Just because I am in therapy doesn’t give you the right to talk to me like I am a crazy. Need I remind you that if it wasn’t for crazies like me, your ass wouldn’t have a job!
Kapeesh?
Signed,
The bitch who hung up on you yesterday because you couldn’t get your shitty attitude corrected long enough to get me an appointment
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Dear Hubby,
Please stop working so much. There are only so many hours in the day. Working and sleeping are the only two activities you do anymore. We need you here. Mama is about to have a breakdown.
Missing you and your naughty bedroom skeeels *wink*,
Lord have mercy, we travel to Colorado today.
First a 2 plus hour drive in the car from Texarkan-kiss-my-assa to Little Rock. With an impatient toddler and an impatient Mama. Then wait to board a flight a couple hours later. With an impatient toddler and an impatient Mama. Then fly to Houston in a plane with no jungle gym or balls or TV’s. With an impatient toddler and an impatient Mama. Where we then have a 2 hour and 5 minute layover. With an impatient toddler and an impatient Mama. Then another flight to Denver. Again with no jungle gym or balls or TV’s with Yo Gabba Gabba screaming on them. With an impatient toddler and an impatient Mama. Then FINALLY we land in Denver International Airport. But that is just the beginning because by now it is after Monkey’s bedtime and he already skipped naps, because he refuses to sleep anywhere but in his bed. And Mama is on the verge of a mental breakdown. Then we have to wait for our luggage, which DIA typically unloads around 42.5 hours AFTER arrival, and then make the drive to my mothers house, an hour away. ON.NEW.YEARS.EVE. With THE.CRAZIES. Oh yeah. The DRUNK crazies. Should be fun. So it will only take us 11 of our 16 day vacation to actually travel THERE.
Can you tell I really look forward to traveling? Can you tell I am still a total grouch puss and NOBODY, not even ME wants to be around me right now? Can you tell that the next time we speak, I MAY be in a padded cell?
So I pray…
Bob grant me the serenity to not kill any fellow travelers when they take up too much arm room on the plane, fail to look where they are going while walking through the airport, or fall asleep in the aisle seat when I have a poopy toddler sitting on my very full bladder. And accept the things I cannot change, like… everyone else can suck my big toe cause I am having a shitty day and am STRESSSSSSSING out about traveling.
Maybe I should just call the fellows in the white coats to come pick me up now.
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Random? Ready? Are you sure? Ok.. you were warned. Buckle up…
My ants are back in my house. Those pest control people are totally going to be like “WTF? Why did some crazy lady just teepee and egg our house?? Oh and was she the same disgruntled customer that left the flaming dog poo on our door step??”
Not to mention I have killed TWO spiders in the last week! TWO.GODDAMN.EIGHT.LEGGED.FREAKS.
*shudder*
Yet another reason I want to go home. Colorado doesn’t have NEARLY as many weird creepy crawlies.
I am totally addicted to that new song by Rihanna, Russian Roulette.
When I was searching for this song for y’all on YouTube, I was able to watch the video for the first time. Which I must say was AWESOMESAUCE. Mostly because Jesse Williams is in it, but also cause it rocks.
**Sidenote: I really hate his character on Grey’s Anatomy, but I have hopes he will come around. And no matter what I just want to stare and ogle him. OOOOGLE.
See?
mmmmmmm!
nomnomnom
And lets face it… Rihanna is quite the hottie to look at too. Whether you swing that way or not, you HAVE to admit, she is HAWT!
*Nod*
I won the “Lemonade Award” from Mama4Real and while I am not totally sure what it means, when have I ever turned down the ability to say I won something???
Shut up.
So I am supposed to list 5 things about myself and then award 5 other people. Again, I am not really sure what I am awarding them. I guess just the fantastic awesome ability to list 5 random facts about themselves on their blogs? And since I love random, I am SO in!
*Sidenote: I am not sure if random really applied to this award, I think I added it as a marketing strategy all by myself cause I am an amazing business chicklady woman. -Copywrite of this random sidenote belongs to the ever famous Big Mama Cass Incorporated Company Group Industries Awesome Random Weirdness Inc. Co.
*grin*
To my 5 random facts are:
1. I am addicted to Starbucks. You may have heard me mention that here or here or possible here, maybe here or even here. I will be proud to mention again that if there is indeed a 12 Step Starbucks Program, sign me up.
