Posts Tagged ‘yay’


Bitch bitch bitch, Yay Yay Yay

April 7, 2008

I haven’t felt like blogging lately. Some things are better left unshared. I’m actually learning to keep my mouth shut a lot more as I age. Not everything has to be put on a billboard. But, since I know many of you get worried when I get quiet, I’m fine, I’m busy, I’m thinking, I’m reading, I’m living. Yeah. Living.

Bitch Bitch Bitch

As previously mentioned, my birthday is next week. Normally this is a great time of jubilation and much planning and excitement. This year, not so much. B and I are unable to secure childcare and, therefore, will not be going out. This is unheard of and completely and totally unacceptable. So hard to get excited about my birthday when I know I’ll either be making dinner or eating frozen pizza while watching something equally thrilling as say, oh, Deal or No Deal. While it may seem silly and selfish (and maybe it is, who cares,) my birthdays are a HUGE deal to me and to not have a wild night out without kids sucks big hairy moose cock.

My computer is acting up. Given, I very rarely get down here for more than loading music on my iTouch these days, but it really pisses me off when a stupid piece of metal, plastic, and silicon doesn’t do the job.

8 year old neighbor girls are the most annoying creatures on the planet. Just saying.

Got some new amazingly fabulous shoes — gave me blisters.

it’s supposed to rain all week.

I cut my finger with an electric knife on Saturday and it is not even close to healing up.

No matter how many times I scream “DROP THE DRAMA ALREADY,” it seems that the only ones listening are the ones who dropped it ages ago.

The only things I’m hungry for these days are things I should not eat.

My cell company screwed up my bill two months in a row.

Our neighbor friend has prostate cancer – inoperable prostate cancer.

I have cramps even though I’m nowhere near the time in my cycle to have cramps. ( TMI? You’re the one who clicked on the blog, dude.)


Tattoo is finally done healing and I love it more than I can say.

I read Bastard Out of Carolina the other day and found that it healed some old wounds. Who knew?

Currently reading I Am NOT My Breast Cancer and it’s amazingly powerful. My grandmother died of breast cancer, my sister has had some lumps removed, I have cystic breasts. The women in this book write so openly, so honestly. I cry each time I pick it up. Of course, now I have to remember that I, in fact, do NOT have breast cancer and not get too carried away …

Watched Dan in Real Life If you haven’t done so yourself, please do it. It’s delightful and for some reason, I was able to watch the entire thing without wanting to kill Dane Cook!

Raising Sand Holy Mary Mother of Mentos, please, folks, listen to this album. Robert Plant & Alison Kraus. It’s amazing.

My birthday present is more than likely going to be a swank membership (and benes) at a super swank local gym /club.

Social Distortion — sometimes I just have to turn it up loud and scream along.

It’s nearly camping season again. B and I are working on a two day trip for us soon. Camping sans kids is fun.

Speaking of kids, mine are so freaking smart. Whew!

My magnolia tree is blooming.

I love my rice cooker and am thrilled that my kids will eat brown rice plain as a snack. Freaks.

Both my kids have black toenail polish and mohawks.

I’m watching the 1968 Comeback Special today. Sweet Sassy Molassy – that black leather jumpsuit. DAYUM.