But I did it!  That’s right bitches, who’s the WOMAN!  I painted all four walls, all the base boards, and oh AND hand painted my daughter’s names on their walls.  Oh yeah, I repeat who’s the WOMAN!  Of course additionally added all the little princess items my daughter’s and I encountered at every damn store.  Which included a princess clock (the eldest insisted on having even though she can’t tell time), a Disney Princess Castle decal for her wall, princess night light, trash can, & bed ensembles.  The only thing we are lacking is a rug perhaps.  We’ll see if we can locate one.

But yay me!  Take that men!  I wanna see you multi task anything with two small children involved let alone an entire room make over.

So I say…you know you’re an asshole when you get put in your place by a 3 year old.  Douche bag.

So the day arrives that our new super awesome windows are to be installed.  Or at least they had better be super awesome for what I had to pay for them.  I casually ask one of the gentlemen working what they were going to be doing with our old windows.  Which had simple aluminum framing surrounding a basic window.  He tells me they’ll just toss them in a dumpster.  What, what, what?  No, no, sir.  That would be the wrong answer.  Not just because I am obsessive about helping the environment but also because this company gave me the save the planet and your wallet speech during their window pitch. 

Well what the hell.  What a predicament.  What is a earth loving momma like myself to do I ponder?  SO, I immediately started googling  any places near by that would recycle these kind of materials.  There were actually quite a few, including Habitat for Humanity (which of course would just reuse your items for another family).  Once I located one that was only 15 minutes away from my home I told the contractors to leave the materials and I would see to it that they were properly recycled.  And that’s exactly what happened.  The contractors neatly piled everything in my driveway and my husband packed every bit of it up into our van and took it to the recycling facility.

Does it sort of bother me that I paid so much and in the end felt slightly misled by the companies level of environmental concern.  Yes.  But all together I feel good.  I have fantastic windows and having taken the initiative to see to the proper disposal of our old materials gives me a great sense of accomplishment.  Yay me.  And yay going green!  

Just curious, because that’s how I feel.  And I just don’t get it.  I wish I could find the smoking man because I am convinced that I must be an x-file.

Now I must inform you that I have always been against diets because diets don’t work.  Once you’re off the diet the pounds just come right back.  I get that, unlike a lot of people whom pump billions of dollars into the pockets of those in the dieting industry.  I get that it’s a life style change that needs to be done in order to lose the weight and essentially keep it off.  The few success stories I have seen in my life have learned just that from Weight Watchers.  Weight Watchers has taught them what proper portions are and what healthy choices actually are.

Even though I had already been buying what I thought were healthy things for my family there is still a lot of options that I just hadn’t even considered.  For instance, I would buy Crystal Lite instead of Kool-Aid.  But I didn’t know that there is lite breads or even how many calories were in things as simple as crackers.  Not that I intend on depriving myself.  Which is actually not the point of Weight Watchers at all.  From what I have gathered during this first week of mine it’s about what’s more important to me.  I can have whatever I want.  Just not all in the same day.  That is the gluttonous behavior that got me to being fat in the first place.

So today I will eat a healthy turkey sandwich for lunch with a dill pickle so I can enjoy a manwich meal with broccoli cheese noodles and a Miller Lite for dinner.  Woot woot, cause that’s how I roll.  Or should I say, cause that’s how I hope to lose my rolls.

I know girls that completely shave their arms, chin (because they don’t want to pluck the few minor hairs), & the tops of their toes.  Dear God, these girls are going to have arms like Robin Williams, a beard like ZZ Top, & toes like I don’t even wanna know.  But it’s to late for them.  Save yourself!  Don’t do it!  Wax, Nair, or pluck.  But please I’m strongly advising don’t shave it.

We can’t let her in the bedroom at night because she’ll attack your feet if you move them.  And I am not the person you want to wake up to some stupid crap like that.  But then the pain in my ass will sometimes do the most horrendous howl outside our door in the middle of the night.  Or the worst of all offenses is when you are walking and she will jolt in front of you and just lay.  Doesn’t matter if its the middle of the floor or step or in the path of a closing door.  She’ll just run as fast as she can then plop down right in your way and not budge.  As if staying, “I dare you bitch, step on me or shut the door on me.”

