First! You all fail. You were just supposed to know better then to say ketchup on meatloaf. We are blogger friends I thought we had some kind of telekinetic bond where you could just read my mind. The reason for the question. Every time I make meatloaf it just makes sense to me that you would put gravy on it. To my husband it makes sense to put ketchup on it. Which, okay if you want your meatloaf to taste like a hamburger FINE. My problem isn’t with the ketchup it is with the 500 cups of ketchup he douses it in. After going back and fourth for a while he told me to ask you. AND YOU ALL TOOK HIS SIDE YOU BIG JERKS. You didn’t just say ketchup, but there were tons of you saying SLATHERED, DRENCHED, SOAKED. Rubbish! So, now my husband is walking around all puffed up being like "hahahah I told you so, even your blogger buddies can’t protect you." And I’m all "Watch it buddy I will so punch you in your nose."
Moving on. I’ve come across a few things lately that totally make me nuts.
The first one? When you go into a bathroom stall and there is no where to put your stuff down. The bathroom at the gym has nothing. Some bathrooms have a toilet paper holder deep enough to set something on. NOT THIS ONE. So, in order for me to pee, I have to cram my iPod down my sports bra, shove my headphones in there too, hold my sports bottle between my teeth and then try and pee. Then I have to do it all again to pull my pants up. So now I’m trying to lean over a little, not drop my bottle and OMFG why isn’t there a goddamn shelf in womens bathrooms?
It drives me nuts that in order find a sports bra that actually holds your D cups in, that means it has to be so tight that you have to wiggle and jiggle around like a hot dog to force the thing over your head. Then you have to shimmy around and look like a fool to try and convince the thing to pull down over your boobs. That isn’t the worst. The worst is then trying to get it off. So now it’s drenched in sweat and it’s sort of like pulling jeans on when you are covered in lotion only it’s worse because this thing is kind of like trying to skin an eel. So you grab on from the bottom of it pull up, your arms are struggling above your head, your legs inevitably start jumping back and forth to try and bounce the thing off. You become totally aware that everyone in the gym is now staring at you, because obviously their tiny little B cups have never had this problem with their industrial strength sports bra. At this point, your arms are tangled over your head, your bra has moved an inch and you are sweating worse then you just did during your work out. Finally the thing comes off, but some how it rolls up over your arms so now they are locked up in the bra and can’t move. After some ninja moves you finally pry the fucker off. It shoots across the locker room like a rubber band and you find yourself slumped over on the bench, your boobs dangling down to your ankles wondering why WHY GOD, do woman need sports bras?
I swear just once, I would like to see my husband not only put on, but take off a sports bra without complaining.
Moving on. I know we are all supposed to be buddy buddy women, but, that doesn’t mean I enjoy turning around to get an eye full of 50 year old vag. The worst is when it’s unavoidable. You turn around and there is a lady with one leg up on the stool proudly lotioning herself, chest up proud, and pubic hair blazing like the American flag. I hate that. They don’t even give you a chance to cover your eyes, you just turn around and WHAM right in your face!
I didn’t eat for a few hours after that.
Moving right along. I am so bent that I am starting to like that stupid new fucking Miley Cyrus song. OMFG could it be any more of a lame teeny bopper bullshit song. What is worse then liking it is going to sleep three nights in a row with that fucker in your head. Imagine trying to drift off to the sound of,
I’m noddin’ my head like "Yeah!"
Movin’ my hips like "Yeah!"
Somebody shoot me!
On the subject of music, I am ashamed to say I also found myself liking the new Rhianna song and I’m beginning to wonder if the entire music industry isn’t on a mission to totally fuck with my head.
And to conclude this little rant, there is nothing better then running out side in the morning in the freezing ass cold, barefoot to grab your sons lunchbox out of your car because you forgot it, only to step on your husbands frozen slippery early morning loogie in the drive way!
Fuck me!
