Twinkle twinkle little star, I wonder what hoppened.
Twinkle twinkle little star I go to park
Laaaaaaaaaaaa park yeah park laaaaaaa star I go to park
What hoppened little star
Twinkle twinkle little star, I wonder what hoppened.
Twinkle twinkle little star I go to park
Laaaaaaaaaaaa park yeah park laaaaaaa star I go to park
What hoppened little star
There are times in your life when you think your a mom. Times when you assume that just because you have children you are a mom. Then there are things that happen, that stop you in your tracks and make you say, TODAY I AM A MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
This morning I had one of those moments. I was getting Brandon out of the car when I looked at him, licked my hand and smoothed down his hair. Then, I stopped dead in my tracks, and said, “well no shit, NOW I am a mom!!!!!”
Then a few hours later I found myself thinking how hard it is to pick your 4 month olds boogers when he won’t quit wiggling and it happened again, I’m picking boogers and spit styling, why yes sir, I do think I’m a mom!
The piercing question reminds me of the last election where everyone was arguing over the results. Do boobs count as 2 piercings or one, since by belly button was pierced 3 different times then is that three piercings or one? Goodness. Either way, Rachel and Coffee slut win because 3 was the number I had set in my head. However after thinking about it I realize that boobs could be two different things because I guess a lot of people only pierce one and not the other. Strange.
I went to Old Navy this weekend to grab some tank tops. I thought I would try on jeans just to gauge what size I am there. I picked up some 14s and then thought, what the hell why not grab some 12s. They fit. They were actually baggy and I probably could have tried on 10s but since I wasn’t buying jeans I didn’t feel like wasting the time. Anyway my actual question is this. When I started my diet I was a size 18. Now I’m roughly a size 12. So. Did I go down 6 sizes meaning 18-12 =6 or did I go down 4 sizes meaning 18, 16, 14, 12= 4 sizes? Also, why is it womens jeans aren’t done like mens jeans? You know 30, 31, 32, 33. All of their pants are sized the same and they get all the sizes. I really think women get screwed. I mean I know that while the 12s are baggy the 10’s might be a little snug so why is it I don’t have the option of an 11 yet my husband has the option of a 31?
While I’m busy bitching about sizes please explain to me why a size 12 isn’t the same size for every fucking designer? Friday at work I pulled out all of my old jeans. I had 5 pairs of Lucky’s in size 14 and 2 pairs of Abercrombies in size 12. Tell me how it is the 12’s fit perfect but the fucking Lucky’s were snug? Or how my size 16 Old Navy jeans are GIANORMOUS but my size 16 Lucky’s fit perfect?
Codi took a bath today and I think he is too chubby to fit properly in his bath tub. I find this super duper cute. He keeps looking bigger yet weight wise, no change. He has a doctors appointment Thursday and I’m excited to see his weight. I’m also excited to find out if I can feed him steak rice cereal yet, because he won’t quit staring at my spoon.
Okay must go snuggle fresh bathed baby now!
Sometimes while sitting here reading blogs I get bored. So I do the only logical thing I can think of. I start poking my fat. You do that right? Anyway lately, I’ve gotten bored simply poking my fat and now have moved on to making shapes in my fat!
My favorite, is grabbing the fat right around my belly button and squeezing it to make what I call a skin fat donut.
Don’t you want a donut now?
SHE IS CORRECT! Rachel also guessed 3 and since I have two bags of candy I’ll let you both win!
So send me your addresses wilddreemer@yahoo.com and I will mail off your candy!
Oh, what have I pierced?
Nose
Belly button (3 separate times because of surgeries)
Nipples! (hahahah Rachel, I used to have them pierced but took em out after ripping one out while brushing my hair!)
The winner of the joke contest goes to Coffee Slut!
Coffee Slut said… What’s the difference between a drug dealer and a prostitute? A prostitute can wash her crack and sell it again.
She made me laugh so hard. I loved this joke because it was totally raunchy! You all came up with some great ones but she got the most votes. I’ve been reading her for about 6 months now and she cracks me up. She has really funny photos of her cats and excellent youtube videos. So everyone now go to her website and tell her how much she made you laugh with her dirty naught post!
Since my mom is a big huge cheater I will have to ask a new question for the free bag of candy contest.
The previous question was: Who taught Superman how to fly?
The correct answer: DUH, my dad did. Come on now, everyone knows their dad is the one who taught Superman to fly!
However since I failed to tell my mom she better not post that answer I’m issuing a new question.
The new question is: Not counting ears, how many different body parts have I pierced?
MOM, DAD AND HUSBAND YOU CAN NOT ANSWER!
TUESDAY TUMMY TUCK YOU STILL CAN’T PLAY EITHER!
You may all remember yesterday when I broke up with Easter. I asked for a divorce and said look Easter you can have the house but I get the kids! Well today, that little shit got me back. He threw me one last fuck you. Clever little shit that Easter is.
Today I went to the store to get some stuff. Eggs, yogurt, apples, cheese, oranges, do you see a pattern? HEALTHY GOOD DIET FOOD! So. I’m walking to the lotion and soap isle to get some stuff for the boys in the house (my froo froo stuff could never be purchased at a lowly grocery store) when I pass the Easter isle. I smuggly glance over and think, HA HA EASTER I’M DONE WITH YOU, YOU WON’T GET ME THIS YEAR! I head toward the check out and I pass the same purple bag from yesterday. Zooom. Past it I go. Left it in the dust. However I do spot a display for the new Bee Movie and think I’ll pick it up for Brandon since he hasn’t gotten DVD’s lately. I finally head to the check out and the checker is like hey Becky Bagger can you go grab the free candy that goes with this movie.
Can you guess what the free candy was?
I walked to my car staring at the bag. I stared at it as I loaded it up and I stared at it through the rear view mirror the whole way home. He knew what he was doing. It was like candy four play. Look at me baby, I was free and I come in a shiny bag, come on Shannon you know you want to eat me, he said softly in a come hither crinkle of his plastic bag. I got home and I stared at that little fucker some more.
So in conclusion, I now have one free bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs that will go to the first person to comment who can correctly tell me who taught Superman how to fly wins!
Tuesday Tummy Tuck members need not apply YOU WILL NOT WIN.
Dear Easter,
I regret to inform you, I must break up with you. While you have always been my favorite holiday I feel its time to terminate our relationship. I loved you dearly for 26 years. You were the holiday that smelled the best. You always came with flowers and tasty eggs. You provided me years of fun and enjoyment. However, it just can’t go on. And, it’s not me, its you. Yes, it’s you. It is all your fault. You brought this on yourself. Year after year you do this to me. You convince me to cheat on my diet, and enjoy your many delicious candies. You with your sexy purple packaging. You with your clever once a year only marketing. You had to know this was coming. You had to know sooner or later my diet would win out and I would have to ask you to leave, move on from my life forever. What’s that, you don’t understand why I need to leave you, here let me refresh your memory.
(Editors note, this package was savagely ripped into torn when it was purchased, the owner of this package makes no omissions to consuming any of the contents, ant would like to further state that if any candies were consumed it was because they jumped right into her mouth all on their own, they were not shoveled in by the handful placed there with her consent.)
hmmm, I’m gonna say 3.