So the ratings for TLC's runaway show " Jon and Kate plus 8" beat out all other shows on that night. Sadly.. it' s because of their marital woes. The implosion of this family seems to have become more interesting than " a family with sextuplets and twins." I too am guilty. I did wait to see it... and totally thought all the hype TLC gave it when showing us "peeks" ... would be a case of some classic editing. That we really wouldn't learn much more about their skeletons than we already knew.
I was wrong.
I think most people probably watched it : looking at it .. for what it was. Two sad souls.. totally ripped apart by bad decisions. Spewing their laundry for million$.
I didn't.
I saw something different.
I saw myself.
I saw my husband.
I saw my family.
I saw hard times .
I saw hurt.
I saw sadness.
When all the jabber jawing stopped. All the he said she said crap.. typical of the most vulnerable of people going through the worst times.. I saw myself in Kate. Saw my husband in Jon. Saw the sad glances. Saw the hurt masked as anger.. laughter... sarcasm. I saw it. I even felt it I guess. Reminders.
I've been there. Who hasn't? Had to sit in the same room with someone you both want to murder: and at the same time... throw yourself onto... cling on to so tight.. willing them to not hurt you again.. just to love you. I've been there. The same sadness that Jon had looking at his kids.. when she said " Daddy .. I dont' want you to go away anymore."
Heartwrenching.
I saw humans.
Whether or not they chose this. Did the deeds..
They still feel the wrath.
My openness about my own struggles as a mom, as a person as a wife.. has always been for two purposes. A release for myself and a way to connect to others.
To feel that I'm not alone. That my expeiences though.. specific... and not exactly the same as say. .jon and kates or anyone reading this blog.. that my experiences as a mom, person, wife.. touch someone. Let them know that THEY are not alone.
So if you watched Jon and Kate.. like I did. And saw yourself. You're not alone.
It's a hard road to haul for anyone. This marriage stuff.
I see marriages that seem to be incredible. Relationships that just get better.
When I see that.. I feel alone.
It's a struggle. One that I am always committed too.. but that has turned out to have a lot of twists and turns for me. It's been a process for sure. One that I'm not certain will ever be looked at as 'incredible' OR perfect. The 'incredibles' I dub them. People look at my husband and I and probably think: Christ.. they are going to kill each other one day.
We're not incredible... but we love each other. And are honest about the struggle... that life is sometimes. We are always reaching out for help.. for knowledge... for sanity. For reassurance. When in doubt: we find each other. But...
It's hard.
I'm not alone. I know I'm not.
That's why I write this.
There are people out there that struggle daily with their own relationships wondering what step to take next. If it's not this struggle.. it will be another tomorrow.. but luckily..
Hey guess what.. you're not alone.
:)
There are more of us I"m certain .. than the 'incredibles.' More of us who continue to surf this damn wave.. even if it kills us .. dead. :) lol!
Keep fighting the fight.
You too Jon and Kate.
I feel ya.
.
if i HAD a choice
*** If you do not watch Little People Big World: stop right here. Ring my doorbell another time. ( speaking of... Some little fuckers rang my doorbell at midnight last night. 2 dogs, 3 kids, 2 tired parents.. and they rang my doorbell and RAN. If it was you.. I will find you and show you how to ring a F%^$ing doorbell. Promise. You're messing with one tired momma.)
If you asked me where I'd like to fly myselfs on vacation this year : I'd tell you one single stinking place.
Roloff Farm
Some of you jest. You laugh cuz you know what I'm talking about.
The other lot of you find yourself oddly intrigued .
Why the hoo hoo does she want to go there and better yet I wonder if she'll tell us her story morning glory.
Well certainly I will.
I've debated this bloggy post my little internetties because it's borderline politically incorrect. It's borderline lots of things: stalking, obsession, rudeness and plain psychosis... but most of all .. just plain P.I.
As you well know however ...seeing that I was a vietnamese rice patty worker complete with white painted asian face and slanted black eyes during the infamous Halloween of 83.. you will know that I often fall into the P.I. category...unknowingly.
So I love the show Little People Big World on TLC. I've been sitting in the stands for this show since it's inception. Munching on my popcorn and peanuts while I watch the trials and tribluations of the Roloff Family. Of which include 3 little people who face "challenges and obstacles" everyday. I am currently ... simply.. fascinated.
