Kat- he really really ate paper. He had paper rolled up all over in his mouth and stuck to his tongue and pieces of paper in his vomit. He is such a dork.

Mrs Grumpy- Yeah, you have a total pass on everything right now. So if you want to eat cookies in your bed in your jammies while rolling in ice cream that is fine by me! I’m thinking of you every day!

Swistle- Come on now, I think we have already totally discovered I’m a huge judgemental asshole haven’t we. Of course all of my reasons were negative, its because I’m always thinking the worst. Gosh….I know you know me better than this right now, I’m really quite a huge bitch! But I absolutely love that you were the only one to call me out and tell me I was being an asshole!

Coffee Slut- Your name is still cracking my ass up. Okay, I kind of understand the whole wanting to eat in peace thing. I’ll let you guys slide on that, maybe the reason I didn’t think of that, is that I’m constantly surrounded by chaos so silence scares me!

Kat again- Your husband sets the table…you whore! How do I teach mine!

Jen- In the words of my boyfriend Justin Timeberlake, if you don’t like my crush then please, “Cry me a river, Cry me a river!!!!”

Also, update on my product review: The apple oatmeal is awesome. At first I was worried because it smelled so sweet. But then I took a taste and it was again subtle and satisfying. It tasted almost like a baked apple but a very healthy one. I loved it and recommend this flavor too.

Often times I write something that offends at least one person. This is one of those times that inevitably I will offend or piss off at least one person.

There is something I’ve never understood. Well two things. The first one is eating in your car. I don’t get this. I just went to grab some lunch for my boss. I went to a drive through and while I was leaving I noticed the car in front of me, pull forward, park and eat their food in their car????? Why? Why if you have time to leave work and get food, and even sit and eat it, would you not go inside the place and eat? I’ve never understood it. Back in the day when my cousin worked for me we used to take our lunch and drive to our neighborhood park and eat it. However we would get out of the car, walk over to the little table and sit and eat it. On days the weather sucked we would get our food, or pack it and at least make sure we went into the back and sat at the break room to eat. I honestly can’t understand when I drive by a park and see people who took the time, on a sunny warm day to drive there and then choose to sit in their cars and eat! WHY? I also don’t understand eating and driving. I have never been that person who can just grab a burger and eat while I drive. NO! I may eat a few fries but I always go and sit somewhere.

So explain to me, why on earth do you go get fast food, drive through and then choose to park and eat in your car rather then eating inside? Are you embarrassed to be eating there, ashamed of how you look shy???? What is it?

The second thing I don’t get is not eating at the table at your house. I’ve never been that person who eats their meal at the coffee table, or the counter or in my bed. I eat at the table. My husband and son do to. The ONLY two exceptions to this rule are eating a bowl of ice cream on the couch or when I am sick SOMETIMES I will eat at the couch but even then I drag my lazy ass up off the couch and eat at the table. My family used to eat at the table sometimes, the living room sometimes and then sometimes in separate rooms. I hated that. At my house we usually turn off the TV, turn on some music and sit and eat. Also we all stay at the table until we are ALL done. I can’t understand why you would sit at your coffee table and eat. Or why a family wouldn’t sit down and eat. Even if my husband and I are eating alone we still go sit at the table. And 90% of the time if my husband is eating and I’m not, like at lunch or a late dinner, I still come to the table, sit down and talk with him. I hate that we have become a society where sitting down as a family is no longer important. Even if we grab Taco Bell we still come and eat at our table. Breakfast, lunch or dinner. Even snacks. Even if I am sitting and having some chips and salsa I go sit at my dining room table. Hence the word DINING room

I just wish I could understand people who can’t take the time to eat their lunch at a table or a park or anywhere but their car. I don’t understand families not eating together. Are you eating in your car because the act of getting out and walking the ten steps in and ten steps out is to much activity for you? Are you eating in your car because you are ashamed at your food choice? Please, please explain this stuff to me, because I really really don’t get it!

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New super duper quick and ultra easy recipe posted on the food blog.

How many times do you have to pee now on average?
Well! This totally depends on how tired and lazy I am. At any given time I have to pee ALWAYS, however, if I’m feeling particularly lazy I will hold it until it hurts and then go running like a three year old to the bathroom with my legs half crossed trying not to pee on myself. At night, I also try and hold it which results in me waking up only about 5 times as opposed to every single damn hour. That is five times if you don’t count the two times I go right after I get in bed, get comfy and then realize that FUCK I HAVE TO PEE AGAIN!

Has the little munchkin stopped rubbing your bladder?
NO! Although his kicks are not quite bruise worthy lately the little shit hasn’t slowed down on the beating the shit out of his mom and stroking my bladder as though he was already a teenager fondling a girls boobies!

And will you obey your doctor and lie down some more?
Hi! Have you met me? I have a two year old. His idea of mom laying down means, “Yay time for big time wrestling let me go ahead and body slam mom.” Don’t think he’s not to mean to go all Hacksaw Jim Dugan on my ass and beat me with a board either. He loooves to pull out random hidden pieces of wood and whack me with them! Also, I can only lay on my left side, and when I lay that way on the couch I’m near the place where he threw up last week, and although I cleaned it, I haven’t had time to get the people out to shampoo my couch so I’m totally ooged out by laying there. And finally, if I’m laying down then who is dusting my bedroom, washing the sheets and sliding around on my new hardwood floors hmmmmmm?