2. I hate bugs. I’m not going to list all of those blogs cause SURELY you know by now. And I will be here all night. Which leads me to my next point…
3. I am VERY impatient. Shocker, I know. Which leads to my next…
4. I have a bit of an anger problem. This is mostly just a problem when I am forced to deal with morons. People like the drivers in Texarkana who have NO idea what a YIELD sign means. They must not teach that here. Because I have been about CREAMED exiting the highway EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. trying the head to Starbucks feed the homeless. So I can’t help but lay on the horn and scream obscenities and show them my impression of a BIRD. It’s totally bad, I know that. But I do it. *sigh*
5. I have an abnormal love for animals. Well, I don’t think it’s abnormal, but everyone else thinks I am KA-Razy. But I LOVE all animals. They are just like you and me. And so when these two…
…showed up at my house wanting food and cuddles, I was totally ready to give in. And Hubby refused and I called him heartless, which I will never take back. Because he is clearly evil for not wanting them to crawl into his lap so he could scratch them behind their ears.
So then because of DR EVIL refusing me to be Schnauzer Savior of the Year, I had to call Animal Control to get them picked up and home to their families. Which he was sure to point out that the clearly had cause of those collars and stuff.
But whatever! I still say they wanted to live with me! *pout*
Even Daisy was being friendly.
Good lord, look how long her nails are. Time for a Mani/Pedi.
It could be true love! And now we will never know…
See? I should have totally given in and let them both in. They were boys too. A perfect balance for the girls.
I am going to pout about this for at least another 10 minutes 2 weeks!
These are blogs I never miss, even though I may be lacking in the comment department, I am always sure to read. Please check them out if you haven’t already.
This concludes this test of the emergency broadcast system.
Sooo… How are you? Good, good. Oh, how am I? I am peeved. Wanna know why? Ok but only cause you asked…
I don’t know what it is about my house! But bugs frickin love it! And apparently they are telling their friends. Bitches.
So, I have ants. IN.MY.KITCHEN!!!!
It all started about a week ago. I was doing dishes. And just as I was about to flip the disposal switch, which is precariously located right next to my kitchen window, I noticed an interesting array of tiny black dots. With an even more curious line black line leading from the switch to the kitchen window.
“What the… OH MY NASTYNESS! It’s ants!”
And they were all gathered on the light switch, which means that someone, (and I am not pointing fingers, because well let’s face it, it might have been me) touched the light switch plate with food or sweet “stuff” on their fingers.
So I rush to clean them all up with a Clorox wipey… *shudder* and dial the new found exterminator at the same time. What? I multitask.
Anyhoo… the Bug Kill Owner Guy answers on the first ring* and I tell him my sob story of the ants and how it’s only been 2 days since they were there to spray my house and how I cannot LIVE in these conditions and that the house might as well be condemned and, and, and …. Well maybe I just hinted at all of that. But seriously? He tells me that he can’t come by today and feeds me some line about it being his daughter’s wedding or some crap and I’m all “but there’s ANTS everywhere!!! They are taking over my kitchen, you have to come now!!” And he says they will be by on TUESDAY because Monday they won’t be in town because of this big wedding. Who is this girl, the Queen or something?!? JEEEZ!
*in my defense, I didn’t know I was calling his cell phone… that was the only number they gave me to call. although I totally would have called the cell number if they had given it to me… cause seriously when I dialed, I was waiting for the operator to ask me if i had an emergency and needed to have Dr Bug Killer paged, to which I TOTALLY would have said HELL YES!
Clearly he failed to see the importance of my MONUMENTAL ANT PROBLEM. And so he suggested I use Formula 409 and clean my house ”really good” and I am all “but I am clean, and umm…they are still here” and he insists that my house has to be “thoroughly cleaned” and so then I start to take a tiny bit offense. But instead of reaching through the phone and smacking the crap outta this dude for suggesting I am anything but the neat freak *cough* that I am, I am nice. Why? Well because for one I just paid these dudes 70 smackers to spray my house to kill ALL bugs and two, the only other exterminator in town still hasn’t returned my call from like 3 weeks ago. GRR! So, I have to deal.