I will however tell you that ; I was a bit flipped out at the initial notion of watching a show about little people. I can't say I was comfortable around the littles. There.. that's my P.I. My resume holds no little people experience nor explanation of why I adore this show. Had I been asked to attend .a little people convention at some fabulously cool location with the Roloff's... I'd have been a little nervous. No pun.
BUT .. flash forward 3 years and THIS SHOW ... I love it. I have grown familiar with the ins and outs of the Roloff family. I love their 'can do' ATTITUDEs and I am just so intrigued with everything they do and say. The purpose of the show was to show that little people live lives just like me ( doubt it) just in a different way. I"m also preeeettty sure the purpo$e WA$ two fold a$ well. Judging by the look$ of their newly remodeled hou$e, MERCEDE$ $itting in the garage ( of which I spied on my own while noting tiny details unlike those of you who watch simply the big picture) and numerous trips... I'd say they closely follow that psycho Kate and her ability to smartly exploit her family for moolahs. Good for them.
So their purpose$ worked because I've fallin in love with the Roloffs and they obvioulsy have beau coups of money now. I'd feel very comfortable hob nobbin at an LPA convention at this point. Case in point: while stuck in the hospital after my delivery I decided to take a walksy , opened my door to the hall and LOW AND BEHOLD ..no joke. An entire little people family of 5 walked by.
I do not lie.
I said hello! And then asked if I could come with them.
Just kidding. I totally stared and then tried totally not too once I realized I was staring. Not because they were little people.. but because THEY WERE RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR AS I OPENED IT! What kind of crazy sign is that? A sign that I NEED TO VISIT THE ROLOFFS. Straight from God. :)
So Roloff family: I appeal to you. Let me visit.
I'm certain that they can afford to fly me out for a visit. Surely. First class at that. .
I will watch my mailbox closely.
How fun would that be??
Prior to my arrival there are a few things I need to say to kinda clear the air...
1. I apologize for my P.I. regarding the little people of this world. Please take me to a convention with you. I can handle it now.
2. Matt, your stupid. Also.. you're a bossy cow. Kinda like me I guess. DID I SAY THAT OUTLOUD???
I'd have killed you in year 1 of our marriage. Run you over LIGHTLy with your mule. ( I now know what a MULE is thanks to you. It is NOT some form of donkey/ ass... but um.. you are sometimes. But I loves ya)
Your wife is a saint for putting up with your notions. However, your notions brought in some moolah... so slash that . I'd have made it a few years I guess. Can you adopt me?
2. Amy: You are my favorite. At first I thought you had no control of your own kids when I spied them throwing their trash on your organized..a hem... kitchen floor. But then I saw how much you loved and cared for your kids and that you kicked around that mommy guilt JUST LIKE ME... so I let you slide on your lack of discipline. Emma just threw her yogurt container on the kitchen floor .. and I let her.. out of love. Thank you Amy.
We all fail in some parental area.. yours just happens to be .. let your kids take advantage of you... and also drive your mini van through MASSIVE MUD PUDDLES with the windows open while you weren't looking. ( Zach.. we'll talk in a minute) But you're a good mom and wife .. I was touched when you said "mom" was the three letter word you loved best.
It taught me a lot.
I also secretly love when you lay into your husband. You may be smaller than me.. but we are soul sistahs. RIP HiM A NEW ONE lady.. I'll be cheering from my stands!
3. Zach. Lose the civil war hat. Or at least wash it. Better yet. Let me wash it for you. Please. Also. When you road through that mud puddle with your windows open in the mini van the first pass... I thought I was going to have a heart attack for your poor unaware mother. When you joy road through it at 67 miles an hour for the 5th and 7th and 19th time... I tried to crawl in my TV to murder you with a blunt object. Don't you know there are poor starving people in the world WITHOUT minivans??? Last: I failed my permit test 3 times. High five on that.
4. Jacob: you're a little punk. I am worried that your accident prone ability will get your poor parents in trouble with Children Youth Services. Knock that shit off. And stay the hell away from 65 thousand pound trebuchets ( yet another learned item ) . And the tick. You're lucky it didn't blow up like it did on my dogs. First hand Jacob... that's totally no fun to get out. My dogs vouche.
5. Jeremy. Run away from that girl in episode 76. She's weird and she talked "marriage." That's way uncool. Open the door and push her out of your VW bug next time you head out. Also. A welder? For real? You're not going to have to worry about finding some non collegiate acquired occupation after this show buddy.. Thanks Daddy Matt for that shit. And um... he's adopting me. You have to share now.
