suck it down like a champ

ahhh dirty.

i am glad i'm not a dude.

for the following reasons:

1. balls.

2. not being able to fully enjoy wiener shaped foods.

ie: large candy canes, whole pickles, bananas, hotdogs

3. sports....watching...playing...talking about...

4.  i do not believe i would be a good man....not like... ethics/morals...but... like...i would just suck at being masculine... seriously... what about me is masculine?....um....nothing....

5.  video games...i just... can't... i have no coordination for such things...i like word games... which doesn't mean i'm a woman... it means i'm a huge nerd.

6. balls.

done.

i wish i had a huge candy cane to suck on.

this socks...

so... i dunno if its just me... but...everytime i buy clothing i think....i will wear this a ton and not even want to buy anything for a long time.

this is a lie....i have realized i tell myself this ridiculous lie every time i buy clothes to reduce guilt of purchasing.  i think the guilt of purchasing comes from... my frugality...aka cheapness...but my "desire to save money" is in direct competition with my "desire to spend money on awesome clothes"

yeah....

also...i hate socks.

done.

i have been putting piper in size 4 diapers for... like... a yr... and i just figured out she totally fits in size 3... this blows my mind(if you're not a mom dont read that...ha! too late sucker.)

pewter paul and mary ring.

 using puns/play on names for selling of merchandise....

i am talking as someone who likes shopping online... and even more likes coveting clothing and accessories online while not ever buying them...

i do not want you to name your brooch: pin-acle of fashion... i want you to call it... ham pin.  cuz its a pin that looks like a ham.

i do not want you to name your dress: hello baby doll

i want items to have names that describe the item in like....three-four words
1.  only for skinny chicks
2.  baggy crotch pants
3.  itchy sweater
4.  trying to hard skirt
5.  obviously $11.50
6.  you look stupid
7.  look pregnant shirt

done.
ham pin.

slippery slope (this sounds dirty to me)

keychains....
friggin slippery slope.
seriously... if someone was to borrow your car... would be handing them a huge handful of mess?
wanna know who i blame... 16 yr old girls...yup.
if you have a shit ton of keys...dont be stupid.
i dont mind the key cover things... cuz they combine neato-ness with the keys(2max)... unless they are ugly... mind the ugly, children...."the ugly" was a noun in that run on sentence... not a adjective...i dont mean ugly kids... but... sidenote... if people have ugly kids do you think they know it?  cuz... people of the world... about 70%of your kids are either boring looking or ugly....
ok...back to the super important topic....
i just noticed i have two keychains..a lil what the hell do you call those... little... um... rope climbing loop thing.... plus a fob.. is that how you spell it? well the black lil unlock button thingie... thats too much... i am ashamed....deeply ashamed....and just fixed the error in judgement.
i believe... that people  should have a one key chain maximum....especially if they have a fob thing.
unless you are a japanese girl.... they are allowed three...hello kittys.


done.
i have not found a cute way to itch my nose....there mite not be one available to humans at this time.

dear crotch-face,

dear lady in the white impala: sorry that i swerved around you to not hit you when you slammed on your brakes....i am saying sorry because for some reason you really wanted me to pull up next to you while you pull out your weave, and flail around and cuss me out...I went outta my way to NOT hit you! good grief... also... i had my kids in the car... so i decided to not pull up to chat.
ps. suck it.

done.

sorry that you had to read my harsh ps.

"how rude!" -stephanie tanner

oh my grapes i am so agitated!

the close minded should not read any further... they may already be pissed i took grapes name in vain.

jumping in... now:

if someone is dressed in drag... or in a movie where they are homosexual... does not mean they are gay.  and if they are gay... who the hell cares.

being a gay man doesn't necessarily mean the man is feminine... and vice versa... just because a woman is a lesbian doesn't mean she is a handsome woman...if you catch my drift...there may be fashion trends that are more popular in different groups of friends... but...don't be dumb.

i have repeatedly said this... but... honestly it needs to be said more... if someone is gay it does not mean they are overly sexual... it doesn't not mean that if you are a man...every gay man wants to have sex with your butt... and if you are a woman...lesbians are not sexual predators of all woman....that is soooo incredibly idiotic!  i am a straight woman... i do not want to have sex with every man in the world... far from that in fact. why would the sex you prefer mean you are either a normal human who is attracted to good looking people who have rad personalities.... or a raging sexual predator who wants to fuck everyone with the genitalia that they prefer.

people who are so far up their butts have made all this ridiculous propaganda and it needs to be addressed more often.  gay marriage is addressed more these days because its in the news... but the whole fear and ignorance behind why its not accepted isn't called out enough... why in the world do people need to put labels on someone... and why is it sooooo necessary for everyone to be put in a category of some sort...

wanna know why its necessary... because Americans elect people constantly that make it so the government gives and takes according to the category that people are in... and if they don't fit in the category... they get nothing.  the close minded religious have made it their duty to categorize the probability of access to heaven...and have decided that certain people just are lost causes that are completely not allowed into Gods arms regardless ...but need to be preached at and degraded into submission.

marriage....in general isn't decided by a jury/panel of random peers... there are plenty of straight couples that shouldn't be together and you know it... you even have wanted to tell plenty of straight couples that its not gonna work... they should break up... and try over....you have wanted to tell plenty people who they should be with instead of the a-hole they are with....(that never works by the way....unless the outcome you wanted was to lose a friend)  that being said... there are plenty of gay couples that have no business being together either... with every relationship gay or straight there is the possibility of abuse, neglect or indifference... but... come'on... i am naive enough and happy enough to say... that if someone finds who the belong with... let them belong eachother.  it wont effect your relationship... it wont make your marriage any less real...i promise...so is it a threat??? i mean... honestly...are they taking away from straight people who are married??? if you think that gay marriage is... what about divorced people they canceled their marriage....doesn't that detract more from marriage's value than kim and sue or jason and derek tying the knot?  (do not get me wrong i do not have a major malfunction towards divorce i am using it clearly as an example)  i think the only thing that people should be concerned with, in regards to weddings is:

1. do not make your guests sing or recite things...

2. do not make your bridal party spend hundreds/thousands of dollars on you and your day

3. do not let anyone make really long toasts with inside jokes in them

4. do not make it boring/too long...(the remedy to this one is... DO NOT HAVE A DRY WEDDING)

so yeah...if you are gay or straight and are gonna do the opposite of any of these rules... do not invite me to your wedding....cuz i will hate it... and in response kinda hate you a lil bit.

ok back to the subject...

people get uppity about this stuff cuz it involves religion.. and even more personal...politics!!  (that was me being clever...if you didn't notice)

i am not going to get further into this actually because i do not think i am a religious or political authority...i love God... and i love freedom... and i LOVE candy....thats enough.

ok... slightly veering from the subject... onto more deviance i suppose....this time a shorter rant...

tattoos.

tattoos do not make you overly sexual either.  lol... ok i know that seems kinda out in left field... but... honestly... having a tattoo doesn't make a person a saddist...i am kinda explaining that if  you can see part of someones tattoo... you shouldn't ask... "how far down does that go..." or..."do you have tattoos in other places that you can't see"  honestly... i have compared it to asking someone what color their nipples are... its rude....and lots of times its creepy.  people express themselves in so many fricken ways... that are never questioned... well... outloud that is... like... oh... she cut her hair short... "how do you style your pubic hair?" ....oh he is wearing oversized shorts,"do you have abnormally large testes?"  i think that it is safe to say that people that get tattoos want to do something interesting for themselves.... it is not safe to say that everyone that has a tattoo wants you to see them naked....and NO this is not a rant based on something that has happened to me....no one has asked me this... and i have a butt tattoo and everyone has seen it... and i will show almost everyone it if they asked...but... this is one thing that i am reserved about... the meaning behind tattoos... i rarely tell people the meaning behind my tattoos... and i rarely ask people theirs...  you should think about that... sometimes its really personal and/or a long story that doesn't pertain to anyone that would ask... usually when asked i outright lie.