So Sunday, I use Clorox to scrub the whole kitchen. Even in the cupboards because it seems that they have started to crawl their little nasty butts into the cabinet closest to the window. I take everything out of the cupboard and run it thru the dishwasher and then store it neatly on the counter furthest from the ants. Because as luck would have it NOT! that is the cabinet that we keep all of Monkey’s dishes in. Sippy cups, plates, forks and what have yous.
Then Tuesday morning, they come over and put down all this stuff outside of all the windows to “lure” the ants out. They are supposed to eat this crap and then die. Whatever. But they never come into the house to spray anything. And he tells me that they do this because if they spray then the ants will send out “panic alerts” (his words not mine) to tell the other ants to “abort” and move elsewhere. He says this will cause them to just up and move. Like to my bathroom. Fuckers. Gah!
So Wednesday, I still have ants and I call because I am like “what the hell man!?” and Bug Killer Owner Guy tells me that it could take up to two frickin weeks to work!! And then I kinda suggest that perhaps the ants are there because of something they did and how it’s weird that they showed up after they spray my house and this guy is all “Ohhh no! We don’t want to bring bugs in Maaaaaa’aaaaam” (He seriously drew out ma’am for like 10 seconds like that too) and so now I think I pissed him off. *sigh*
In all honesty, there have been maybe 50 ants. I spot 10 here or 5 there. But where there is one there is thousands, right?? And it has been 3 days and I still have them!!! It’s sooooo nasty!! I hate it!
Bug Killer Owner Guy made me promise I wouldn’t use bug spray inside the house. He swears that is the worst thing to do. But I have about had it up to here!!!
Yes, that was seriously a whole blog about ants. If you made it the whole way, I applaud you. I probably wouldn’t have. LOL
What is your take on it? Do you think I should jump ship and buy some bug spray?!!
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Well, bad news. My brain is on sabbatical… again. Even though the last time I demanded requested that it not take vacation without written consent. This is getting to be too much. If this keeps up, I am going to have to give it the pink slip and put an ad in the paper. *sigh*
It’s like it doesn’t even care about being a team player. This is not the kind of show I am running here. *humph*
Actually I think I may know why it up and skipped out on me.
It could be the cold medicine. I want to leave my body too.
So clearly I am now sick. I am actually taking a quick break from sleeping all day to post this FANTASTIC little blog. Because I am hopelessly addicted to blogging I missed y’all so much.
So yes the hubby got me sick. *pout*
This is what it is like for me to be sick vs. when Hubby gets sick.
Just sayin.
LOL
I am going to go lay back down and hope that Hubby comes in and rubs my head to say “poor little bunneh”
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So remember my spider problem? And I told you that my uber cool bug dude, Danny, was going to be here Monday to slay the bugs? Ok maybe I didn’t say it exactly like that. But regardless, he is NOT uber cool!
I have had some issues with Danny in the past getting here and returning my calls and what not. He is a young guy and so when he is here we are chatty and stuff. And he is comfortable with me. Apparently, he is too comfortable. Because he started to take for granted the fact that I was so “nice” and just put me on the back burner. However, I am not the back burner type. Why, just last night my husband said I was “Very demanding.” And I am. But that’s me.
But when he didn’t show up yesterday and didn’t return my THREE phone calls, then I knew enough was enough.
So I called and got a NEW exterminator scheduled for this week. And they sound NICE! And I told the guy, who was also the owner, that I want return calls if I leave a message and that if I have an appointment I need them to be on time and that I will be happy to take my business elsewhere if he cannot meet those very basic needs. And do you know his response? “Wow! Well don’t you worry little lady, customer service is our number one priority!”
How cute is that!??! So yay!! Dead bugs scheduled for 14 hundred hours Thursday. Over.
This morning I woke up with like CRAZY cleaning fever. I started cleaning everything I could get my hands on. And not just basic cleaning, I mean like DEEP down get every dust spec with a microscope deep cleaning. Which if you know me, you know this isn’t a daily occurrence for me. I am a clean person and I like a clean house. But my drive to concur that goal on a daily basis? Not so much.
So today, I will clean until my arms say no more or until I get bored.
Sheesh, I really need to pick up my game!! I am boring you to tears, I just know it! Hell, I am boring myself to tears!
Ack!
What is a random fun fact about yourself. Tell me something that I don’t know about you.
