I’ll sell him cheap, I swear

Thing 1 – How old are you today mommy

Me – I’m 31

Thing 1- Wow, you’re old

Me- Thanks honey

Thing 1 – You’re old like Nana

Me – *Sobbing*

Nana = my grandmother who is in her mid 80’s

Wii vs child…. Wii wins

Today I’m at the door talking to the man giving me an estimate on a sprinkler system. Thing 1 is playing  Wii Boxing. He’s on to his 3rd opponent at this time.

I thank the man and head back into the living room. It’s at this time I hear Thing 1 whining “Ouch… ouch”.

My 1st though is that he must have hit himself in the face with the remote. So I walk into the room and ask him what is wrong.

He looks me in the face and says “My ab’s hurt”

LMAO.His ab’s!

7 1/2 years

My old computer has lasted me 7 1/2 years. And now it’s on it’s last leg. So tonight we will go pick up our brand spankin’ new computer.

Can you believe I am on a computer right now that only has 500 MB of RAM? How is that even possible? And we expanded it. I think it only came with 200 MB or maybe even less!

So after tonight I will have my fancy new computer with my 22 inch screen.

It it wrong that  saying that got me a little turned on?

Is this bad?

Is it wrong that when we are in church and I should be singing, I stand there and think how nicely my rings sparkle in the lights they have there.

They really to look super nice.

That was a letdown

I finally used my Kitchenaid mixer. Not as great as I figured it would be.

It seemed to thump around on the counter ever few minutes when I started the cookies. And I totally softened the butter 1st. So is that normal?

I guess it was quicker then a hand mixer, but for that much money I was hoping if would blow a hand mixer out of the water.

Bummer

I need a girls get away

The problem? No one will go with me! I don’t really have any good enough friends here to want to go away with. My old BFF’s are too far away for me to even request it. And my internet BFF’s won’t go (you know who you are bitches).

So, any blog readers want to go party for a weekend in Vegas with me? I’m a lot of fun. I don’t drink much so when I do it’s a blast! And I’ve gained 5 lbs so I can be your “fat friend” and you can be the hot one. Sound perfect, right?

Man, I suck.

Do not judge me

I am sitting here on the computer eating chocolate chips. Not cookies, just the chips. I was going to make cookies but I ran out of flour and it’s too cold (for me that is) to go out and get some. So the chips will have to suffice.

Yummm!

All the single ladies

Ok, I’ll admit I love looking at the spoofs of Beyonce’s Single ladies video. There are some funny ones out there but I think this is my new favorite.

Here is the original for you to compare:

That little girl is hella good.

Now that is ballsy

Ballsy… is that how you spell that? Hmmm.

The hubby donates blood. Quite frequently. So we’re now on any and every “blood donation” mailing list. I swear we get a letter once a week telling him about the next blood drive. But today what happened is even better.

As I waked in the door from the grocery store I heard someone leaving a message on the machine. So I walked upstairs to see who it was. Apparently it’s the blood and tissue donation people. They are calling to schedule a time for the hubby to go donate blood.

Wha? Does that even count as a “donation” anymore? Isn’t that more a “solicitation” now? That seems pretty tacky to me. It’s not bad enough that we get 10 letters a month informing us of every blood drive known to man, now they have to call my house to harass him? What’s next? Knocking on my front door? Showing up at work?

Creepy.

What will I get for Christmas?

Divorce? Homicide? Jewlery?

Last night I told the hubby I was fed up with his tight wad ways and that somehting was going to change. He agreed with me (shocking, but I am always right) and told me he was going to change.

So I’m going to test his theory. I’m going to go out today and buy some shit. This could go really good or really bad. But I’m at the point where I’m done caring about what he’s going to say. I’m 30 years old, I don’t need a a babysitter or a dad. I already have a dad dislike (that’s another entry, I promise).

So, will I be calling an attorney Monday morning? A defense attorney? LMAO. Time will tell, I’ll keep you posted.