i am tired of ranting... the anger and restrictions that are needlessly spilled out these days is stupid.  seriously stupid.

if you disagree with me... i will gladly debate this with you.

done.

minute maid orangeade is so great (3% orange juice) :)

invasion of the teeth snatchers

uh... i dunno bout you... but... just walking into the dentist... the sounds the smells... it makes my blood pressure skyrocket.

so... yeah... yesterday... friday the 17th of september.... was one of those dreaded trips... and prolly the most dreaded of all trips i have ever taken to the dentist.

so i walked in... wrote my name down...and smiled shyly at the people sitting next to me in the waiting room... you know... what you do when you approach a waiting room.

then as i was looking thru the super wrinkly and un-appealing magazine selection... my name was called... uh... well... "rebecca clark" was called... i refuse to go by rebecca in most situations...cuz its a pilgrim name...

ok... so they brought me back to operatory room #2...honestly... nothing good can happen in an operatory room in a dentist office.... they sat me down in the dusty blue dentist chair(the color was a dusty blue... it didn't have dust on it...just to clarify) ... and... took my blood pressure... i cannot imagine that anyone has good blood pressure while sitting in this chair... but... yeah... whatever...

then i sat and waited for the dentist... while watching... street court on tv... which basically made me hate people... and then a gentleman and his wife walked back...and past my door... um... then i hear him yelling... "OH MY HEAD!!!!! OHHHH NOOOOOO!!!! OHHHH!!!!".... awesome...

then... he was walked over to the xray rooms... and his wife was taking pictures of him while he was getting teeth xrays... so... weird... and obnoxious....finally they left....

then the dentist came in... he described things.... but mostly the stuff that stuck out in my head was... "quite a few shots in your cheeks and gums...that will be uncomfortable..." and... "yeah.... you will need something stronger than tylenol... we will hook you up... you will be in a bit of pain...(while wincing)"...so... another polite smile...masking my horror... while they reclined my chair....

it begins....

"ok first we are gonna numb the whole top of your mouth... this is going to include some shots in your gums... that will be painful."-dr p  "mmmmhey"-me...his hands were in my mouth.

so yeah... six or eight shots later...."ok we will let that soak in... and be back... to numb your bottom of the mouth... and then take out your top teeth".....great something to look forward to....

street court was on tv... ridiculous... then...how i met your mother was on tv... a show i have never watched before...not too bad...i guess...well before he walked back in to pillage my mouth... i took a lil glance behind me and saw... yes... at least 20 different plier thingies in those sterile paper/plastic bag things.... at least 20... and a try of lots of sharp things... and needles and clear bottles...i may have had a slight stroke....but wouldn't have known cuz my face felt super droopy/drooly from the novicane.

ok... so... he came back and shoved things in my gums to make sure they were for real numb... then numbed the bottom jaw... and then started with the crunching and pulling and yanking of teeth.. top ones.. not to bad... bottom ones..................ummmmmmmm.....i thought he was gonna rip my jaw off... like...seriously... he even mentioned i may wanna hold onto my jaw so it doesn't get pulled too far... HOLY FUCK. yup.  hurty.  and then... uh... because of one of my teeth being "difficult to extract" he was like... i have to use this thing... its kinda noisy... and because i have dilusions of being a standup comic when in pain... i was like... oh... my kids are kinda noisy i'm used to it... so.. yeah... "the kinda noisy thing"=a drill.  fucking balls...intense.  yes... drilling and blood spatter... resulting in having to have a bunch of stitches...

well finally its done... and i asked him if i had any teeth left... and he laughed and said yes... i left quite a few in there still... i told him that i didn't wanna scare people with my jackolantern face and he promised me that you couldn't even tell...

a girl came in and wiped my face... like... intensely... so i'm guessing i looked like someone who had a bunch of teeth ripped and drilled outta their face...

uh... so yeah... i feel like i have learned a few lessons from this horror story.

1.  be put out for teeth extractions... its intense... and you dont wanna know how rough they are... unless you like it rough.....but i do not when it comes to teeth rape.

2.  try not to get mouth stitches caught in any other teeth cuz they will rip out... and not only will it hurt like a mother f-er but it will also feel like a spider is in your mouth which is creepy.

3.  chewing with my bunny teeth is never gonna be the same... i loathe dentists.

4. never ever get piercings that can and will mess up your teeth....even if you are 17 on spring break and think a tongue ring will be rad.

"i snoozed."-piper...aka sneezed...so its friggin cute.

ok... i'm just gonna copy and paste my fb status... cuz it took me a full five minutes to think it up...

apparently...my nose will not be finished pouring out slime until i have exhausted the four boxes of kleenex's....a few rolls of toilet paper...and a few sweatshirt sleeves...realllll cute...yeah...i should be getting better just in time for the dentist to steal my wisdom and leave me a fat faced drooling panda on friday...neat.

yeah...so... pity party... starting.... now!

my FUCKING body hates me.  yes i said fucking because this is a moment which requires it.

i feel like grumpy old lady... and yes... i am gonna be a  bitchy old women who hates everyone under 40 and calls them damn kids... and swears at them... and i'll prolly throw my woman diapers at them.

ok... here is my list of ailments:

1. my teeth infection thing... which is finally mostly gone... but they injected these like antibiotic lil pieces of something in between a few of my teeth and gums... that i am pretty sure made me sick... my evidence to this is that i threw up three times after they did this to me.

2. i realise dental hygentists are needed so that at least half of the population doesn't go toothless...but... must they rape your teeth??? honestly... must they rape your teeth?  i had the nicest woman...rape and pillage my mouth.

3.  i am getting real nervous about them taking out my wisdom teeth...mostly cuz i feel like i will have gaping holes in my mouth... and that i will have a swollen and drooly face...i mean... they can have my teeth... that part i could care less about... but... if it makes me not able to be in public aka the east town st. fair...without shaming my family and friends...i'm gonna be pissed.

4. i have a lame ass cold... the cold is grinding up my nose and under my nose area... it is now chapped and looks as if i like to vigorously rub my face on the carpet(sounds kinda gay)... for no reason....to complain further... having any kind of illness while having to take care of small children is a bitch....it super sucks... and is for lack of words....hard.

5. i love the new tattoo i got... its not all the way done... but... i love what is done... well... i am kinda allergic to a&d ointment...which you put on it... so i basically got hives on my arm...which...i can't itch... cuz... its a tattoo and you dont friggin scratch a tattoo dummy... its all cleared up for the most part... i feel like i shudda known... cuz i get weird reactions to everything... i'm allergic to bandaids for cryin out loud!

6.  i sure there is more... but... this is enough bitching to last a lifetime!

so yeah... i'm a complaining complainer...maybe i'll be in a better mood/mindset tomorrow... but i highly doubt it...

done.

i like to call peanut butter...nut butt...

sunny weather ignorant

ok.  this is gonna make some people pissed... and or make them hate me cuz this next statement is gonna make me look real dumb...

but... i like to say things like that so...

sometimes i get malibu and miami mixed up.

like... sometimes they are the same thing in my mind.