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Happy Wednesday!!! Somehow I must have screwed up and not posted my blog on Tuesday so today we will just pretend it is Random Thoughts WEDNESDAY!! LOL Wondered why I wasn’t getting any readers. *shrug*
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I guess yesterday was pretty random but why not be random again I am a random gal so it works for me!
It has been POURING here. I am sooooo loving the cooler temps!! The rain doesn’t even bother me too much because of the low temperature, BUT… the backyard looks like a swamp. This means LOTS of mud. Mud that attaches itself like friggin glue to my girl’s feet. And while I know it isn’t their fault, seriously… I am sick of bathing dogs! Ugh. But I have to. Would you want this running thru your house?
This was taken a last year, but Daisy didn’t look much different today.
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So in the lovely world that is my infertility disease, I am not only unable to ovulate, PCOS also brings me all sorts of other fun things.
For example, women with PCOS typically are heavy. Or, obese, as more than one doctor has called me. That is sexy. But I love to eat so it is what it is. I try to embrace it. Some days are better than others.
Also… I have a beard. Yup, you read that right. I have facial hair. Ok, maybe it isn’t a *full* beard, but I sometimes wonder if I stopped waxing and plucking if in fact I could grow out my goatee and braid it like Jack Sparrow.
Sexy right? (clearly i suck at photoshop lol)
Having more hair on my face is due to me having a high amount of testosterone. You know what testosterone does to men right? Yup you guessed it! So with my manly testosterone levels, my sex drive is that of a 16 year old boy.
So high testosterone, extra weight and a beard makes me…. a fat hairy hornball. Hawt!
Poor Hubby. Thank god love is blind, right? lol
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I need to get more into my photography. I really miss it and yet each night I lay down in bed and realize yet another day has passed where I did nothing with it. Even hubby is going through withdrawals and asking for new photos.
Tomorrow will be the day. *sigh*
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I don’t like how sometimes when you leave a comment on someone’s blog, you never get a reply or anything. What if I ask a question? I may sometimes be a bit late to reply to my commenter’s but I ALWAYS leave a reply.
Is it just me? I am just being a whiner about this?
….
A conversation that happened the other day while Hubby and I are watching TV:
Hubby: Look babe, this is you.
Me: What?
Hubby: Here let me rewind… watch this.
Hubby: HAHAHAHAHA
Me: Your point?
Hubby: He was going to play tennis!!
Me: I still don’t see the problem.
Hubby: You know… cause you are so overprotective of Monkey?
Me: Yah. So?
Hehehe So I am protective. This isn’t news. Really.
First let me just say thank you to everyone who sent the wonderful emails and messages last week. The D&C was done last Monday and I am feeling much better to have put it behind us. I just needed to take the week last week to just recoup and be with my family. It was good for me to do that and I think it helped a lot with the healing/grieving process.
We saw the NEW awesome Dr W today for my post-op follow up. He thinks that we should be ready to begin the process again in December. So that is what we are going to shoot for. Time will tell how my body reacts to everything and what the exact time frame will be but I am very optimistic that next time we will get a healthy pregnancy.
So moving on to funnier things, since that’s how I roll, yo!
Heh
Today while I was in the shower, Monkey was playing around the bathroom waiting for me. When I got out of the shower, he stood there frozen staring at me.
Eyes as big as saucers.
In one hand he held the toilet brush *gag*.
And in the other… MY TOOTHBRUSH.
Oh yeah.
And guess who hadn’t brushed her teeth yet? Just thinking of all of the things that he could have done with that toothbrush while I was in the shower made me a little dizzy. LOL
At twenty months of age, Monkey has already learned the yummy goodness that is the “Cookie”. This has recently been realized as a pretty cool thing. Here is why.
He doesn’t like to try anything new. ANYTHING new. He turns up his nose and hollers at me every time I try. By his reaction, you would think I offered him a flaming turd!
*shrug*
I want him to try new things, so I have to be creative. I try to trick the toddler brain. Last week I got him to eat slices of cucumber by asking him “want a cookie?” Today, slices of Apple, same thing. How bad am I?
Eh, it works. I am going to go with what works.
Ok, I have a serious issue. And I really need some advice from y’all.
