Little helper

I'm cooking dinner the other night and then I turn around because I hear some massive giggling. This is what I found.

I guess he climbed in all on his own.

In good company

Conversations with LindsAy

I love fried stuff with cheese..ME TOO

You rock because your not a cynical assholish bitch

It's easier to just bench press chips into my mouth

my boobs are massive right now, i dont know what sup
fuck you gravity

A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE JUST ASKED WHATS UP HER ASS LATELY

I tried to run last night
You did good
No, a 20 minute mile is not good
Just start slow, running isn't natural to your body
No fried stuff with cheese is natural to my body
why do you think I did a half marathon!? I got to eat a shit ton of fried crap

I should have punched her in the uterus

I am sore as shit

but we boned like 5 times last week and that was a big deal
boned? hahahah
I say boned, yes

Conversastion with Ginger at lunch
SO WAS HE BETTER OR WORSE IN BED
UMM DIFFERENT
ONE IS AGGRESIVE ONE IS CREATIVE
OOOOOOOOKLAHOMA WHERE THE WIND....
SO WHERE WAS HE WHILE YOU WERE...YOU KNOW....
MM I LOVE PIE
I REALLY SHOULD HAVE SLEPT WITH HIM
I'M ADDING HIM TO MY PEOPLE I MUST FUCK LIST
I REMEMBER WHEN HE TOLD EVERYONE HE GAVE ME THE BEST ORGASM EVER...TO BAD IT WAS THE ONLY ONE
WE JUST STUMBLED UP ON THAT SPOT AND SAID, OOO THAT FEELS NICE

YEAH I'M GHETTO

MY FAVORITE RECIPE EVER

FRESH WHITE WONDER BREAD
LOADS OF MAYO
TWO SLICES PLASTIC CHEESE
CHIPS
SMOOSH AND ENJOY

I'M SO FUCKING GHETTO! HOW ABOUT YOU. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GHETTO RECIPE?

In need of a vice

Tonight someone stopped by my house. I was in the middle of making dinner. Something I haven't done in over a week. Why? Because I had Brandon's birthday party meaning I had family in and out all week. Even when I didn't have family staying here we were still out to dinner with them or something. Friday I had the day off and I spent the first half of the day at the stores buying some new bedding and some other odds and ends. Then family came by and we went out bowling and to dinner. Saturday I spent the day in my room. I decluttered my bathroom counters, did some laundry, and picked up parts of the house. Saturday night Rob and I didn't have Brandon and Codi actually napped so we just sat down ate dinner and watched a movie together. It was nice. Sunday I did a lot of grocery shopping, all of Brandons laundry, Robs laundry and washed the whites (Rob folded them). I got everything ready for the week, laid out Brandons change of bedding for school and cleaned up some of his toys. I even cleaned part of my bathroom and washed some rugs. Sunday night I went to a birthday party and had a great time. I needed that. While I got a lot done this past week, at the same time I didn't' get shit done.

Back to the point. Tonight someone stopped by as I was cooking. They were there a short amount of time and the only two things they could say was, my garden died and it was my fault and my house was a mess. Which of course was my fault. They left and I was deflated. Here I was just trying to cook a meal for my husband since I haven't done it all week and the life was sucked right out of me. I stood there for a minute and all I could think was I want to have a shot. Nope can't do that. Fine I'm going to smoke something. Nope can't do that. Fine I'll eat a donut. Nope can't do that. Well what the fuck. I'm all out of vices. Someone suggested running. Sure let me just stop dinner and take of running. Nope can't do that. I need a real vice. A quick fix and I got nothing. So I did the most logical thing I could think of. I rocked out to my new favorite song and then set out cleaning. I cleaned the bath tub, bath seat and toys. I emptied all of the trashes. Cleaned off all of the kitchen counters. Got two loads of laundry in the wash and one is in the dryer. I put all the mail in my designated "ignore" pile and cleaned off the top of the washer and dryer (my end of the day catch all for junk). I put away the clothes on my dresser and set to work wiping random shit down. I realized I was angry at the comment that person made. Angry that I was finally trying to accomplish something as simple as dinner and it wasn't enough. I'm looking around now at all the other shit I need to do. The table needs wiped down the place mats need changed. The fridge needs cleaned and the pantry needs organized and the fucking donuts are still staring at me.

