Kind of like Sailor Jerry but Sailor Jerry doesn’t wake you up at 5 am.
Sailor Cara
ADD or Stream of Consciousness
Today is a study in ADD. You have no idea what I’m talking about so I shall explain. This morning my mom called and asked Cara and me to breakfast – Cracker Barrel. [Give me a break, ok? This is the South and it’s a law that you must eat at Cracker Barrel at least… Continue reading ADD or Stream of Consciousness
My Website is Aptly Named
I have been relatively sane for a while now. I attribute this temporary sanity to the fact that I’m pregnant and pregnancy seems to agree with my brain. Sure, I’ve been a tad more angry than I normally would be but it’s not like I’m constantly pissed off [just on Fridays from now on]. But… Continue reading My Website is Aptly Named
Dinner
This is going to sound totally asinine, but I made dinner tonight. It’s been like a month since I actually cooked a dinner. Somehow we’ve managed to be invited out to lunch or dinner quite a lot in the past few weeks and we have had mad leftovers from those invites. And of course, there… Continue reading Dinner
F U Fridays
Who really wants to read nothing but bitching all day, every day? I know that I don’t and furthermore, I don’t like writing it. But, as an angry pregnant woman, I can’t seem to help myself. I’m sure that once this pregnancy has run its course, I will blame my bitching on being an angry… Continue reading F U Fridays
I’m All Sold Out
Am I a sellout or “money grubbing whore” because I run ads on my site? WIkipedia defines sellout like this: “Selling out refers to the compromising of one’s integrity, morality and principles in exchange for money, ‘success’ or other personal gain. It is commonly associated with attempts to increase mass appeal or acceptability to mainstream… Continue reading I’m All Sold Out
Hippo Eats Dwarf
I found this news story on http://kensingtonvictoria.com/ and laughed my ass off. I’m going to hell for laughing but it is funny.
Rockin’ the Chuck Taylors
This picture is a prime example of how when you want your kids to wear something they won’t. When you don’t want your kids to wear something or it’s not the time for them to wear something then you can’t pry their grubby hands from the item.
Impromptu Trip
This weekend sucked. How’s that for a great introductory sentence? Tucker was in Millington at Drill and Cara and I were at home. For some reason, him leaving on Friday night really had an affect on me and Cara seemed to be more affected than last time. To keep from moping around the house all… Continue reading Impromptu Trip
Family Bathroom
I try telling myself that I’m not constantly pissed off this pregnancy, but alas, that’s a big fat lie. Something about this fetus makes me ready to go at the drop of a hat. [Don’t fuck with me; I’ll cut ya.] Hence the post about the baby shower and hence this post. We went to… Continue reading Family Bathroom
Disassemble It
Pregnant and Ranting
We all understand the basic concept of a baby registry. Right? Pregnant women and adopting parents sign up at a store of their choosing for the items that they want. Then friends and family carefully select the largest, least expensive item on the list. [Biggest bang for your buck] If for some reason you either… Continue reading Pregnant and Ranting