HA! ... no... i'm serious... ok... i realise diff states... diff places... but... comeon... they are both kinda tropically hot places... well friggin hot places where girls wear slutty outfits constantly and its cool....ok... i'm sure other stuff happens... like... clubbin.. and... body shots?  ok... geography police... dont freak out... 

man... and the thing is... i really have no use for either place....but i like malibu rum... and i used to like the miami song by will smith....so i dont have like hate for either place... obviously since i like things that are distantly related to the place cuz their names are in it....i was being facetious... since you can't hear my tone.

ok...i should be in bed... i'm a mother for cryin out loud...

done.

uh... i'm watching real world... horrible...so horrible.

a f-ing adult

um... do not be confused by the title... it is not really pertaining to an older person having sex.  it is about... being an actual adult.

uh... so i have done a few things lately that are in my mind...crazy... mind blowing... a bj for the mind.

for starters... i joined a gym.  yeah... i get all my wobbly bits to a place where actual exercise happens...and... i'm addicted.  like instantly... i really like it... and its fun....and i miss it when i dont go... so friggin weird cuz honestly... i am like one of the least healthy people... i love candy and caffeine... i love fatty foods...and doing nothing.  i hate sweating and being active... i typically am an indoor person and while indoors i like to eat.  uhhhhhh... duh... for these reasons...(compounded by the fact that i had two babies that gave me diabetes) i am wearing a size m when i should be wearing a size xs since i am friggin 5'1'' i should be a tiny lil bitty girl... instead of a mini-sumo wrestler...i do not want it to look like a bunch of hippos are trying to escape from my shirt or pants....and i feel like i have "let myself go"   zoe told me..."your belly!!! soon a baby will come outta it!!!" i said.. "no... i'm fat" and she said... "oh.".... well anyways... snap fitness... and eating better is gonna be my ticket to being as good lookin as i can get.

ok... secondly... i have taken care of my credit cards...or worked out how to take care of them... i hate money issues and when people talk about money issues... so....nuff said.

thirdly....after a debilitating fear of dentists...i have found one that i like (as much as you can like someone poking up with pointing things into the soft tissues of your mouth.)  i am getting my wisdom teeth taken out in two weeks....which is something that i am pretty sure usually happens to teenagers... well anyways... yeah... i feel like an adult now that i am forcing myself to make sure i have a couple of my teeth left in my mouth by the time i am 30...which is in... ugh.. 3 yrs and a few weeks... ew.....aspen dental is where i go... if you wanted to know you stalker....they aren't condescending... even if you have bad teeth... and they dont have kids under 6 for patients... so... no annoying-ness in the waiting room... cept for the girl who doesn't understand how to fill out her form/ can't read....

i just wanna do some backstory... the last time i went to a dentist, dr conlon (dr dumdum) he gave me a root canal and halfway thru he said... "oh... it looks like we didn't need to do a root canal"... and then later..."it looks like we broke just the very tip of the needle in your gums/root of your tooth...it shouldn't be a problem...but if it is... we will take care of it..." needless to say... i haven't been back since then... which is like 5 yrs....i think it is a good enough reason to be kinda wary of the dentist.....

well anyways... aspen dental on 28th by centerpoint mall...they didn't even ask me that dumb question of "do you floss?"

so yeah... i'm gonna be a moderately weighted adult who has teeth and a couple cents. good for me.

done.

pizza rolls

congratulations jerkface

hey its crian and cmanda's wedding today. so... yeah... have a crappy wedding dickheads.

done.
dickheads

fat tits

um... i had a major lightbulb over the head moment.

i think that if i didn't have kids...i would be fatter than i am now.

i realise that i have a squishyness about my tummy that wouldn't be there... but... i think i would weight more lbs.

cuz if i didn't have kids... i would just leave the apt whenever and get delicious food... i would make delicious things constantly and eat them all... i would be a big fatty fat tits...and you would not be my friend... and if you were friends with me... i would be your "fat friend"

i am trying to not eat after 7 and also trying not to eat bad for you stuff all the time....so far i have done that for a total of zero days....self control is not strong with me...

and now that i think about it... i dont understand why everyone who doesn't have kids and like... responsibilities... isn't whale sized.

like whale sized without any apologizing or rationalizing... cuz like... it should just be normal...

not that i think everyone should be fat... cuz thats gross... but... i just feel like... i am fat person who is just growing into her body...dont worry i wont make you look at my squish or jump around in front of you... i have some dignity....somewhere...maybe i ate it.

done.

pretzels... is that even english?

boo

for fathers day i think we got paul clark a card that had two bees on it that said "boo" and in the inside it said something about boobies.... i'm sure one of the girls ate the card or something.

anyways...

do you believe in ghosts?

i do not.  well i say that i do not because if i said i did then i would be constantly freaked out about ghosts.

i super hate scary movies because it makes stuff like ghosts seem more realistic and then it makes my mind think that maybe i believe in them... but... i do not... i dont think...

yeah... i dont. 

i am one of those jumpy people.  like i jump at loud noises... my mind wanders quite frequently and can be startled at any moment.  i feel like i am rational enough to tone down my silly girlie-ness well... as much as i can... but... sometimes...

i have very realistic dreams ever since i was a kid...i have realistic dreams and not only are they realistic but i can remember what happened in most of them... and like details and stuff.

i think my scariest dreams are where people have those like black zombie eyes... like with no white in them...but not like random strangers or celebrities but people that i know that have died.

its shit like that...ugh... freaks me right the hell out.... and maybe makes me get a teeny tiny bit freaked out about ghosts.

i had a dream like that last nite.... creeeeeepy.

i wish all my dreams were like the dream i had where i had sex with chef ramsey from hells kitchen... or with the weasley twins... or even like the one where i gave birth to zoe and a suckling pig and she rode the pig around but it was her brother... but he was a pig.

ok. i'm gonna go watch a lot of horrible tv now.

i wish you could buy cable just the channels you want...i would pick:

hbo, bravo, usa, food, hist, hgtv, lifetime, comedy central, and cartoon network.

done.

mr goodbar is a poor mans toblerone.

eating cheeseburgers with chopsticks

**to protect the people in this blog i have very cleverly changed their names.

this is prolly gonna be the longest blog i have written...just an fyi.

ok...so to begin... i have to go back... maybe i should quentin tarantino it....

crian blark wrote a comment on ceki's facebook status it said:

"Wow!!!! White Trash???? Seriously??? So according to your comment anyone that puts their kids in jeans, or jean diapers is white trash???? I mean seriously is this like the comment that you made to my wife, that if we aren't paying you, that you are not coming to our wedding?? Seems to me you are a highly racist person against the race that created what you have now! Your comments are disgusting to me, a true american would not bash this country or the founders of this country the way that you do, if your so miserable here, then go home!!! QUIT talking smack about our wonderful, free country like you have been....... Obviously you have lost your marbles!!!! !! !!! !!! "

ok... now to the beginning.

caul plark and ceki blark had offered to do the wedding pictures for cmanda alark and crian blark.....

they were given the price and what it included.  everyone agreed.  only a little more was added to the cost for driving and hotel stay(6 hr drive)...to make a grand total of $700. this correspondence began in january 2010.  to quote cmanda when she got the total.. "that sounds about right".

in march after not hearing anything or details ceki blark wrote cmanda to just confirm a timeline, and other details.  cmanda wrote that crian had lost his job, and that they were trying to budget and would get back to caul and ceki about if they could still do it but also added that they really wanted to still have them do the photos.

caul and ceki agreed with eachother that they would be willing to do the photos for $400 and told crian and cmanda.  they seemed really grateful and pretty sure that they still wanted to use them.  they thanked them for being patient and for working with them.

april, may...and then june...

the wedding is in the end of july so ceki and caul really needed some confirmation...also...it had been nearly three months with no response... so... yeah.

ceki very carefully worded this email(june 4):

hey cmanda! caul wanted me to ask you if you still need a photographer? we figured if you didn't need us to we would prolly not be able to go. caul is running out of days off! but if you need us to we can figure things out....we just need to know soonish :)

thanks!

 and got this response from cmanda:

"Hey ceki, we hope you can still make it but at this point we are just going to have family take pictures for us. We just do not have the ability to come up with that much money at this time.