The truth is that I kind of purposely let my house go some. I thought I would be moving soon and so I thought I would be packing soon. I figured I would finally get a chance to declutter and garage sale some shit. But now, with the house being pushed out even farther I guess I have to suck it up and do a deep fall cleaning.

I just wish I had a vice. I wish I could be responsible enough with my drinking to just throw a few back tonight. The sad truth is, I probably could handle it now. I'm in a different place but I won't let myself find out. I think that if I ever took another drink I would be so let down that would send me spiraling. It's become sort of a game now. How long can I go with out drinking. But the other truth is, I'll always have my depression, I'll always have the lows like I'm having now, and I'll never be able to tell the difference between tossing some back to relax and tossing a bottle back to drown my sorrows.

I think I'm lucky I've made some new great friends. I think lately those friends have been my saving grace. Still though, I don't have a vice. Do you have a vice? What is yours? Are there any vices out there that I can do while nursing that won't affect my waist line, and that aren't too too illegal?

Click over here

I'm not entirely sure what I should write here. Lately so many people have been going through financial difficulty. A lot of us bloggers have ads on our page. The best way for us to get paid is for people to click on those ads. The problem is, so many people use feed readers instead of actually clicking the link to their page. Since you do that we don't even get the revenue for a page view let alone the ad clicks. The idea this month is to ask people to click out of their feed readers and click on at least one ad.

Personally I love getting my ad check every month. It is small but its enough money for a half tank of gas or a box of diapers. It's always a relief. I can only imagine how many other moms out there depend on their checks too. So please, this month click out of your feed reader and click on the ads. I'll make it easy, here is my direct link.
http://wilddreemer.blogspot.com/
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Thanks a million!

Send nose plugs

I just went into our master bathroom to take a pee. I was suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of death. I wadded up a ton of toilet paper, covered my nose and prayed for a gas mask. I finished walked out and looked at Rob and asked "did you just die in the bathroom?"

He replied with a blank "I didn't do anything" face and then adked if I as ted to ride with him to get a breafast burrito.

A burrito with beans.

BEANS

Who wants to be stuck at home with me and the death ass today?

Sent from my iPhone

Hey where are you

I heard Codi crying while I was cleaning my room. He started crying harder and harder so I finally looked down to see why. Seems he got himself in quite a pickle huh.

New bedding

Close up of my new sheets

Now if any of you have a nice chocolate brown king size bedroom set with dresser two night stands and media armoir that your giving away for free I'll be good to go!

So how was your morning?

I haven't even had my coffee yet

Bathroom tales

I'm an over wiper. Yes I said it. I like to make sure I do a good job wiping. Which is why at least once a week I reach down to get in a really good wipe and,

DUNK

I find my hand touching the toilet water. The toilet water I just peed in. Don't you hate it when that happens?

That doesn't happen to you?

No.

Well then I digress.

Yesterday my cousin Lisa and I went to visit Ben n Jerrys. We were enjoying some ice cream when I decided I had to pee. I trotted off to the bathroom and mid walk my Iphone beeped in my pocket. So I pulled it out and started reading an email from my new pal Katie. I pee, wipe and flush.

I said flush.

Nope. This toilet doesn't flush. Seems it hadn't for a while because tons of toilet paper is now swirling around. The mom in me kicks in and I reach next to the toilet, grab the plunger and go to work. About 40 seconds into my plunging I freeze and realize I AM PLUNGING BEN N JERRYS TOILET.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I dropped the plunger ran out and mumbled something about the toilet not flushing. Then I hauled ass back in there realizing I hadn't washed my hands.

How embarrassing is that? What kind of person plunges a public places toilet when they didn't even plug it?

I'm an ass!