Random this, Random that.

Karma... is me saying I hate Finn and him running away frm home. Don't worry.. he came back. Then we took KP and him to the park and I discovered he likes to slide down slides. No joke... I took him up the stairs and acrossthe brigde things on one of those wooden playground things. Then, down the slide... HE LOVED IT.. after another time or two I didn't even have to lead him through it, he was doing it on his own. KP will be the coolest kid at the park. Guess I don't hate Finn after all.

Curiosity... is me dying to know what orange vehicle one would be strange enough to want, let alone purchase.

Fear... is me being too scared to comment her in case she gets curious and nosy and I get Mandy and myself in trouble.

Funny is what this is... I told my sister (and Mandy) I wanted to make a bumper sticker that reads: Listen Asshole, I have a baby in here. My sister's response? She is going to make one that reads... Listen Bitch, my kid can read.

Bored.. is what I am the majority of the time. I can hardly even blog becasue I have nothing new to say. Life is so different for me now.. almost not stimulating enough. i just can'twait for KP to be more interactive. I know I will regret saying this.. .but I look forward to chasing him around and laughing at his antics. (Like I did Collin's playdough wall art)

Tired... so so tired of bad men. What is wrong with the world? And with almost every chick I know for hanging with them?

Addicted.. to CSI reruns on Spike. Thirty hours of television later and I am pretty sure I can be in forensics myself.

Certain... that the only one who ever reads this is Mandy G

Who can in a bad mood with news like this???

A day of good new... the Cecil's succeeded after only a month of trying to get pregnant. Yay.
And Holly is engaged now! More babies to come ;)



I'm still bored.

Friday sucked

I've had a bad day.. things just basically sucked all around. Started off poorly since KP was a serious jerk to me all night. Nothing too bad until I went to the mall to pick up a picture and managed to get spit on. Yes... spit on. For once I am walking along minding my own business and from above a lovely bomb of saliva lands on my arm, then another on my wallet which was in my hand. I look up and see two little monkeys leaning over the balcony. They scurry back from the rail, I see red, consider homocide, remember I am mother and jail is not for me, change my mind and barrel out the door howling to David about it...who just so happens to be on the phone with non other than Mandy's husband. Imagine that. Defeated I take my contaminated body into the car and on home.

I'm too deflated to even blog about the evening's disagreement. But, I ask you this... Is it so bad to WANT to go on a cool vacation with one of your best friends when invited or would it just be wrong to go?

I'm going yard saleing in the morning. Hope I can find some more crap I don't need.

Just a minor irritation

I realize there are alot of deadbeat dads out there and that I have a great husband who is an excellent father... BUT... when he is home and takes his son to Lowes or something the cashier, random women etc. gush to him how WONDERFUL he is for taking his infant son with him. Of course he comes home and tells me expecting a pleasant response. Not so much. This basically irritates the shit out of me. Who ever tells mothers they are the best person breathing for taking care of their child? It's my job.. I don't expect kudos. But why does society reward men for doing and acting like they are supposed to? It ticks me off. Vented.. thanks.

The best time to call me

It seems we finally have some semblance of a routine. Not the world's greatest routine, but a routine all the same. I'll take it.

6-7 pm.. he craps out for about 7 hours of pure blissful sleep... those of you who can actually bring yourself to go to bed at this time.... you're a better woman than I

2-3am... feed me

3-5/6... feed me mommy and let's play

At this point he likes to stay awake just long enough that I actually wake up... not just zombie feed... but am alert and awake enough to finally watch him doze off when it's just. too. late for me to go back to sleep. So should you feel like chatting, I have about two hours in the early morning of him teasing me with his snores.

Talk to you then.

Grown women DO cry

It's just over different things. Like the untimely death of my absolute favorite decorative item. I have a SLIGHT obbsession with "deco" balls. You know.. the decorative round yet ever so attractive balls? This was my bowl, my container, my perfect place to assemble my collection. It died today at the hands of a klutz, otherwise known as... me ;(

let's all take a moment.

The Carcass and the Glory Days Pictures below....

I love to win. LOVE it.

So amazingly our exlandlord came back and agreedto reimburse us $1,386.66. Yes, she did put the $ .66 in there for good measure. I'm suprised she agreed to it but I think I charged her like a bull and it may have intimidated her just a teensy tiny little bit.
I am firmly against the saying "You catch more flied with sugar". pfft. No you don't, scare the hell out of them and they usually do what you say ;)

Kidding, kidding....