Thanks,crian & cmanda"

having thought that this situation was finished and no big deal all around ceki and caul went on...to be completely honest with you they didn't really feel like doing the pictures anyways... but really wanted to help family out if they needed it.

ok......

soooo....then...one evening while watching television ceki saw an ad for huggies denim diapers.

and from her phone posted the facebook status:

"uh...if u want your baby to be doublely white trash...have them just wear huggies jean diapers...nothing is classier than your kid just wearing its undergarmet it poops in without clothes covering it in public...than having the undergarment look like daisy dukes....neat."

so... yeah... that was that... a few people "liked" the status... some commented agreements...some even added funny stories.... then crian blark added a comment of his own:

"Wow!!!! White Trash???? Seriously??? So according to your comment anyone that puts their kids in jeans, or jean diapers is white trash???? I mean seriously is this like the comment that you made to my wife, that if we aren't paying you, that you are not coming to our wedding?? Seems to me you are a highly racist person against the race that created what you have now! Your comments are disgusting to me, a true american would not bash this country or the founders of this country the way that you do, if your so miserable here, then go home!!! QUIT talking smack about our wonderful, free country like you have been....... Obviously you have lost your marbles!!!! !! !!! !!! " 

so... yes... wow indeed.

but to add the icing to the red white and blue cake...crian also put a status of his own:

"We have an idiot in our mist (yes this spelling error was how he had typed it)....then added ceki's status" 

he and his wife cmanda also both de-friended ceki.

ceki woke up to a few different texts and emails:

one from a beautiful and smart relative... we will call her hicole..."dude caul's cousin crian just went ape shit on your post, apparently his kid wears denim huggies"

and then amongst ceki's emails was that wonderful lil nugget of a comment from crian.

um... ceki is a girl... and an emotional mom-type girl... so.. yeah... she teared up immediately... and could not stop tearing up or outright crying when she thought about it or read it... or talked about it....completely lame... and really wished that she could stop....cuz frankly this crian character was a jerk with a capital d.

 so after talking with wise people and venting to saints....

ceki wrote cmanda this facebook message:

"cmanda,
i dont know if you thought i meant we wanted money or we couldn't come to your wedding??? because this is the original email i sent you:
"hey cmanda!caul wanted me to ask you if you still need a photographer? we figured if you didn't need us to we would prolly not be able to go. paul is running out of days off! but if you need us to we can figure things out....we just need to know soonish :)
thanks! "caul is running out of days off because of all the days he had to take off for his mothers funeral and our friend had a horrible accident in arizona...and his vacation days are also his sick days... so honestly he is running out of days off, he has to find a way to trade shifts to just go to a baseball game with my dad. you hadn't gotten back to us so we just needed to know if you needed us so he could trade shifts and work out the schedule.... he is the general manager so no one else can all the way do his job...so it takes a little work...plus we needed to know if we needed to get a babysitter and stuff for our girls.
so, sorry for the confusion....but we just really wanted to know if you still needed us....because if you did we would have worked it out money or not. " 

 ceki has not recieved any response from said email... and doesn't expect one unless shit starts freezing in the bowels of hell... or pigs start riding in airplanes.

now... with the dilemma of holding back the scathing email... setting crian in his place... and blasting his patriotic balls outta the water................. that was ceki's struggle...much consideration... and by this i mean...days and days of obsession and not the stinky calvin klein fragrance(name not changed) 

ceki has decided to not sent crian a letter...because any act of trying to explain things to an irrational person would be in vain and fuel crian into another fit of self-righteousness that a person of that kind craves and thrives on.  so i have decided to write this blog for ceki so that she can feel some resolution and may be able to say her piece without having to deal with crian...the hillbilly asshole of the century.

but...ceki did write this letter...that was never sent to crian... but... is what would have been sent if something was to be sent:

to crian,

"Wow!!!! White Trash???? Seriously??? *So according to your comment anyone that puts their kids in jeans, or jean diapers is white trash????** I mean seriously is this like the comment that you made to my wife, that if we aren't paying you, that you are not coming to our wedding??*** Seems to me you are a highly racist person against the race that created what you have now!****Your comments are disgusting to me, a true american would not bash this country or the founders of this country the way that you do, *****if your so miserable here, ******then go home!!! QUIT talking smack about our wonderful, *******free country like you have been.......Obviously you have lost your marbles!!!! !! !!! !!! "


*no...it was my opinion that the denim diapers were trashy...clearly a silly opinion that was made lightly, i understand if a person doesn't know me that it could be mis-interpreted...i only allow friends to view my facebook page for that reason, because the friends and family that i keep know my sense of humor.  people can completely disagree with me...it wasnt an attack against anyone...it was an OPINION.

**i never made a comment to your wife about money other than when we were talking about how much we charge.
i sent this message:
"hey cmanda!caul wanted me to ask you if you still need a photographer? we figured if you didn't need us to we would prolly not be able to go. paul is running out of days off! but if you need us to we can figure things out....we just need to know soonish :)
thanks! "
and the reason i sent it was because we hadn't heard from you guys and we wanted to be able to plan in case u needed us (babysitters, trading shifts, etc)....i maybe should have written more, but i didn't think i needed to?  which was very naive on my part...if you needed us and didn't have the money we would have worked it out....we enjoy doing photography for people and do not charge professional prices.  it is a lot of work but a sidejob we both enjoy.  we did *insert amazing beautiful people's name here* pictures and we had a lot of fun.

***my maiden name is berkhof. my parents are white....my husband is white...all of my family is white except my sister who is also adopted....i have friends of every color and religion, i have straight and gay friends... i have friends in a very diverse array of jobs...including people who are on welfare, unemployed, and people who own multi-million dollar companies....i am and always will be thankful for living in this great country. i vote, i pay taxes, and i pray for our politicians no matter what party they are a part of....i volunteer and practice doing good deeds for friends and strangers...i do not need to explain any of this to you, i do not even think i need to explain this to anyone.  but since you questioned my morals i will.

****i haven't bashed this country... i just said my opinion about a certain kind of diapers for crying out loud.  i am not even part of any facebook groups that have to do with politics except for supporting the right to bear arms... because my husband and many other loved ones have chosen to rightfully protect us.

*****i am not miserable here.  i never said i was...and never have alluded to the fact that i was.

******then go home....... that is by far the most racist thing i have ever been told.  in my WHOLE LIFE AS AN AMERICAN.  i have never had anyone say something as derogatory to me....it was a horrible thing for you to say and even if i wasn't an american citizen... this is a rude and unamerican thing to say to anyone.  america was founded on the back of immigrants.  i call america home....and without a trace of an accent, not that it would matter.

*******i enjoy being a part of america where freedom of speech is something that we all appreciate and enjoy as a right.  just as you have a right to openly disagree with me.  you have a right to your opinion of me and you certainly have a right to hate me and everything that i say and do.

HOWEVER: you do not have a right to slander me.  you DID have a right to put your opinion on my facebook page, but it was vicious, incredibly false, rude, and hateful....you called me an idiot on your fb which is just plain ridiculous...you attacked me...there is no other way to describe it.  you attacked me, without knowing me... you chose to vent and spew hate and unfair assumptions on  my silly facebook status without even contacting me or asking me to remove it in a private manner.  which i would gladly have done.  i would have gone out of my way to apologize to you and cmanda, i have removed it promptly and made a status apologizing.
i did not deserve to be treated that way....no one does.
i am sorry i offended you.  i really am....no buts or anything.  i (and most people) can not be viciously  attacked without sticking up for myself.

sincerely, ceki blark 

 so... yeah... that is bout the gist of things...

ceki has felt overwhelmed with support and love since said incident... people de-friending crian...boycotting his wedding... and lots of private name calling....so yeah... 

i now wash my hands of this...(and no not in the blood of america's founders...and dried on the constitution)

done.

i give anyone permission to attack me like crian if i have done the following things:

1. pooped on the american flag

2. kicked his wife in the badger

3. thrown a tampon at his kids

4. deserve it.