6. Molly. I was so proud of you whilst watching your 8th grade graduation. You're speech was fantastic. Valedictorian quality fo sho. I even took pictures of my TV. :) Dont' become some snarky little teen. You're the only girl and your mom loves you.
So when can I visit? I promise I won't bring my kids and I'm certain my sister would come with me. Perhaps some netty friends as well? We can gather pumpkins and launch the trebuchet! Then ride the mule over to the old town. Maybe even help to run the register during punkin season. I don't do tractors though matt.
So anyways. ROloffs.. more power to you. You're show is fabulous. I hope you're rolling in the dough and I'm happy to see your marriage lasting unlike some other TlC characters of note. TLC... good show with great purpose.
ANd even better yet... THE LITTLE COUPLE began .. Bill and Jen. I love them already.
If you asked me where I'd like to fly myselfs on vacation this year : I'd tell you one single stinking place.
Roloff Farm
Some of you jest. You laugh cuz you know what I'm talking about.
The other lot of you find yourself oddly intrigued .
Why the hoo hoo does she want to go there and better yet I wonder if she'll tell us her story morning glory.
Well certainly I will.
I've debated this bloggy post my little internetties because it's borderline politically incorrect. It's borderline lots of things: stalking, obsession, rudeness and plain psychosis... but most of all .. just plain P.I.
As you well know however ...seeing that I was a vietnamese rice patty worker complete with white painted asian face and slanted black eyes during the infamous Halloween of 83.. you will know that I often fall into the P.I. category...unknowingly.
So I love the show Little People Big World on TLC. I've been sitting in the stands for this show since it's inception. Munching on my popcorn and peanuts while I watch the trials and tribluations of the Roloff Family. Of which include 3 little people who face "challenges and obstacles" everyday. I am currently ... simply.. fascinated.
I will however tell you that ; I was a bit flipped out at the initial notion of watching a show about little people. I can't say I was comfortable around the littles. There.. that's my P.I. My resume holds no little people experience nor explanation of why I adore this show. Had I been asked to attend .a little people convention at some fabulously cool location with the Roloff's... I'd have been a little nervous. No pun.
BUT .. flash forward 3 years and THIS SHOW ... I love it. I have grown familiar with the ins and outs of the Roloff family. I love their 'can do' ATTITUDEs and I am just so intrigued with everything they do and say. The purpose of the show was to show that little people live lives just like me ( doubt it) just in a different way. I"m also preeeettty sure the purpo$e WA$ two fold a$ well. Judging by the look$ of their newly remodeled hou$e, MERCEDE$ $itting in the garage ( of which I spied on my own while noting tiny details unlike those of you who watch simply the big picture) and numerous trips... I'd say they closely follow that psycho Kate and her ability to smartly exploit her family for moolahs. Good for them.
So their purpose$ worked because I've fallin in love with the Roloffs and they obvioulsy have beau coups of money now. I'd feel very comfortable hob nobbin at an LPA convention at this point. Case in point: while stuck in the hospital after my delivery I decided to take a walksy , opened my door to the hall and LOW AND BEHOLD ..no joke. An entire little people family of 5 walked by.
I do not lie.
I said hello! And then asked if I could come with them.
Just kidding. I totally stared and then tried totally not too once I realized I was staring. Not because they were little people.. but because THEY WERE RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR AS I OPENED IT! What kind of crazy sign is that? A sign that I NEED TO VISIT THE ROLOFFS. Straight from God. :)
So Roloff family: I appeal to you. Let me visit.
I'm certain that they can afford to fly me out for a visit. Surely. First class at that. .
I will watch my mailbox closely.
How fun would that be??
Prior to my arrival there are a few things I need to say to kinda clear the air...
1. I apologize for my P.I. regarding the little people of this world. Please take me to a convention with you. I can handle it now.
2. Matt, your stupid. Also.. you're a bossy cow. Kinda like me I guess. DID I SAY THAT OUTLOUD???
I'd have killed you in year 1 of our marriage. Run you over LIGHTLy with your mule. ( I now know what a MULE is thanks to you. It is NOT some form of donkey/ ass... but um.. you are sometimes. But I loves ya)
Your wife is a saint for putting up with your notions. However, your notions brought in some moolah... so slash that . I'd have made it a few years I guess. Can you adopt me?
