So, we hung out with skinnybitch and prettygirl today. I really really like PrettyGirl. She is the peace of the group. She keeps it together. She is pretty AND nice AND has great taste in clothing. AND she genuinly cares about people. She is amazing. I really do like her.
Skinnybitch and I got alone well with PrettyGirl around. We were good, sincere, and nice. We even walked to Starbucks together where I stayed to feed LB. Be proud of me but I didn’t roll my eyes ONCE. Seriously. Be. Proud.
The thing I notcied about skinnybitch is that she invited LB and I to her... Read more
So, I’ve been invited to a mommy “thang” with skinnybitch. Did I ever tell you that I didn’t make it to her party? Yea. I didn’t. Boy, women can be so catty. She actually thought it’s because I don’t like her and would say things about her to other people. Man, is she WAY off. I only write them.Read more
He’s a dad. His baby is LB’s age. And he blogs. Oh, and did I mention he has an iPod, is witty and has me rolling on the floor with his posts? Seriously Best. Damn. Blog. Ever.
Now go check him out before I have my way with him.Read more
Whaty’a doin’? You wanna know what I am doing? I’m sitting here with my iBook watching the 1998 hit “You’ve Got Mail” with two cookies, decaf cofffee, my PJs, IMing and thanking God I’m not bored enough to create this. Because if you think *I* am lame on a Saturday night.. that is just sad.Read more
We lost a house. It was a lovely house. New, light/bright, big kitchen, fenced yard, good elementary school. It was a wonderful layout. It had huge windows. New everything. I luffed it. A lot. So we offered and they didn’t take.
We have some people coming to look at our old, shitty house tomorrow. I am baking cookies in the morning to woo them into loving this house because it smells so yummy and to not notice the pile o’ dog shit in the backyard. Scratch that. Make that piles o’ dog shit and dog barf in the back yard. Let’s be honest here,... Read more
Call me nuts, but I have bigger things to worry about now than work, leaving LB, or our house. Shit. See? I told you. Perspective sucks.Read more
Hey, sorry to post about bloggy business but I need to know somethin’. I’m going to update my blogroll since about ten of you have moved/gone/added links. It’s a mess because I’ve accidentally deleted some that I read, I haven’t updated it in FOREVER, and know with everyone deciding to move, or start over, I don’t even know where you people are anymore! Also, if you have another *ahem* blog and it’s OK for me to add... Read more
Dear Mr. Teva, no socks, cargo pants, long brown hair, button up shirt, glasses man,
You are hot. Oh. My. God. You are hot. I remember why I loved being a liberal. Damn my tax-paying, right wing family-tradition ways. Because mister, you are hot.
The lady with a wedding ring who will never ever ever tell you this in person, but who will tell 90 of her closest friends,
Remember in Jr. High how there were those girls with the perfectly poofy hair, the layered feathers that were just so (hey, it was the eighties) and their jeans rolled just right and they always knew stuff? Like, they knew how to french kiss even if they never had, they knew how to apply mascara, they had their periods and knew how to use a tampon. They had self confidence, knew when to pop a zit and always knew what to say at parties. Remember them? Usually they were the captain of the cheer-leading squad. I hated them. But I sat with them at lunch and secretly wished I knew the same stuff... Read more