- What up Party People?January 2
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Firstly...Happy New Year to all.
Secondly...I know what you're thinking...where are the baby bump pics??
Hold your horses, my friends, the bump pics are coming. I am about 26 weeks along now and the belly is plump and juicy and full of a bouncing baby that won't quit kicking me. I don't know for sure what the sex is, although I'm almost positive it's another girl based on the way I'm carrying...and I couldn't be happier about that because most of you know that I was dying to have another girl anyway.
My heartburn is awful, I only throw up occasionally now, and my sciatica is so bad I can barely walk sometimes, but other than that, life is just peachy.
My time is consumed by taking care of the kiddos, working, and embarking on a massive credit clean-up so that my FICO score will be mortgage worthy within the next year. I know the economy is shit and times are bad, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let this great buyers market pass me by. The credit cleaning process is interesting and intensive and I've learned A TON about the industry and it's loopholes. That alone is worth blogging regularly about, but I just can't seem to drag my tired, preggo ass to the computer at the end of the day to post about it.
ALSO, I was sued recently by a low-life collection agency. However, being the scrappy little fighter that I am, I did my research on the collection laws, the agency suing me, and the legal process involved in collec
- I'm tired...November 21 2008
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And uninspired. And downright bored with posting lately. Can you tell?
When I do post I feel inexplicably guilty because I receive comments from peeps who I have not checked in with for some time.
And so, until I'm out of my funk, I have turned off comments on this blog.
Someday I'll return to reading, commenting, and posting with more regularity. Someday. Until then I will simply use this blog as a kind of journal.
I hope you will keep me in your reader and not abandon me completely because even though it seems I have, I have not abandoned you. My reader is still chock-full-'o-nuts and waiting for me to get off my ass and get to reading.
Later gaters.
- A History of GreatnessOctober 31 2008
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When I met her I was about 20 years old and working in an office. She was a temp, placed at the reception desk. She was so spunky and cool and fun. Her wrist was wrapped in a black tribal tattoo, her hair was short, dark, and cut in those funky layers that we all wish we could pull off, but can't. She was funny. Loud and often inappropriate, just like me. We clicked. We connected. We became inseperable. I once told her that if I was a lesbian I'd date her. She laughed hysterically because she thought the same thing about me.
Eventually, she was transferred into my department. I was ecstatic. Who wouldn't be? I was literally getting paid to bullshit with the coolest chic I had ever met. Suddenly, I didn't mind going to work anymore. It was fun again. Well, maybe fun isn't the right word. How about hysterical...uproarious...a total effing blast. Yep, that's it...A TOTAL EFFING BLAST.
As the company grew larger another soul invaded our office space. I think his name was David. David was a short, timid man, with a receding hair line and the worst body odor you have ever smelt. (Smelt? Smelled? Eh, whateva...) He was revolting to be around and made our pleasant work environment not so pleasant. Imagine working in a sub shop surrounded by massive amounts of onions all day. THAT is the equivalent of our daily nostril intake. But, other than that, it was like he wasn't even there. He was quiet, mousy, practically invisible. Which is
- Ode to Rubbernecking on the NJ ParkwayOctober 1 2008
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At a snails pace I ride
Five lanes wide
A parking lot at rush hour
But I hang on
Inch by inch
Mile by mile
And all so that I can spy with my little eye
A guy
Who took a turn too wide
Cut the wheel and flipped his truck on its side
**Smash**Crash**Broken Glass
But not a single drop of blood
Damn...I sat thru all that traffic for this?
- Lil' StinkerSeptember 30 2008
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My older daughter, Sugar, is obsessed with farting. I'm totally serious.
First thing in the morning, she farts her love for me and giggles. If I return the sentiment (hey, I'm preggers and gassy...back off), then she falls to her bed in fits of laughter.
She carries around her favorite stuffed animals, lifts their tails, and makes them lovingly "toot" on anyone in close proximity. Sometimes, she will wrinkle her nose and announces that the toot was stinky.
But, this morning took the cake...
This morning, Sugar actually sat on her sister's head and pushed out a squeaky little fart, squealing in delight.
I was appalled. I yelled at her of course. I told her that it wasn't nice.
And she, eyes wide with innocence and mischief said...
But, it's funny, Mommy.
I'm thinking her little sister disagrees.