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Oh my god, I am dying! I know quite well of these needed ninja skills for wrangling the sisters in and out of the awful sports bra. I hate those things. Also, I have to concur about horrible songs that fuck with your head. HOWEVER. I don’t think there is a song more horrible than “Don’t be Tardy for the Party.” Does anyone know of this!?!? It’s from The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Several episodes were devoted to Kim (the crazy blonde lady with the wig) recording this song and then debuting it at her b-day party. Minor detail? THE BROAD CAN’T SING! The whole song is digitally enhanced, and all you hear OVER AND OVER again is “Don’t be tardy for the party, oooh oooh, don’t be tardy for the party, oooh ooh…” on and on and on. It is wretched. But the bitch of it all? It’s infuriatingly catchy. That’s how they get into your head.
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LMFAO; oh my side hurts. I hear you as a fellow D-cupper myself…
THIS bra will make you love your boobies again; it’s a sports bra but like a regular bra and I’ve worn it around town and it’s pretty good as a regular bra too (other then your boobies are all smashed in!) But I have several of them and have been nothing but impressed!
http://www.lanebryant.com/cacique/bras/sports-bra/ultimate-sport-bra/4043c4044c775p31367/index.pro
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I wouldn’t never think of putting ketchup on meatloaf…i’m with you that nuts!
For the life of me I hate gym locker rooms…I NEVER get undressed there. NEVER. The most I’ll do is change my t-shirt if I need to change pants that is what the bathroom stalls are for! I have seen old lady privates by accident and ewwww I’m scarred for LIFE! One of the many reasons I hate the gym!
I totally hear you on the sports bra but I have that little changing fiasco in my own bathroom or bedroom! LOL! Great description by the way 🙂
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That fucking Miley song has been stuck in my head for like, a week.
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Awww, haha. Sorry about the ketchup thing! I have a giveaway going on now that might cheer you up! The locker room thing reminds me of Miami Florida- when I went with my cousins, We’re laying on our towels, enjoying the sun- sit up look around- Ohhh that’s nice lady without a top!!!! Not what I wanted to see when I’m trying to enjoy the beach! My fiance can’t stand Miley Cyrus- but I play her music anyway to annoy him- haha. Once on a 2 hour drive! Hahaha!
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1) Gravy on meatloaf?! What are you thinking?!
2)Think of it like this…AT LEAST you need a sports bra. I have nibbles on a little bit of extra skin (thanks pregnancy).
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Hahaha…. When I was a hustler back in the day…. I was changing in the locker room….turn around and….BAM…. There it was… This gynormous, very hairy, droopy ass bush looking right at me! I would have made it out of there less damaged had I not noticed the pretty white string.
The bra…. I need a bra that will cover my permanently erect nips… They’re cool for fun nights out…. Otherwise, the comments get old!!
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OK, I read the whole story and was going to laugh maniacally at you about the ketchup part, but then I got to the loogie part and I threw up in my mouth a little. Barf!!
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I DESPISE ketchup on my Meatloaf. But I don’t like gravy either, yuck on the cooch hair and totally hating the radio a lot of days too…
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Eww!! To the loogie and the vag! There should have been a warning before reading this. LOL!
Gravy, huh? Like I said, I’m not a fan of meatloaf… but I LOVE gravy. I’ll have to try that!
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I totally eat ketchup on my meatloaf. Do you read my blogs anymore??
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Gravy on meatloaf? That is the strangest thing I have ever heard. SERIOUSLY. Your husband totally won that argument.
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Shannon…You are one funny little fucker. I laughed all over my meatloaf with Ketchup –ok I didn’t really–I had fish for dinner. Anyhow… Fucking Miley. Soon it will not only be teeneyboppers fighting for tickets but us loser Moms that can’t stop “moven my hips like yeah” and singing “and the Jay-z song is on and the Jay-Z song is on”. Ugh.
And 50 yr old vag soooo not cool. Especially blazing pubes. I was most annoyed by this when I took my son to swim class at the local Y and women would have FULL conversations with my son and their bush all up in his face (since he is that tall) GROSSS
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uh, i did NOT say ketchup…
i said
HENZ 57!
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