Total Random Thursday

I still have NO idea where the damn spell check is on the new updated "new post" is. So suck it if my grammer freaks you out.

I just freaked out because I need to start getting shit together for Bagel so I can register her for Preschool in February. (for September)

I was sad to have to put back so much of what Spaghetti wanted to buy for Christmas for the kids and me. We just really don't have the money. And we don't want to put Christmas on credit cards.

I have been enjoying carbs, caffine, and all things bad for me. January 1st is going to suck. But come 35 lbs less will be nice. I hate being fat.

I find it amusing that my children seem to favor me over most everyone else (I know I'm mommy) but I yell so much, you would think that daddy would be the favored one, he seems more fun then me.

I can't wait for the new season of Real World DC coming on December 30th! But before that is next Wednesday and I get to see "The Shit they didn't show you" for the RW/RR challange that just ended.

Speaking of t.v. show, I am STOKED that Feb 2nd 2010 will be the start of LOST! Hoo-fucking-ray! I had better get ALOT of answers!

I think when I leave comments on blogs, I leave looong comments. But I would rather leave a good comment then none at all.

I wonder if you realize that I can monitor everyone who visits me here, and I know you LURK me. Leave me a comment. It's fucking creepy that you don't. I know some of you do, sometimes. But shit some of you NEVER comment. EVER. Weirdos.

I may have no readers now. Oh well. Moving on.

I still hate laundry. Still don't have a handle on it. Still wish we lived in a nudist colony.

My MIL took me Xmas shopping for clothes and shoes. I am happy. I was in denial. I didn't want new clothes till I lost my 35 lbs. Well unless I wear maternity clothes, I am too big and muffin toppy to wear my regular clothes, SO I fnally woke up and realized I needed clothes for now.

Sometimes I stand back and look at my life. And get freaked out that I am a MOM. Hell I was freaked that I was a wife for a while. I love it. But it's crazy, you spend 20 years wondering who will love you, and all of a sudden your married 8 1/2 years with 2 kids, a house and dogs cats... kinda crazy.

Remind me NOT to hack off all my hair again. Damnit. I love it short short, or long. This mid hair shit sucks.

I'm tired. I can tell because when I type the word "and" keeps coming out as "nad"

My knee hurts too. Maybe if I lost all this weight my knee and back wouldn't be crying each night. I have no mercy for my fat ass.

Alright, the end of the babble. Night.