2. Amy: You are my favorite. At first I thought you had no control of your own kids when I spied them throwing their trash on your organized..a hem... kitchen floor. But then I saw how much you loved and cared for your kids and that you kicked around that mommy guilt JUST LIKE ME... so I let you slide on your lack of discipline. Emma just threw her yogurt container on the kitchen floor .. and I let her.. out of love. Thank you Amy.
We all fail in some parental area.. yours just happens to be .. let your kids take advantage of you... and also drive your mini van through MASSIVE MUD PUDDLES with the windows open while you weren't looking. ( Zach.. we'll talk in a minute) But you're a good mom and wife .. I was touched when you said "mom" was the three letter word you loved best.
It taught me a lot.
I also secretly love when you lay into your husband. You may be smaller than me.. but we are soul sistahs. RIP HiM A NEW ONE lady.. I'll be cheering from my stands!
3. Zach. Lose the civil war hat. Or at least wash it. Better yet. Let me wash it for you. Please. Also. When you road through that mud puddle with your windows open in the mini van the first pass... I thought I was going to have a heart attack for your poor unaware mother. When you joy road through it at 67 miles an hour for the 5th and 7th and 19th time... I tried to crawl in my TV to murder you with a blunt object. Don't you know there are poor starving people in the world WITHOUT minivans??? Last: I failed my permit test 3 times. High five on that.
4. Jacob: you're a little punk. I am worried that your accident prone ability will get your poor parents in trouble with Children Youth Services. Knock that shit off. And stay the hell away from 65 thousand pound trebuchets ( yet another learned item ) . And the tick. You're lucky it didn't blow up like it did on my dogs. First hand Jacob... that's totally no fun to get out. My dogs vouche.
5. Jeremy. Run away from that girl in episode 76. She's weird and she talked "marriage." That's way uncool. Open the door and push her out of your VW bug next time you head out. Also. A welder? For real? You're not going to have to worry about finding some non collegiate acquired occupation after this show buddy.. Thanks Daddy Matt for that shit. And um... he's adopting me. You have to share now.
6. Molly. I was so proud of you whilst watching your 8th grade graduation. You're speech was fantastic. Valedictorian quality fo sho. I even took pictures of my TV. :) Dont' become some snarky little teen. You're the only girl and your mom loves you.
So when can I visit? I promise I won't bring my kids and I'm certain my sister would come with me. Perhaps some netty friends as well? We can gather pumpkins and launch the trebuchet! Then ride the mule over to the old town. Maybe even help to run the register during punkin season. I don't do tractors though matt.
So anyways. ROloffs.. more power to you. You're show is fabulous. I hope you're rolling in the dough and I'm happy to see your marriage lasting unlike some other TlC characters of note. TLC... good show with great purpose.
ANd even better yet... THE LITTLE COUPLE began .. Bill and Jen. I love them already.
HIde n SEEk
Just thought you'd enjoy.
ENJOY HEARING MY LOVELY VOICE THAT IS!
How can you resist??
The infamous SupahMOmmy speaks.
The purpose of the video is cute too even though the end of it is VERY DARk.. look close.
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ENJOY HEARING MY LOVELY VOICE THAT IS!
How can you resist??
The infamous SupahMOmmy speaks.
The purpose of the video is cute too even though the end of it is VERY DARk.. look close.
d
blue balls and life with 3 kids
How's it going?
Are you sleeping?
What have the first few weeks been like?
Are you breastfeeding?
Three girls! Wow YOU have your hands full!
How are the older two girls?
Just a few croutons for you from the salad bar of questions I've been receiving these days.
Here are your answers.
1. How's it going.
It's going.
2. Are you sleeping?
No brother jon. I am not.
3. What have the first few weeks been like?
Hell on earth wrapped up in the most delicious feeling of love ever. We'll take it.
4. Are you breastfeeding.
This boob bar is open for business and this sweet little love is 'belly up' NON STOP. It's a bit greedy if you ask me. Her and I need to have a little "come to Jesus " talk.
5. Three girls .. wow you have your hands full.
Thank you for your literal noticing of my newest predicament.
Not only are my hands full. My, grocery cart, my car, my strollers, my house and my jam packed mind as well. I cannot keep up with the madness that has overtaken my new life. :)
6. How are the older two girls?
25 percent neglected this week. Which is a much better rating than last weeks standings. I don't' hear them complaining: directly at this moment. However I do indeed hear them LAUNCHING THEIR TINY BODIES off of Emma's bed right now.
Check with me next week.
