17
Nov

filling the void

As promised, this weekend will be filled with memes and overdue awards since I’m having a hard enough time keeping you interested I figure: What the hell? What’s one more boring ass post where some people may get excited for linky love and others will bitch that they never win anything.

But before I go on, I must just point out that my slight OCD was gnawing at me since I didn’t have a header so I slapped that thing together in about 5 minutes. I have to say, I am rather pleased with myself. Of course, nothing would have been accomplished without my trusty can of Coke Zero which got me through.

And now, without further ado a due adoo delay! I was tagged by GHD from So, What Do You Do All Day? and it’s even from THIS month… I know there are more, trust me: I have posts to fill later.

Here are my Crazy 8’s:

8 things I’m passionate about:

  1. Coke Zero
  2. Designing
  3. Celebrity gossip
  4. Gossip in general
  5. Photography
  6. My down right hatred for vomit
  7. Animal Cruelty
  8. Um, guess I should mention something about the family here?

8 things I say often:

  1. “Fuck Off”
  2. “No, no ta-ta mommy please”
  3. “When are you coming home?”
  4. “No thank you Carter”
  5. “Please don’t touch me”
  6. “I’m not having sex”
  7. “I think I have to barf”
  8. “I just barfed”

8 books I’ve read recently:

  1. Human Capitol
  2. Under the Boardwalk
  3. Fifteen Candles
  4. Marley and Me
  5. Little Black Book of Style
  6. The DaVinci Code
  7. Does Perez Hilton count?
  8. What to Expect: The Toddler Years

8 things I want to do before I die:

  1. Matthew McConaughey
  2. Go to New Orleans
  3. Meet my grandchildren
  4. Go to Egypt
  5. Drive a motorcycle
  6. Go skydiving
  7. Own a Austin Mini
  8. A Pool Boy

8 songs I can listen to over and over again, and probably have:

  1. Pearl Jam’s TEN album
  2. Easy Like Sunday Morning - Lionel Richie
  3. Sweet Emotion - Aerosmith
  4. Welcome to the Jungle - G n’ R
  5. Here for a Good Time - Trooper
  6. Mr. Jones - Counting Crows
  7. Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC
  8. Pour Some Sugar on Me - Def Leppard

8 things that attract me to my friends:

  1. Have to make me laugh
  2. Trusting
  3. Are able to have a great time as well as just chill out sometimes
  4. Reliable
  5. Trustworthy
  6. We can share gory details of just about anything, can’t be shy!
  7. Like potty humour
  8. Can act like a 12 year old boy sometimes

8 things I learned in the last year:

  1. My husband I are drifting apart
  2. I love being a parent to a toddler more then to an infant
  3. I love to drive
  4. Quit holding everything in
  5. My life is in a rut and I am in need of some serious changes
  6. Not all friendships are meant to last forever
  7. If I don’t clean the house, there is no one else who will
  8. It’s truly amazing how long one can last without doing laundry

Now, for the 8 people that I’ve decided to inflict this on:

  1. Phat Phannie
  2. Moosh in … Utah
  3. I Can Fly, Just Not Up
  4. Cheaper Than Therapy
  5. Velveteen Mind
  6. Mrs. Flinger (love you Les!! *smooch*)
  7. Kellementology
  8. LawyerMama

Fuck, that was painful.

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29
Oct

wanna like to bring (blog) traffic to a screeching halt? follow me

Because Dude, I think I’ve killed my blog.

Erratic and inconsistent posting and nothing to talk about except vile and gut wrenching stories of morning sickness and explosive diarrhea will halt traffic like nothing else.

Not to mention the Pepto-Bismol pink layout that I’ve committed to for another few days, but still haven’t found something (or anything to replace it with), I freakin’ the fuck out! I’m gonna be pink forever!! I can’t stand even looking at my layout, I don’t blame you readers reader for not coming by. I don’t even look at it either. Gahhhh!! (Seriously, I may just download a free theme for the time being: until I get my ass in gear and my head outta the toilet.)