 **note: this email was written in my "home's" language so that only some people can read its contents. 

you mo fo.

mothers day.

thats what day it is today....if you didn't realise that... you dont have facebook cuz thats what ever friggin status is about!

um... so... i just wanna say that i love being a mom... but i just found a picture of holding zoe for the first time and it had a bunch of things come screaming back to me...about infants...

i really have no good transistion for this so i will just list them  i think they are things... that unless you are friends with me... no one tells you until after you have had kids:

1.  when giving birth to zoe i burst a ton of blood vessels in my face so it looked like i had a ton more freckles...purple ones.

2.  i heard a cutting sound... like the sound when you cut into a piece of construction paper...  and then the dr said... i have to cut you a lil bit... yes... snip to the taint.

3.  maxipads... for a month.  a MONTH! gross times a bajillion.

4.  with piper the day after i had her... just randomly part of the placenta fell outta me.

5.  hemorrhoids.

6.  when you pee you have to squirt water on yourself right after cuz otherwise it burns horribly.

7.  scariest thing ever: sex for the first time after birth

8.  baby's first poop is like tar....and after tar its like soupy grainy mustard.

9.  when your milk comes in...a day or two after having your kid... you feel like a donkey kicked you straight in the tits.  and your boobs are rock hard and you feel like you are always flexing them... like charlie horses in your boobies

10.  your boobs leak.  like... sometimes you can go to sleep and wake up sleeping in a puddle.

11.  zoe used to spit up like the exorcist... like water coming outta a hose....its was insane.  and it happened every other time she ate.

12.  babies belly buttons are like still a tiny part of the umbilical cord attached and then it takes a week or more before that long dangler scab falls off.

ok thats enough.

i want to reiterate how much i love being a mom... but its friggin messy, gross, painful... and a shit ton of work.  that mike guy should do it as a "messy job" but... i feel like he mite not go so far to let someone cut his taint with a scissors.  honestly i love all you moms of one kid... but you have no idea how much different it is to have two...honestly no idea.

done.

give your mom a hug and a kiss and tell her that she is the best....its really the least you can do....i mean... her vag will never be the same because of you... just ask your dad...

hairy witch

ugh... my hair... ugh...its horrid.

i just want it to be super long.

like i want really long braids... like...Pocahontas...wait.. i dunno if she had braids...in the disney movie she didn't... and thats pretty much real life... so... ok... i want the same length of hair as sandra bullock in practical magic....i realise that no one knows what this movie is...cuz frankly its not that good...but i still watch it on abc family sometimes... i dont care... google it if it matters to you... it shouldn't cuz this is a tiny lil post about my hair....really meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

done.
dumbest blog ever award

yes you look fat in those pants...but you're fat...so you will look fat in all pants.

so... i did a garage sale with pauls sis and fam in shepherd, mi for the maple syrup festival. (yes everything in the past sentence is true...even tho it seems make believe)

and ok... taking part in a garage sale... will give you a nice snapshot of americans. and by "nice" i mean over weight...nope...fat asses, trash, old crazy people, dweebs(yes i brought back the word dweeb) who live with their moms who make them go to garage sales....and then you act like you hate it...but are secretly looking for action figures and video games, and...annoying kids who should be supervised but their parents are trash.

it takes a special person to haggle down a figurine of an angel with one of her wings chipped that says underneath "a friend is an angel without wings" from 75cents to 50cents.  i would know i was in charge of taking people's money.

garage sales....or garbage sales....are a cherished spring-summer past-time...and one that i tend to enjoy... but... hate later cuz you feel like you are covered in garbage sale grime which consists of:

1. dust

2. cat hair

3. garbage juice

4. rose scented lotion

5. ketchup

6. one egg to bind it all together (that was a cooking joke...)

i prolly should not have been in charge of the money...since in the end there was 95 extra dollars(which is not a bad thing... but... kinda makes me look like a complete screw up) and also i lost the treasured..."tally sheet notebook" for a hot second... dont worry it was retrieved by running down the street in search of a lady "with a bike".

i gotta say...it is pretty satisfying to see people paying for something of yours that you think is completely worthless...and i get a thrill outta telling crotchety old ladies (emphasis on the crotch) that they have to pay 75 cents for the medium size doily...not 50 cents.  i love telling people that i am glad that they are purchasing the weird figurine of a angel spanking a baby because it is so "great"...or that the snow globe is a must because it must be worth a lot because it is so heavy....ha! like weight makes something worth more...wait...i guess it does with lots of things... but... not knick knacks...with knick knacks it usually means you are just buying a slightly heavier piece of shit.

um... also... i like the variety of body types you get to see....

some examples:

1. the woman with the largest front butt ever... but with very skinny stick legs...

2. the shelf butted retarted woman who looks remarkably like tweedle-dum...(the dum part was a pun....a rude and not politically correct pun... but a pun none-the-less)

3. the man with the shortest torso ever...i mean... his pants are at nipple level... but they do not seem like they could start at any other level.

4. the mullets and mustaches...the full skirts with mackinaw island sweatshirts...the wolf silhouette...the leather vests... its all good.

its just an interesting time....interesting indeed.

done.

laffy taffy jokes are at an all-time low.

OMG i tried on a romper.

uh... who do i think i am?

prolly j-lo or someone who is not me.  i tried on a romper today at target... yes a romper... that is a tanktop+shorts attached=a romper.

uh.....the craziest part... i kinda liked it... and wanna wear one every single day... 

cept for the fact that i dress piper(18mo old) in rompers as much as i can and i'm not quite certain i can even pull one off.

i need to not go shopping after a glass of wine and too much sun.

don't worry... i didn't buy said romper... i bought some other shit that i will take back as soon as target opens tomorrow.

done.

honestly...a romper...

for the gentlemen...

um... that last post was woman-geared....and frankly quite a bit of my blogging is feminine.  but that is mostly because i have a vagina.

so i am gonna try to write a post for the bros.  um...hm.... what to talk about.....

um.... i will talk about things girls say... and what they really mean.

"never"

ie: i will never ever wear crotchless panties.

i will never let you film me during intercourse.

i would never sleep with that guy.

i have never had sex before.

i will never let you put that in my butt.

i never sleep with a guy on the first date.

(yes these examples have to do with sex... but hey... thats the only thing you wanna really know about anyways)

never = prolly wont... but...can be persuaded into most anything thru romance and jewelry.

if you gave a girl crotchless panties(note only if you are in a relationship with this lady...aka had sex with her for more than one month)  and you gave her a bracelet or necklace at the same time...(from a jewelry store) then... heck yeah she will wear the panties with her jewelry and have sex with you that nite.

if you tell your lady friend she is so sexy and hot and blah blah... she will be more adventurous during sexy time...if you tell her during sexy time... even better.

for those girls who say they are virgins...they prolly have perfected the blowjob...or heaven forbid...the handjob...lame...girls dont stay virgins forever...well some do... but most dont....if they did there wouldn't be children.