The babysitter. Monkey LOVES her. But she is stinking up the house! It’s insane how bad the smell of dog urine is after she is here. As soon as she walks in the door I am smacked in the face by it. I have no idea what to do about it. I am sure she doesn’t realize this and up until now, I haven’t felt that there is any way that I could tell her. But now, I think I have to. I am using a TON of febreeze and Lysol every day now to rid the smell from my house. I have to febreeze everywhere that she sat. Which isn’t hard to figure out because the green smoke rising from the carpet or couch cushion is a good indicator.
All I can think of is that while she is here, Monkey has to suffer through that smell. If it were me, I would go crazy. I never get used to the smell. I can’t imagine how anyone ever could.
I have been checking my carpet with the black light almost every evening now to make sure it isn’t my dogs.
I don’t know what to do!!!
Would you tell her? How?!?! Please tell me what you think I should do because I don’t want to lose her as a Nanny but I can’t deal with it anymore. *sigh*
I have all these blogs that have been bouncing around in my head. Things I want to get on paper. And yet when I sit down to write them my brain goes blank. Is that weird? Well I can tell you it is most annoying . Grr.
I am working on a good TMI post for tomorrow Should have you all giggling pretty well. So look forward to that and bear with me while I do a little griping.
Today I am sort of having this little pity party for myself. I am feeling all emotional and wondering if things are going to work out with this pregnancy. I am scared, but trying to remain hopeful.
Part of what is frustrating me so bad is that I feel like the doctor, Dr M, I have here in Texarkana is pretty much a moron. I just don’t get good vibes from him. I had to start seeing him because my infertility specialist, Dr G, who is based in Dallas, works with Dr M here in Texarkana.
Usually, or at least in my past, I have had an ultrasound tech do all of the ultrasounds on me. Someone who is very familiar with Ultrasound machines and who is trained exclusively in reading and deciphering them. Dr M does his own ultrasounds. In my head I am guessing this is an attempt to save money. Makes sense. Well it would make better sense if I felt that Dr M actually had extensive training in administering the ultrasound.
The problem is that I don’t think he has a clue. I will be laying there and he is all up in my bidness with that HUGE probe scanning my innards, and he always has this look on his face like… “uhhh… ummm… uhhhh, whats that? Uhhhh” It is *not* very reassuring.
The first time he actually was able to find the gestational sac. (last Tuesday the 15th) it only happened after about 15 minutes of him searching and saying there was no sac. It was when I tried to move to reposition myself because he was STABING ME IN KIDNEY being too aggressive that he said, “Oh wait! I think I see something” and then had the nurse prop my hiney on a few towels for a better look. Apparently my position helped.
“WTF?!?!”
He was about to let me leave thinking that I had no gestational sac and that I didn’t have a viable pregnancy, because he couldn’t FIND the sac!? Looks pretty darn clear to me on the screen!
Isn’t there a procedure in place for ultrasound techs to scan the entire uterus? It isn’t that big people! It’s like the size of your fist! So, SERIOUSLY! How does he miss it?
So then this last week he is scanning around up in there trying to find something, with that typical dumbfounded look on his face and I have to remind him “Don’t you want me sit on those towels so you can get a better look?”
Dr M: “Oh! Yeah let’s try that.” Like he came up with the idea all by himself.
Then as you know he wasn’t able to find a heartbeat and he said he “thinks” I am measuring at 5 weeks and 5 days. This just leaves me thinking… Does this guy really have any effin clue??
He doesn’t deliver babies anymore. And I am starting to understand why. Hubby says he was probably drunk all through medical school and cheated his way through it. I am starting to think he might be right.
So with all of this frustration I have, I called Dr G, the specialist in Dallas. This guy I trust. He knows his shit and he doesn’t beat around the bush. (Pun not intended… or was it? *evil grin*)
Anyhoo, Dr G says that he hasn’t known Dr M for very long and that he was approached my Dr M to do a remote partnership so that the patients in Texarkana would have access to a Fertility Specialist. Otherwise, they do not.
After I tell him about all of the red flags I am seeing, he says he wants to see me in person and that he will be willing to work with any other doctor I choose in Texarkana, so that I don’t have to see Dr M anymore. Yay!!
I have an appointment to see Dr G on Friday at 3PM. He makes the 3 plus hour drive to Texarkana once a month to see the patients he has here. I am very anxious to see him. I am sure he will be doing another ultrasound to let me know what his opinion is. Since this guy does this EVERY DAY and this is his life, I am feeling much more confident that he can tell me what the actual diagnosis is.