Sigh. lol... Life is funny. Life is good. Life is ... life with three. I"m not sure what I did before three now. I remember being bitchy and pregnant and pretty much I'm just no longer pregnant.
I'm exhausted most days. I muddle through as best I can. I've never claimed to be a great mother. I'm mediocre at best on my good days and I'm not one to be afraid to admit that. Mediocre is good. Why aim high?
Having three children this young transcends the average mom's woes ... The internal chaos I felt previous to our newest addition just simply expanded to new and unknown depths.
Grew into an intense never ending battering ram of guilt and chaos.
It's just not possible to do it all. To hug all of them. To be patient and kind when you swear you can feel your hair follicles moving on your head. When the shower/ tub/ kitchen sink/ toothbrush/ hairbrush... hasn't heard from you in quite awhile. Annnnnd they kinda miss you.
When 6 am rolls around and you JUST fell asleep.... but then your middle child spawn ... is now awake. And seriously.. you can't get your eyes to open. For real. They don't open.
When your husband has been ultra patient with you: but you think that he actually willed you to burn alive with his eyes.. when you growled at him about something he said/ did yesterday.
When you feel terrible because Peyton is bawling because she wasn't allowed to "keep the BLUE BALL" from our miniature golf outing. And you just want to scream at the lady: JUST FUCKING GIVE IT TO HER... HER LIFE HAS BEEN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN AND I FEEEEL TERRIBLE...that I didnt' mentally prepare her to give up her club and ball at the end of our outing. I was too busy trying to keep the baby quiet.
Give her the fucking 'BANOO " BALL. :) BANOO= BLUE.
The guilt about just not having it together batters you.
But.. the good thing about being a seasoned veteran.. no matter how decorated a solider.... is that you know it's about the little battles.. not the wars. That no matter what you do.. there is that guilt. That even if I'm great today: I will not be tomorrow. As a Colonel... I get that. So while I batter myself with the daily guilt...I make sure I have my suit of armor on as well. So it doesn't do too much damage. And then I move on to the next subject at hand.
A poopy diaper.
A poopy diaper that is now being eaten by the dogs.
A daughter who wants me to COME ALLLLLL THE way into the computer room to read something to her. But I don't want to.. AND I TAUGHT FIRST GRADE. ughhh... KILL ME.
A daughter who at the same time is screaming from the kitchen that she wants " mulk." And I get mad that I just poured her a glass and now it's already gone... and I'm a bad mother for even thinking that.
And my favorite bar patron: has appeared once again at the boob bar. Seriously. We're going to have to have an intervention here.
Bam .. ram ..
Let's move on.
That's the life with three kiddos.
All aside. It's my life and I love it most moments. :)
Are you sleeping?
What have the first few weeks been like?
Are you breastfeeding?
Three girls! Wow YOU have your hands full!
How are the older two girls?
Just a few croutons for you from the salad bar of questions I've been receiving these days.
Here are your answers.
1. How's it going.
It's going.
2. Are you sleeping?
No brother jon. I am not.
3. What have the first few weeks been like?
Hell on earth wrapped up in the most delicious feeling of love ever. We'll take it.
4. Are you breastfeeding.
This boob bar is open for business and this sweet little love is 'belly up' NON STOP. It's a bit greedy if you ask me. Her and I need to have a little "come to Jesus " talk.
5. Three girls .. wow you have your hands full.
Thank you for your literal noticing of my newest predicament.
Not only are my hands full. My, grocery cart, my car, my strollers, my house and my jam packed mind as well. I cannot keep up with the madness that has overtaken my new life. :)
6. How are the older two girls?
25 percent neglected this week. Which is a much better rating than last weeks standings. I don't' hear them complaining: directly at this moment. However I do indeed hear them LAUNCHING THEIR TINY BODIES off of Emma's bed right now.
Check with me next week.
Sigh. lol... Life is funny. Life is good. Life is ... life with three. I"m not sure what I did before three now. I remember being bitchy and pregnant and pretty much I'm just no longer pregnant.
I'm exhausted most days. I muddle through as best I can. I've never claimed to be a great mother. I'm mediocre at best on my good days and I'm not one to be afraid to admit that. Mediocre is good. Why aim high?
Having three children this young transcends the average mom's woes ... The internal chaos I felt previous to our newest addition just simply expanded to new and unknown depths.
Grew into an intense never ending battering ram of guilt and chaos.
