Oh son. It’s super cute how you let me take a 3 hour nap (and by let, I mean I dumped you off on Daddy, inserted ear plugs and went off into happy sleep land) and then erase any and all good done from said 3 hour nap by getting up twice that evening and [...]
Archive for the ‘I call no fair’ Category
Chinese water torture tactics would be kinder
Posted in Because you are stubborn, I call no fair on February 17, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Boy, don’t try to front, ha ha…..know just just what you are, ha ha!
Posted in Daddy, I call no fair on December 13, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Why did I not have the foresight to ask Daddy for Britney Spears concert tickets for Christmas? CRAP. Yes, I am 15 in my own brain. And…..what?
Not weather or pet related
Posted in I call no fair, Symptoms on October 11, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Lightening is what you are getting ready to do in the next short period of time. Supposedly you are going to drop down a bit, make me pee more (ya know, because that’s possible) and get away from my stomach (that is currently right under my boobs – that’s just weird) which will mean I [...]
Ya know, because I need the stress
Posted in I call no fair on September 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Well, I have been rather quiet about you and your development as of late because me, your grandma and your fur siblings had to take a road trip. Oh yes, HAD. Not for funsies. Not to hang at the beach and sun my belly like a beach ball. Nope. Just because some asswipe of a [...]
Foul mood
Posted in I call no fair on August 28, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Because I don’t have enough going on and because I very stupidly moved to the Den of Where Common Sense and Intelligence went to die, there is a chance that we will have to evacuate due to the storm in the Gulf. I really hope it does not come to that but frankly it might. [...]
Updating so Jenea does not have to look at your room anymore
Posted in Daddy, I call no fair, Pig out, Symptoms on August 13, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Lord, son. Mama’s tired. All the damn time. And let’s discuss my lack of grace getting worse by the day. When I sit? I make a sound. When I get in bed? More sounds. As I hoist myself up (and there is no other way to put that than “hoist”), it is quite noisy what [...]
There once was a time I could have been on Jeopardy
Posted in Daddy, Doctor's appts., I call no fair, Symptoms on July 11, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Because you have sucked all of my blood supply away from my brain, mama has turned into a dipshit. More so than usual even. It’s good times. Before, I had actual thoughts and could do more than one thing at a time and now? Yeah, now I can barely walk and carry on a conversation [...]
I promise I like my job
Posted in I call no fair on June 17, 2008 | 7 Comments »
I think the definition of irony is me sending an email not 10 minutes ago to my supervisor asking her if I got to stay on my account at work once it transitions over to a different platform. I love my account. It’s a children’s hospital in another city and it’s HUGE therefore that makes [...]
I want to move to Bulgaria
Posted in I call no fair on April 26, 2008 | 3 Comments »
They get 2 solid years of maternity leave there. Paid. PAID. I would totally deal with having a probably very angry, not entirely gentle, ex-Commie woman named Helga deliver my kid if it meant I could be off for 2 years. I’m just sayin’.