Dr M never gives me any details or information on anything. We always have to dig it out of him and still don’t feel we get nearly enough. Things are NOT that way with Dr G.
I am totally stoked! Friday cannot come soon enough! FINALLY we should have some answers. I NEED TO KNOW!!!
***Warning!! I am in a baaaaaaaaad mood. I curse A LOT when I am in a baaaaad mood… so don’t read if you are off put by that. *****
Ok I am just in a foul ass mood this evening and I am going to get it off my chest. Don’t read if you don’t want to, it is totally up to you. I have some random things to say (Bruno, call me a copycat, I dare ya!) and without further ado, here goes…
~Myspace
I don’t understand why the drama goes on around here, other than making me laugh quite frequently I think it is insane the name calling and backstabbing that goes on. Also I have lost a lot of readers lately, probably cause my blogs have been shitty, so for those of you who have stayed with me… thanks.
~Moochers
One of my biggest pet peeves in the world is a mooch. Ya know, one of those people who takes takes takes and no matter what you do, it seems to never end. Even after you tell them to stop fucking taking! Or even worse, one of those people who does you a favor (saying they are doing it because you are their “friend” and care, blah blah gag me) and then expects that you will owe them for the rest of your life. You know the ones. These people are shitholes and I am going to go postal on the shithole that lives with us if he doesn’t stop it. *side note – on the off chance that said roommate is reading this… STOP EATING MY FUCKING FOOD! STOP USING MY SHIT! BUY YOUR OWN ASSWIPE!! I DO NOT OWE YOU ANYTHING ANYMORE FOR WHAT YOU DID! YOU ARE A MOOCH AND I AM SICK TO DEATH OF IT! ok moving on
~Time
Or should I say lack there of. Does anyone else feel trapped by time? Why oh why do I never have enough time in the day to accomplish the shit I need to get done? Does anyone have any time management advise that they can offer? I am serious. I need it. please tell me. give me the goods man!
~Bugs
I’m sure you know because of previous blogs that I have a major hatred for bugs. And I also live in the wrong place to dislike the nasty fuckers. BUT… I saw the biggest brown square bug, (yes i said square- it looked like a stamp!) on my PILLOW today while I was trying to make the bed. “Hello? Orkin man? yes, can you come kill the BUICK on my pillow? I would really appreciate it.” I mean EWWW!! What is my luck? I have and have had this place sprayed for bugs more times than I can count and yet they keep coming back. What the hell is up with that??? Do they meet somewhere and exchange notes? “yeah yeah, i know this one place to go dude… this chick will FREAK OUT! yup she screams and jumps up and down and everything, you gotta go there!” and then voila! bug in my bed?? I WANNA GET OUTTA HERE
~Wine
How can you not love the amazing moment a wonderful aged Shiraz hits your lips? I’m just sayin. It’s heavan. And I do NOT have a drinking problem because I drink wine every day… OK?!?!?
~Cleaning and Cooking
I have decided that these are two things I am never going to do again. I hate it, its overrated. I work my ass off everyday in this house and all I ask for is that the boys take off their boots before traipsing mud thru my house all over my clean floors. Can they do it? NO… so can I clean up after them anymore? NO They are 40 and 53, they are old enough to grab the fucking broom!
That is all…
oh and ps… HEY “ROOMIE” IF YOUR STILL READING THIS… I DID NOT COOK LASAGNA FOR YOU!
Hi, my name is Cass. I am married to an amazing man who loves me unconditionally. I’m a stay at home mom to a rockin’ 2 year old boy who I call Monkey. I have an 12 year old step-daughter who lives in another state. We miss her daily. We also have two fur babies, Daisy and Jazz, who keep us on our toes. They are awesome!
I am a complete goofball, a photographer and a constant out loud thinker. I am a grammar challenged, vulgar, cursing, sex obsessed Big Mama fumbling through life. Among other things, I battle PCOS causing infertility, Bi Polar, Anxiety and OCD.
Currently I am riding the fertility roller coaster in an attempt to make Monkey #2. This blog is about a little of everything. I hope you enjoy. Read at your own risk!
I curse A LOT when I am in a baaaaad mood… so don’t read if you are off put by that. *****
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