"it doesn't matter"

ie: it doesn't matter if you come to my friends wedding with me...

it really doesn't matter if you get me anything...

oh... it doesn't matter if you take one of your friends instead.

it doesn't matter...get whatever you think i'll like.

panic!  it does matter!

if she talks about an event...like a wedding... or reunion...or a friends dinner party.  you must go.  otherwise you will have a bitchy grumpy... eh... i dont feel like fooling around... i feel like reading a magazine while glaring at you...kind of girl.  if you want bonus points... ask her when it is... and say... hey do you want me to come with you? before she says "it doesn't matter" then...you will then recieve a bouncy happy girl in your lap... kissing you and loving you... well until you mess up again.

ok... so the whole gift thing....this is not about the benjamins... (unless you are extreemly weathly... then it is) you should at least get her a card... or write her a lil note or something....it does matter if you get her something... she wants to be able to brag to her friends what you got her... she wants to slyly put into a conversation that her bf/husband is thoughtful and romantic... even if you aren't usually... it matters when its a gift giving situation.  you can be the biggest dick ever...but you will get a girl to say you are sooo sweet if you just remember to get her something... if you throw in "it just made me think of you" or..."remember when you were talking about ___" or... "i really hope you like it"..she will giggle and get all bashful...and very happy.

it doesn't matter if it is something she isn't interested in... if there is a concert or party or event where other men are taking a date...you must invite her.  hey... if you dont want her to go... the only reason can be that you wanna pick up a new girl.... well at least thats what she will be thinking...(dont say i didn't warn you.

when a woman says..."get whatever you think i like" or "you know what i like"...um... you better know....because even tho she prefaces it by saying... it doesn't matter...it does.  it is a test.  if there are two desserts and you can't decide... bring her both.  if its a colored article of clothing...either match her eyes... her coat... or... pick out a shirt or something she wears alot and match it... or get the other color cuz "you remember she already has a shirt that color".  if its a drink choice... get a flavor you think she has gotten when you were around... and then get a drink that just sounds good... and then say...i got both these... you can have whichever you like...when she picks... then say...cool i wanted this one...

"she's pretty"..."whoa she's hot"..."the pretty one"

uh........you may sorta agree on the outside.  you may make a kinda non-chalant eh...yeah...she's ok... you may not under any circumstances add to her statement.  do not.  do NOT.  its pretty much common sense... but you have prolly seen your girl in her ugly "time of the month" underpants... her full pj mode... her...bad morning breath... her sweaty frumpy frazzled times.....she may even be having a combo of any of these when she says this statement... still...if you add details or explain how she is hot... it will just end up in bad things.  unless you are explaining how you like one of YOUR girls body parts better than the hot girls...just dont make it sound insincere or fake....cuz thats just as bad....lets be honest... i'm sure the girl she was talking about was hot...and prolly hotter than your girl.  but... lets be honest...your girl lets you be her bf/husband....she lets you lay on top of her... she is better than that hot girl... i bet that hot girl is whiny and would spend all your money on slutty clothes...that she would use to pick up a hotter richer man.

ok... so honestly we all talk about sex with our close friends... well by "we" i mean anyone who is reading this....if you talk about your significant other doing sexy time things... make sure he/she looks like an awesome pornstar...a girl/guy that anyone would want to get with....never say anything that is bad... because those guys or girls you are talking to... will tell their significant others...no matter what...so... come'on... be cool... make your partner look good....thats just common courtesy.

another tip.  if your lady makes a meal for you.  eat it.  at least take a few bites.  no matter what you have prolly eaten something worse....and it will make her happy.  even if your girl makes meals all the time.  she still made it for you.  be kind, eat it...at least try it... its not poisoned... unless it is poisoned...then...um... poison control is: 1800-222-1222

ok... thats enough tips into the tricky minds of women...maybe i'll write another one of these...i promise that if i write too many placenta laced posts... i will write up another dude-post.

done.

boobs.

its a _____ (insert sex)<----sounds dirty.

so... you're having a baby.  you are gonna give birth to a lil alien looking thing covered in goo.... doctors are gonna poke you...fist you... and maybe cut your taint... you will have to wear maxi-pads for a month and your tits will leak.

but... first... halfway thru... you have an ultrasound.  now is your chance to find out if you are saving up for gaming systems or for a wedding.....so... you put on your facebook one of the following sentences:

"ultrasound today! can't wait to see the little one!"

"gonna see the baby today!"

"so excited for my ultrasound!"

"three hours till the ultrasound!"

and then........... it starts................ the comments:

"oh are you finding out what you're having?"

"yay! i'm so excited! are you gonna find out if its a boy or girl?"

blah blah... blah blah blah.

this is where i start to grit my teeth.

it is completely up to you...mom....if you want to know if your baby is a boy or girl (you thought i was gonna say something sassy instead of boy or girl...i was but...eh)

no dads... it isn't up to you... you mite kinda be leaning one way or another... but... ultimately... what your lady wants...she gets.

ok... that part isn't what i'm annoyed with.. its this following comment:

"its gonna be a surprise" (not that part...this part------>) "there are so few surprises in an adults life"

i hate hate hate hate hate hate... hate when people say that.

firstly because it sounds so superior and hoity toity (yeah... i broke out hoity toity...enjoy it)

but mostly cuz it is false.

if you want to be surprised.  then be surprised....there are plenty of other surprises tho... so... do not think that if you miss out on this surprise you are cheating yourself in any way.

when the kid is born it will be a surprise what it looks like...even if you have a 3D ultrasound... cuz... ultrasounds make it look like your baby is made outta cottage cheese.

...your baby's personality...

...your baby's voice

...your baby's hair and eye color

all of these are a surprise....also... surprise hemarroids!

here are some non-baby related surprises:

surprise visits

surprise someone likes you

surprise car crash!

surprise  your wifes been cheating on you!

surprise that creepy kid that sits in front of you in class washed his hair!

gifts...seeing someone you haven't seen in a while...new tv show...new job...a raise...surprise that brownie has nuts in it...

sneezes are a surprise...and once and a while...surprise! that sneeze made u pee a little!

so.. yeah... i have established that surprises happen every day.  if you dont figure it out you are getting a lot of slightly feminine boy stuff or slightly masculine girl stuff....good luck with that.

done.

i used the words taint and "hoity toity" in the same blog....SUCCESS!

its horrible.

whats horrible?

i'll tell ya....when singers become "actors" and they sing in their movies...

i hate it.

shame on you... mandy moore... lindsey lohan...hm... who else...beyonce...whitney houston...other dumdums.

it just makes me embarrassed for them.  which i hate!  i am embarrassed enough by stuff i do... i do not need to be embarrassed for millionaires that are being ridiculous.

the thing is really they mite not be horrible actresses...or horrible singers....well lindsey is... but thats besides the point...they mite be ok... but when they sing in movies it makes me hate them.

...specially cuz it seems like they like arrange the script so that they can sing in the movie... like its not even necessary.

ew.  i mean... ew ew ew.

so yeah... i know you agree with me... i do not need to add more... cuz i am sure you want to just contemplate how right i am.

done.

candy candy candy.

i'm better than you...nah nah na boo boo...stick your head in doo doo.

*title stolen from segment on tosh.o (he makes me giggle)

um... so there is nothing good on tv at this moment... so... instead of the smart decision of going to bed...i am waiting till there is something good on....so i can fall asleep during it and be pissed that i missed the ending.

yes i realise that doesn't make any sense.  shut up dum dum.

have i mentioned how grumpy i am?  well i am.  which is another glaringly huge reason for me to go to bed.  which i am not doing...kinda considering drinking some soda pop.

i have no subject for this post.  i am just randomly mentioning things like a skitzo.  no thats not how you spell that.  i dont care.  if there are any skitzo's offended...you and the rest of your personalities can bite me...unless one of you have aids... cuz i dont want aids.

i think that people with bad teeth should not wear bright lipstick.  cuz then i just can't stop looking at your mouth... and eventually am gonna look at your snaggles.  also tho people with bad teeth shouldn't wear super light lipstick cuz then your teeth look like captain crunch.

i love the smell of fabric softener.  i am not all the way sure what it does...mostly i just like laundry to have a good smell so that you can tell if its clean.  if it smells like nothing... it is worrisome to me.

it bothers me when people describe themselves as creative and unique.  i realize there are not really other words to use instead of those... but... whenever someone says they are creative... it makes me wince.  i gotta say it makes me a bajillion times more critical of anything that comes from you....and also you sound kinda like a bag of douche.

