I really need to start taking my computer with me every single place I go. I get these great ideas to write about it, and wind up cracking myself up as I compose them in my head, and then I get home with every intention of getting on here and telling all of you about it, and then my son sucks it out of my brain and just like that *poof* it's gone.  Like right now....I can't think of anything. No thoughts are coming to me, and it's almost painful to watch my fingers try to type something.  It's like watching Thing from The Adams Family.  Weird

I think my son threw his first temper tantrum tonight.  Actually, I'm pretty sure that's what it was.  He didn't want to go to sleep, and was very adamant that I knew this. Arms swinging in the air as I tried to hold him, and I'm positive that he actually aimed for my face.  It was weird watching it. Kind of like watching a train wreck. You don't want to look, but you just can't help it. It's there, in your face. Well, at least his hand was in my face. 

We're going out Saturday night .... backyard bbq/party!! My friends birthday, and man...I'm looking forward to it. The temper-pedic kid will be at my sister's house, so momma is having a good time.  I just have to remember that I have to get him in the morning, so that I don't drink too much. Ok, not TONS. Or excessive tons. I don't know if that's possible right now.  Hopefully my maturity level will kick in that night. If not, I'm screwed for the next day!  I know, good job Mommy.  Screw you, I deserve it.  Besides, you're just jealous that you can't pass your kid off for the night and have a good time!

If you like my blog, feel free to pass it along to others. Who knows, maybe there are other moms like me out there. I can't be the only one. Can I?

How the hell did I wind up here?

I'm going to wind up offending someone here. And by here, I mean blogger. But how in the hell did I wind up in a circle of blogs all about happy, happy, sunshine and rainbow moms?  Not for nothing, but really?

I figured I would click on 'next blog' and wound up wondering how did I step into the Brady Bunch reruns. *sigh*  This is not my life.  Maybe they found some really good ''meds'' to put them in that world. I don't know. But if that's the world those meds put them in, I don't want any part of it. I like my WTF world.  To bad only one other person does too......

Dear Gravity...you suck

I'm no spring chicken, I know this. But lately I've started to see things about me that are making me cringe. I'd like to cover all the mirrors in my house, but then my BF might start to see the things I don't like. He seems to be oblivious, which for once, is fine by me.

I've never been a skinny girl, nor would I like to be. I like food, it's my friend. One of my longest ones, actually. But lately it seems as though it is beginning to conspire against me. It's going places I really would prefer that it didn't, and if I could....I'd ground it....

I'm also wondering if this 'mommy pouch' is ever going to go away. My stomach shouldn't go near my va-jay-jay.  It's just not right. And it looks ridiculous when I try to stuff it in a pair of jeans.  Putting real clothes on is a task. Like a work out session task. Which in hindsight, could be a good thing, but I really don't want to be all sweaty by the time I have finally managed to get into my jeans and then got my cute heels on......I mean, come on...I just showered!

I'm also starting to notice that my boobs are starting to look like 'mom boobs'. You know the type. Even with a bra on, they still like to hang out near your belly button. I'm sure they are bored with each other and would like some new scenery, but my belly button is the wrong crowd to be hanging out with. Maybe I could convince them that if they went in the other direction they could have a much better conversation with everyone up north.  I'll have to work on that.....

I'm really going to have to start using my fit flops for more than just everyday things. I really should start walking in them, like power walking, not back and forth in the house.  Fit flops are the best invention ever! They have helped my back, tightened up my calves,and when I'm really trekking to keep my son from the cats food bowl, is when I can really feel the burn. They rock! I need more though. I need them in every color b/c red just doesn't go with everything......

If I can ever get the 'amazon associates to work right, I'll link you to the Fit Flops......get them. Wear them. Love them. To bad the don't make fit flops for boobs......