Well dammit Pickles don’t dare me much more because you’ll get a size 7 1/2 shoved so far up your damn ass.  Or I’ll turn your little ass into two halves a cat with the next door.  I love that I wrote to my cat.  Hope she knows how to type, I’d love a comment back.

She looks so grown up to me now *tears*.  So I say stop it.  You are not allowed to get any bigger or any older.  We are putting an end to this growing up thing right this instant.  I love you my little Dutch poops.

My condolences to the Mays Family for their loss. 

A few moments into this some little prick (I would guess was about 4) comes rushing through the area with a shopping cart and literally runs into me.  Mind you I was sitting.  I didn’t just get in his way.  I looked at his dad whom just kinda looked at me then looked away.  Then this little prick comes rushing in again hitting me.  And then once more hitting my oldest daughter and knocking her into my youngest.  At this point I am pissed!  I say “How about we don’t intentionally run into people any more”…and I didn’t say this lightly.  His father just grabs him and walks away.  Doesn’t discipline him…doesn’t even say “I’m sorry ma’am that I’m raising a total little asshole here”.

So we continue with our play and not even five minutes later we have to deal with a little girl whom I would guess to be slightly older then the little boy (5 or 6).  She takes some item intended for younger children then herself to ride on and rams it into our tower almost knocking it over.  Of course at this point I’m already ticked so I tell my oldest daughter “I think she is trying to knock over our tower”.  Not even a few seconds after saying this she does it again and succeeds.  I grabbed her push toy, yanked it away from her and said, “That isn’t very nice is it?”.  Of course she just runs away not saying a word (which should have been an “I’m sorry”).  Probably to her mother or father whom I would have loved to have had confront me about the situation.

I have had it.  Absolutely had enough.  My daughters never behave inconsiderately.  Because I am raising them that way.  They always ask permission, share, say please & thank you, refer to everyone as sir or ma’am, and so on.  So if your child is inconsiderate to myself, my husband, or my children they will be dealt with.  By me.

Nope, I’m appalled about the final episode.  The whole episode was basically a recap (Isn’t that what reunion episodes are for?  I mean everyone has one now days.).  I fully expected that there was going to be another elimination by public vote.  Which there was (good bye John Salley you cocky bastard).  But after John was eliminated they immediately then decided the final winner based on the rest of the votes.  What?  Lame!

The celebrities had to battle everything else out the rest of the time they were in the jungle.  So why didn’t they final two have to battle it out for the title of King or Queen? That’s what I was expecting and hoping for.  Especially since they had been setting up this sort of constant competition between Lou Diamond Phillips and Tori Wilson (which were the final two). 

Good lord…ya keep me watching and DVR-ing for the lamest ending ever.  You suck NBC.

I’ve seen countless amounts of television stations covering his passing not one referring to him as “Wacko Jacko”.  Just about everyone on my friends lists on Facebook, Myspace, and Twitter have mourned his passing.  Telling what a great artist he was and reminiscing his videos.  Even my husband whom I have never seen watch a Michael Jackson video during our relationship was You Tubing him.

Probably just about every single one of those people were the first to judge during every child molestation accusation and weird act done by him with his children.  Or comment on his appearance.  I’m not saying that I can’t be judgmental.  I’m not even saying that I haven’t cracked a Michael Jackson joke in my day or commented about how crazy non natural looking his facial features had become.  But through it all I still thought he was an amazing artist and I wouldn’t have said anything different.  Hell, I even had a couple of his songs played at our wedding reception (Rock With You and Beat It).  And of course who doesn’t love them some Thriller or Smooth Criminal.

Aw Michael, no matter what you did or how weird things may have gotten no one can deny what a major impact you’ve made in music, peoples lives, and history.

RIP

I wish I knew the complete details of what has torn this family apart and not what the media has decided to share and has made assumptions about.  I would want to sit them down and discuss and console as I would my own friends.   I don’t even know what else to say about it other than…stay together for me you guys.  I love you!