ever realize that some people that you admire/are amazed by... you either just like them more cuz they are awesome... or just hate them because they are arrogant bastards....i'm not saying that talented people are arrogant bastards... but when you are jealous talented people become arrogant bastards.

i dont think i have ever known a midget...i think they call themselves little people... but... i have known small people... just never a midget.  i know they are people... and its not like i think they are lesser than normal size people... i mean... they are lesser in amount of human... but... not like... brains and feelings.  i just dont know any.  so... dont get all explainy to me... i dont care what you have to say on this matter...i do not have any midgets in my facebook friends list....and its just interesting to me.

i often think..."oh i could do that" but to be honest... i prolly wont cuz i dont have enough drive/energy or money to do more than i do.  i wish i had like five more hrs... but... hey everyone says that... and plenty of people still do tons of awesome things.... i hope when i'm in my thirties i will be awesomer.  that is my goal.(do not respond by saying..."you are already awesomer" cuz that will just bug me... and i'm grumpy)

done.

abrupt ending.

what a luxurious mustache you have...the better to tickle you my dear

hairy women.

yes.  women that have excess amount of hair....

take care of it!

especially when it comes to hairy faces... TAKE CARE OF IT!  i mean... its on your face!  can't you see it?

a great example of this is mary mustache who worked at mongolian bbq... i do not know her last name... because she is called mary mustache.  she was a cute/decent looking girl... skinny... brown hair....a complete sweetheart....cept for her 'stache... it was brown like her hair... and it was noticable... it was like a mexican boy's mustache... like... one that a 8-12 yr old mexican boy has.  i was hosting at mongo... and as i took these people to their table they did a double take... and the dude whispered to me... did that girl have a mustache?....how did she not notice her mustache????? seriously?  its in the middle-ish of her face?  (no i didn't change her name...its mary)

there is this lady at my church... and she has a goatee... well... its not a full goatee... its patchy... but there.  i do not completely blame this woman... she has like 7 kids... and a husband... any of them should have told her that she has a friggin hairy face and to stop shaming the family.  honestly she was also very nice.

ok... every woman... cept for strippers, amazingly good wives, and pampered women, and women in a new relationship  do not shave/wax their legs as much as they should in the colder months...but... if their legs are gonna be on display then they should de-hair them.

oh! eyebrows... also on your face... and really can make or break your look.  you can look like a hairy hose-beast with one eyebrow... or... u can look... well... as good as you are gonna look but with nice eyebrows (i couldn't say good... cuz some people have ugly faces no matter what they do) um....yeah... nuff said... if you need tips on eyebrow grooming... find a blog about eyebrows

ok... to a sensitive subject....the badger....(i like to call it a badger)  i feel like as long as if you are wearing a bathing suit and you cannot tell how you are groomed underneath it is your own business... but if you CAN... shame shame shame on you.  i dont care... its between you and your bedpartner if your badger is a hairless newborn... or a badger with a stylin' do...just make sure it can be concealed under your bathing suit with no-scragglers (yes i just said scragglers)

i think that honestly this is just nit-picking now... but... i think hairy hands and feet are also disgusting.  if someone was to only see your hand or foot they should be able to tell if you have a hotdog or a badger in your pants.

done.

i have to buy nylons...i'm gonna call them tights so that they dont seem so gross....nylons are gross.

it all boils down to politics...

i hate hate hate politics.

i hate watching the  news..... but... of course... i married a man who friggin lives and dies for politics... he watches the news, reads newspapers, reads internet news, listens to npr......yeah... hes a grown ass man... its bizzaro.

well... since i wanted to return my tank top i ordered that made me look like an overstuffed sausage... i had to go to the store... which means i had to use the car... and of course on the radio... at like.. volume level "super duper loud" was npr.

and on npr was the debate of "dont ask dont tell" policy... and if it should basically be renewed or not.

ok... and here is where i trudge into unsafe territory... even more unsafe than my rant about fluffy people.

i think that the dont ask dont tell policy is stupid.

the dude...i dunno like a congressman or something was talking about how he thinks that they should keep up the stupidness because it would make people terribly uncomfy in their barracks or showers... cuz a gay person/transgender/or hermaphrodite may be looking at their weenies, or vaginas....

are you friggin serious???? this man brought up the transgender and hermaphrodite thing in particular because he felt that they were the biggest wierdos that should be avoided at all costs.

ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?! i mean... COME ON!

i would rather have someone who has like one vagina, three testicles, and a monkey tail  fighting for their country cuz they believe in the freedoms that our country is supposed to stand for... than a man with one penis and two balls who lies to his constituents... and wife... while he spends our tax dollars and makes our laws...

it infuriates me that the preference of penis or vagina can make people so idiotic.

someone with a penis who wants to be with someone with a penis... does not want to have sex with everyone else with a penis.  i mean... there are those horny beasts in the world who want to have sex with everyone and everything... but...if you drop the soap... someone will not stick something in your bunny because they are gay.

i am a straight woman...i do not want to have sex with every man i see... because i prefer penis...i do not want every penis... why in the world would you think a man who prefers penis wants every penis in the world?  especially a penis that is attached to a horrible human being who judges people on what they do in the privacy of their bedrooms... or...bathrooms... or well.. ok.. wherever they have sex.

you know what? straight people do crazy sexual things too...

it makes me kinda crazy that people feel like we need a law to stifle who someone can be open to love.  its not even like people would have to talk about it constantly... like it would maybe be on your registration papers...or whatever they are called...its not like your fatigues would need to have a rainbow patch on it.... like... when meeting a person... you dont instantly say... hey... i like having sex with _____(fill in the blank) you be around someone every day and not ever talk about your sexual prefrences... thats basically what happens in a office....

for the military....i feel like as long as you dont fill in the blank with "machine guns" or "atom bombs" it should be fine.

is it the fact that people dont want to give money to pay for a gay person to lay down their lives for them?  cuz thats stupid too... if you hate gay people that much...than let them be in the military cuz they will be farther away from your idiotic ass...your idiotic ass that they would never ever wanna have sex with.

its soooooo stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i am kinda getting a lil worked up over this subject... and honestly i can go on for way longer about this.  i should prolly sum it up... cuz thats what people do at the end of a rant... and a sermon for that matter.

people are people they do what they do... let them do it....unless its evil.  dont let some old rich white asshole make up rules that hurt people who are good. save your fights for real evils in life...cuz here are real evils in life that need to be fought.

done.

banana cream pie.

for the love of syphillis...

so i cannot stand the broads on those finding love shows... but i absolutely love knowing who they pick in the end... and if they stayed together (the answer is always no they did not... but...i still wanna know)

so i was thinking... uh... do all these people have stds?  i mean... they have to...rite?  cuz they dude is always a man whore... who gets around with very skeezy ho bags... there is no way that they dont all have genital warts...at least the clap...

and its always the same house for most of the shows... like the tila tequila one and rock of love....so there must be a fine dusting of crabs on the furniture.

i guess i haven't really been in the dating/wheres my underwear scene for over six yrs or so... but... i feel like... everyone must have aids by now... i mean... even the people who say they are virgins are still usually trading some kind of special handshake...

well i really dunno whats going on out there these days... but i feel like before you become humping buddies with someone you should at least spray some lysol on their crotch...i dunno if that would even help... but... it mite stop the spread of h1n1.

done.

sour cream and cheddar chips vs doritos...which give you worse breath?

oh shiiiiiiiittttt

***not for the weak stomachs in the group***

i unzipped zoe's fuzzy footy pjs this morning to find that her diaper was no where to be found... but she had poop all over herself... and i asked her where her diaper was and she kept like kicking her leg and saying rite there... rite there!!!! i thought she was pointing to the corner... but then realised it was crammed down the leg of her pjs... seerrrrriously??? this is the second time this has happened with zoe... i dunno how it happens/how she does it... but yeah... so needless to say... poop was plastered all over her lower extremities..

