1. What did you want to be when you were a little girl? (should I
already know this??)
What didn’t I want to be when I was little. I wanted to be a physical therapist, a lawyer, a secretary (yes when I was little my cousin and I used to pretend to be secretaries), a superstar, a poet, a mom and so on.

2. What is your favorite scent in the whole wide world?
Ugggg. I love smells. Food smells, perfume smells, the smell of my husband (he never stinks..drives me nuts), the smell of my sons breath, the smell of his lotion, the smell of bacon, the smell before rain and after rain, the smell of Easter morning.

3. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
Hmmmm. Well if I could drag my family along, (and by family I mean husband, kid, baby, mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and cousin, and her daughter) then I would move us all to Hawaii. I loved it there. The smell of the air, the sound of the ocean, the laid back way the city moved. However, I love living right where I am, I’m a Reno native, I could never be that person who just picked up her life and moved it, I need roots, and sunshine to grow.

4. Favorite movie?
I don’t have favorites. I love so many movies and I never remember them until they are on HBO or something. How about what I don’t love, I don’t love scary movies (except the Hannibal series), I don’t like documentaries, I don’t like movies with people dying, and I hate guy movies, i.e. fast cars, motorcycles, THE MATRIX (HATRED), or any other man movie….ie anything with Tom Cruise

5. If you could ask God one question today, what would it be?
Uhhhhhh is my grandma really watching over me? and is that my dad who keeps turning my thermostat on and changing the settings on my washer and what about who keeps turning off the ice maker? also, did my dad really kill himself and why!

6. What is your biggest aspiration in this life?
To be the best mom I can be….To eat a lot of really good food!

So now its your turn, if you want me to interview you let me know send me a comment with your email and I will email your personal and individual questions. You can also email me at wilddreemer@yahoo.com

I’ll never forget this time in high school I was dating this guy. He hadn’t dated a lot of girls and actually he lost his virginity to me. I chased this guy forever and when I finally caught him he was so apprehensive….as I was pretty notorious for being a heartbreaker in high school. In fact his exact words to me one night after we had said I love yous and gotten serious were, “DON’T MAKE ME REGRET YOU!” I kind of forgot he said that until after we broke up and neither of us behaved well and he looked me right in the eye one day and said, “I told you not to make me regret you, and I do!” Now that stung. I never really got it. I’ve slept with a lot of guys and I’ve never actually regretted one. I’ve always thought each guy taught me some lesson..or at least some position right ha ha wink wink.

Reasons I could never be famous

1. I have never had a DUI

2. I don’t do drugs

3. I’ve never had a DUI

4. I keep my clothes on

5. I’ve never had a DUI

6. I don’t have an eating disorder

7. I have never been to rehab

8. I had kids and I didn’t pawn them of on nannies or mannies

9. I’m still married

10. I have not dated my best friends husband or ex husband

11. I have never let my boyfriend wreck my Mercedes

12. I don’t have 15 leased Mercedes in my driveway that are all blacked out and pimped

13. I don’t have a tan

14. I’ve never had my kids visit me in rehab

and last but not least

15. I’ve never been to rehab and then gotten a DUI while sporting my 90 day sober AA chip and claiming I don’t do coke yet having a usable amount in my car

I guess I can never be famous

Jen and I were talking the other day about buying underwear when we were pregnant. I advised her to never buy maternity undies. They are the most poorly designed things ever. I told her just to get some nice cotton undies, thong or regular as long as they were soft and sort of stretchy. I told her I loved a lot of the stuff at Gap Body. Later the next day I was picking out my days undies and I found my favorite plain old low cut cotton stretchy briefs with little flowers on them and a cute pink rim. I couldn’t put them on fast enough. Then I remembered that I got these at the Gap Body sale. Now, when this store has a sale the best part is that everything is ridiculous cheap. Meaning I got undies ranging from .37 to .97 and bras for 1.97 at the most. Then I remembered that since it was a sale the selection was small, meaning I was only able to find one pair of the worlds softest panties. Now, this morning I go to my underwear drawer and I see no soft cotton panties and I’m sad. Really sad. I had to settle for something that is already giving me a wedgie and its only 9. Would it be wrong of me to just wash the same pair of undies every night for comfort sake or should I go on an underwear mission, only to find the perfect panties and discover they are going to cost me the equivalent of my first born and second born and my left toes?

IF YOU HAVE 7 MINUTES AND 26 SECONDS TO WASTE WATCH THIS!

Brandon amusing himself from wilddreemer on Vimeo

Well since none of you shit heads submitted anything for the giggle awards, I took it upon myself to find stuff that made me laugh. At first, I read this, and I thought it might win.

BUT THEN!!!!

I read this. And I’m still laughing. This shit cracks me up! Go Jen. You totally made my day. It is so wonderful to have people admit that shit isn’t always wine and roses. THANK YOU JEN I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING IT SO I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE!

Wednesday I had to stop at the store and pick up every thing for my BBQ this weekend. Now, I may only be about 14 weeks pregnant, but sometimes I feel like I’m about 7 or 8 months. Mainly it is when I have stand up from sitting on the floor or lift heavy things. Two of the things on my list were watermelon and bottle water. The sale that week was for the pack of 35 bottles of water. That alone was ultra heavy and on the bottom shelf of course. Being lazy I stuck it on the bottom of the cart so I don’t have to lift it far, because even that amount of lifting felt a little straining. My watermelon was a big ole fatty. I get to the check out and leave the water at the bottom of the cart and the lady so graciously scans it for me there. Finally I’m all done and I’m walking at turtle speed and my body hurts and the cart is so heavy and I’m even asking myself if I can be any more whiny and pouty if I tried. I’m walking out the store, across the little spot you drive toward the parking lot. I’m trying to hurry because this very important guy in his extra important SUV is sighing at me and giving me dirty looks telling me to waddle my ass a little fatter so he can continue rushing off to his very important places. Look at me, I’m so frazzled by this I just wrote the king of all run on sentences.

ANNNNNNNYWAY As I’m waddle/rushing in front of this guy, my water comes crashing off my cart upside down on to the pavement. In this second I stop and I swear by looking at me you can tell I want to cry. I’m visibaly flustered and I just look at the guy pitifully. HE LOOKS THE OTHER WAY AND SIGHS LIKE WILL THIS GIRL HURRY UP. Then I finally try and bend down to pick up the water, and now would be a good time to tell you, this was the same day I wrote the post about my pants sliding off my ass because they were too big and missing the drawstring. So now here I am trying to pull my pants up with one hand, drag the water towards the cart with the other, finally giving in and letting my pants slide down to show my fabulous flower undies, I heft up the water with all the grace of a 2 year old and shove it on the top corner of my cart balancing it there with one hand and pulling my pants with the other. I ever so slowly start to move again and this guy is still getting frustrated and all twitchy looking. Finally I move out of his way and he zooms off so quick my water almost falls of again.

SO! The actual point here. Was it rude of him to just sit there watching me and sigh like a dick wad, or should he have gotten out to help an obviously frustrated girl in need? Oooor is it my fault for not puffing my belly out a little farther making it obvious I’m pregnant? Or is it option three that chivalry has been dead for a long time and I’m a stupid little girl for thinking he would help?

You know my husband always stops and helps people push their cars out of the road when they are broken down, why couldn’t this guy help me with me 40 pound water?

Step 1: Wear silky smooth undies

Step 2: Wear sweats with no drawsting

Step 3: Walk 5 steps

Step 4: Watch as sweats slide down over silky smooth undies and down around your knees.