If you’re looking to deter people from coming to visit you follow these simple rules:

1. Talk about morning sickness repeatedly;

2. Share your gory bathroom tales incessantly;

3. Bitch and moan Whine and cry about how hard it is to be you at this very moment;

4. Post erratically and inconsistently and share nothing of value;

5. Try and convince people that you deserve pity;

6. Don’t visit people or comment on their sites, but dammit except MORE in return;

7. Whin, bitch and cry that your traffic is nearing an all time low, and expect that to be enough to get readers back;

8. Pepto-Bisol fuckin’ pink people. Make your layout so fuckin’ pink that you feel sick to your stomach just thinking about clicking over.

9. Leave the pink for an entire month even though you hate it, everyone else hates it and it’s just plain fuckin’ ugly.

10. Oh, and make your site slow as shit so even those that come here regularly are fed up with it’s slow ass loading and get sick of it. (To my defense I have been trying everything to fix how slow it is…)

I need another vacation.

25
Oct

drive it like you stole it

I’ve always been a fan of SUVs. I think my first car crush (is that what it’s called?) was a 1997 Toyota 4Runner. My uncle had one and I just remember how much I wanted one when I was able to buy a car; because I was having nothing to do with that mini van. No thank you. Still feel that way. I am not a fan of the mini van; just a personal choice really. If I had 4 kids and had to haul all their shit around it would still be in a huge Yukon or something.

The first vehicle I  drove was my mom’s GMC Safari: the epitome of mom car. (Sorry girls!) There was no way of hiding the fact that yes, I was driving my mom’s huge clunker. Parallel parking was a nightmare and backing that thing up? I would have totally hit your kid if they were standing behind me. So, yeah. Totally kiboshed the whole mini van thing for me. Never. Never. Never.

[Please do not refer me to this post when we picked out a new vehicle and it just happens to be a van, m'kay?]

When kids came along it was obvious we needed an upgrade from my Saturn: a small commuter car that could barely fit the baby carrier in the backseat without the driver being pressed up against the steering wheel. And the Jeep TJ was a definite no-no since it was on it’s last leg. We did not even venture near the mini vans; I think I even scoffed at the dealer when he made the suggestion. That’s when our beloved Mali came into the picture, and even though I still coveted the SUV, I am more then satisfied with my station wagon/hatch back.

One thing I’ve realized about SUV drivers is they think they’re driving something like this:

Last night I was stuck at an intersection for what seemed like forever. I thought there was an accident ahead so I waited it out patiently, until I got closer to the lights; there it was, in the middle of the intersection, asphalt scrapped down in preparation for re-covering: about a 2 inch drop from the finished asphalt to the middle of this intersection.

People where driving like every nut and bolt would fall off and their car would be in shambles should they hit this bump faster then a mile per hour. Three cars were making it through each light. THREE.

It was fuckin’ murder.

People. An SUV is designed to do stuff like this:

 

Even these pricey bitches have bigger balls then you give them credit for:

 

 

 Hummer’s were originally military vehicles. I know if I had one last nigh, I would have done this to you:

 

They’re not made of glass. Now drive the damn vehicle!

 /rant

24
Oct

why is it that when you’re knocked up, you can barely think of anything else?

I found this and it’s so fun.

I can’t believe I’ve wasted the better part of the last hour playing it and haven’t been caught.

And I went shopping (online) and found these guys I officially LOVE Blush! I wish I found them AGES ago!! Cool Mom Picks had them on their site a bit ago. LOVE! Bought three!

Oh, and I wants. Wants. WANTS!

Um, yeah. Only 10 weeks here… maybe getting a little excited for all the cool stuff I thought I didn’t need when we had Carter.

P.S. I’m totally not enjoying this pink anymore. It’s actually making me ill. So I can see why no one’s ever here anymore. It’s so fuggin’ FUGLY!!!

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