piper jumping up and down in her crib was saying "poop poop pooop ohhh poop i poop poop" yeah... so... then after the zoe disaster was contained i picked up a very pungent piper to find that she had exploded out of the leg holes of her diaper...yes she was wearing cream furry pjs... thanks for asking.

ummmmmm....yes this all happened before 7....

and yes its all cleaned up now... the only reminder of this morning is the faint smell of shit.

done.

sleeping beauty is a lame movie

**i apologize for two blogs in a row about my children...the next one will not be about them i promise.

i cannot believe this is happening to me...

um... so... i'm a mom.

i'll let that sink in....... i know i have been a mom since may 22, 2007... but... i realised how "mom" i have become... and specially cuz i'm one of those moms...

me and paul c. are going to az... well vegas/arizona in a week and a half and i am like terrified to leave zoe and piper... like... i started crying about it... have had a panic attack about it... and now i am in a constant state of worry about it.

since i have been thinking about it constantly i realize i have never gone a day without seeing them.  i have had them watched overnite... but i dropped them off and picked them up again...never more than like 12 hrs

i am utterly shocked at my behavior/emotional state... like everyday when the girls are climbing on me... breaking things... and making everything messy and disheveled... i think... whew... i would love a vacation... like a few days away from all this... but when faced with the reality of it all... i have turned into a puddle of weirdo.

seriously... this is not like me... i'm not saying i'm a heartless bitch... but... i can completely tune out the girls crying on a car trip... i am completely ok with being the tough parent/the mean one... but... the one thing i cannot do...apparently...is cut the umbilical cord...

i am mortified with this insanity that has taken over my brain.

ok.... so i am this mom now i guess...its nuts...but i must specify i am also the kind of mom who doesn't really mind if her daughters eat something off the ground as long as it was theirs to start out with...i let them eat candy and juice.... i let them jump on the bed and furniture....they do sometimes even eat cookies in bed...

i am a walking contradiction... with one kid on my hip and the other pulling on my leg....

i used to be this bubbly boy crazy shopping and beach going girl with insane color hair.... now i'm a boring mom with blue highlites...what is this world coming to??

done.

winter is cold.

paper bag

uh... heidi fleiss... famous former madam... ugliest face ever.

wikipedia on heidi fleiss

um... she looks like a goblin in that picture on wiki and the picture on that site is 100 times better than what she really looks like...

she is on that show celebrity rehab on vh1 and... i saw part of it last nite and she was talking about how much she loved her birds... (real birds... not a british term for girls)...and how they were the only thing she loves.  honestly i hate that show cuz its like... f list celebs with a few randoms mixed in and they are just... ugh.. i can't even describe the disfunctional-ness which is the show...

ok getting off the topic...

she is hideous...i think that back in the day... she was not too bad looking... but now... its just horrifying... like the plastic surgery she has had.. makes her face move really weird... and... yeah... i dunno i just needed to put it out there into cyber space that she is just the ugliest person ever.

done.

dove conditioner is my bff

mouth breathing idiot

um... so i have loved the insult "mouth breather" since i first heard it... i just do....i think descriptive insults just make me giggle.... well...

i was sitting in church and the gentleman behind me was a true mouth breather... literally... i am not sure about his personality...like it was obnoxiously loud... he like...i heard him clear his voice once and i thought oh... that will make him stop... but... no. it did not.  honestly his personality does not even matter because i cannot befriend him....wow this is a horrible story because its happening in church... ugh... disregard that part ;)

i dunno how to explain all my thoughts i feel like i got more germs from him... and i couldn't look at him after the service... i just... ew.

now i am extremely aware of my breathing....and i have a stuffy nose rite now... so its making me even more worried about it.  well there is nothing else for me to say about this subject and i have something else i wanna write about...so...yeah....mouth breather...good insult...

done

i need chapstick but piper ate it.

hbo....you sob...

um... so i love some hbo shows... and even more so i love watching shows on dvds cuz you can watch every episode in a row... and then watch the commentary...

but... um... hbo for some lame reason doesn't let you ever just "play all" which is what i want cuz i am always doing like five different things while watching tv and having to go thru the episodes... then picking which one... and turning the commentary off or on... then pushing play for each episode is a pain in my expanding butt.

i dunno if this bugs you. but it really bugs me!

thats really all i have to say... i will still watch sex in the city, trueblood, and curb your enthusiasm...but... i will grumble a lil bit each time about how annoying it is......

ps. yes i know how lazy this makes me.

done.

capt'n and pepsi

hippos in lycra

um... so i have started reading trueblood books... ok... by "started reading" i mean i finished reading all the ones out so far....and...i gotta say every single time i see the authors fat face and even fatter neck it makes me almost not like the books.

i am not a skinny minnie by anyone's definition... but...i am snobby/bitchy enough to write this blog.

some fat people are just plain gross...yup i said it....but you and everyone else thinks it.

i am not saying thick people... because some people are just thicker... but i dont think they are "fat"

fat people are those people who are made up of squishy shapes...they have so much greasy flesh crammed into their stretchy pants that you cannot imagine how they put them on to begin with.

they have to drive around the grocery store because just carrying their immense weight would cause their blubbery knees to buckle under the strain.  they have huge neck rolls that are only interrupted by their gathering of chins....they either smell of b.o. or baby powder that they have to put inbetween their fat rolls to prevent chaffing.

seriously.

(just a friendly reminder that i have warned you that this blog isn't for people who do not "get me" or people who are not sarcastic and rude at least on the inside...stop reading and never read my blog again if you are appalled...seriously dont ever read my blog again...please...cuz it will prolly get worse)

um... ok... and now to muffin tops...and wedding cake tops (paul c. made up this name)

if you have fat rolls... or are even a lil squishier in your mid-section....(like me for an example)....you should never ever wear a two piece bathing suit.  EVER.  it is gross. it is never cute... never ever.  IF YOUR BODY TYPE CAUSES YOU TO HAVE TAN LINES EVEN IF YOU WERE TO TAN BUCK NAKED....DO NOT WEAR A BIKINI.   i feel as if its common sense...but yet some women still make us suffer thru  glimpses of their roly poly physique.

and on the same subject...why do these women aways wear those skin tight stretchy shirts that emphasize their lumps? (not lovely lady lumps...but lumpy bumpy cottage cheese skin)...like they are constantly wearing a brightly colored three quarter length stretchy t-shirt with a white tank top(with pit stains) underneath....why would you do this???? why?????  sometimes they are patterned shirts with a little seam under their fat tits...just a word from the wise...this type shirt almost always produces thoughts from at least three people that you are pregnant.

speaking of fat tits...

sometimes fat girls think... oh i have big boobs... so i'm hot because of my big chesticles... eh.....sometimes almost... but other times... uh... your boobs are droopy and you can tell they are like flattened, pasty...and veiny and almost like folded into their matronly bras...this is gross... if you know your boobs are like this...or are even suspicious that your boobs may be like this... i promise you...no one wants to see them.

layers and different textures of fabrics are your hope... they will help u thru your lumpy bumpy times...  classic waisted jeans for the most part can be your tucked in fat's solice....not low rise jeans...for heavens sakes... those just produce more layers to your wedding cake.

ok... so honestly... i have backed myself into a lil bit of a corner here... i do not hate all larger people.  not at all....i just think that their are ways for a size extra large person to not equal an extra gross person... and lots of people are too lazy to do these things....i obviously realise its hard to lose weight... i had two kids in two years...i'm pudgy....but... i will always try my damnest to not gross people out by looking at me.  some skinny people are equally gross... the girls with the stripper hair that is overgrown and unkempt and forms a v from lack of maintence...the camel toes... the b.o....the denim shirts....whew...

done.

its hard to itch an itchy toe...