It's just not possible to do it all. To hug all of them. To be patient and kind when you swear you can feel your hair follicles moving on your head. When the shower/ tub/ kitchen sink/ toothbrush/ hairbrush... hasn't heard from you in quite awhile. Annnnnd they kinda miss you.
When 6 am rolls around and you JUST fell asleep.... but then your middle child spawn ... is now awake. And seriously.. you can't get your eyes to open. For real. They don't open.
When your husband has been ultra patient with you: but you think that he actually willed you to burn alive with his eyes.. when you growled at him about something he said/ did yesterday.
When you feel terrible because Peyton is bawling because she wasn't allowed to "keep the BLUE BALL" from our miniature golf outing. And you just want to scream at the lady: JUST FUCKING GIVE IT TO HER... HER LIFE HAS BEEN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN AND I FEEEEL TERRIBLE...that I didnt' mentally prepare her to give up her club and ball at the end of our outing. I was too busy trying to keep the baby quiet.
Give her the fucking 'BANOO " BALL. :) BANOO= BLUE.
The guilt about just not having it together batters you.
But.. the good thing about being a seasoned veteran.. no matter how decorated a solider.... is that you know it's about the little battles.. not the wars. That no matter what you do.. there is that guilt. That even if I'm great today: I will not be tomorrow. As a Colonel... I get that. So while I batter myself with the daily guilt...I make sure I have my suit of armor on as well. So it doesn't do too much damage. And then I move on to the next subject at hand.
A poopy diaper.
A poopy diaper that is now being eaten by the dogs.
A daughter who wants me to COME ALLLLLL THE way into the computer room to read something to her. But I don't want to.. AND I TAUGHT FIRST GRADE. ughhh... KILL ME.
A daughter who at the same time is screaming from the kitchen that she wants " mulk." And I get mad that I just poured her a glass and now it's already gone... and I'm a bad mother for even thinking that.
And my favorite bar patron: has appeared once again at the boob bar. Seriously. We're going to have to have an intervention here.
Bam .. ram ..
Let's move on.
That's the life with three kiddos.
All aside. It's my life and I love it most moments. :)
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A few pics
to draw you in.
I have to get my audience back before I can get my giveaways up and running again!
I've got so much to say: just don't have the inkling to "say" it just yet. Feeling my groove as a new mommy, again. Dealing with hormones that are all the "rage" this season , yet somehow still staying afloat. I am officially a Stay at Home Muddah again. Lord help me.
Funny things that have happened:
1. I experienced real labor. Um .. that WASN'T FUNNY annnd... I truly did go into labor while my husband was drinking TONS OF beers at the Penguins playoff game. I called my MOM.
2. My newest daughter Madalynn was a true PAIN IN THE ASS to bring into this world. Literally. My epidural worked everywhere BUTT my right BUTT ASS CHEEK. I felt my labor in my ass cheek. FOR REAL. I think the nurses didn't beleive me. It was so damn embarassing to SAY every single time they asked me how my pain was. ON A SCALE OF 1-10? um.. TEN IN MY ASS CHEEK.
Only me.
3. My husband took a video of my beautiful brand new baby girl. Then promplty swung the camera around to unknowingly capture ME IN ALL MY LADY GLORY being patched up. THAT there was a fun surprise to find when reviewing the videos.
I know.
4. I was high on percosset for several nights due to a bad back as a result of my epidural. My sister stayed with me to help one night... got up to feed the baby and STARTLED THE SHIT OUT OF my dead weight percosset body: ... all I could do was whisper.. "baby snatchah!"
Then go back to sleep laughing.
5. I called my sister and mom almost crying because my first real meal was CREAM OF MUSHROOM SOUP AND STEWED TOMATOES.
6. Guess who brought the SECURITY SENSOR HOME that was once attached to her BABY GIRLS LEG for deterance of BABY SNATCHA'S? wHO US? YEP.
7. I made my sister run from the room in horror when I said the words " scabby nipple."
And now several of you have run huh?
lol
8. I quarantined my littlest sister much to her pissed off dismay: because her boyfriend goes to a highschool that has a group of SWINE FLU MEXICO VISITORS in it. I wouldn't let her come to my house. OINk OInk.
9. I seriously want to punch my husband in the head when he is SNORING while I am nursing Mady at 3 in the morning. Seriously. No really. I hold myself back. It's quite frightening.
Ummm.. no 10. Maybe tomorrow.
lol
later gaters
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