-Pickle child, I will NOT hesitate to bundle you to the point of your extreme frustration if you don’t QUIT paying attention to every other fracking thing around you when I try to feed you because you tried to eat my FACE!
-Boogaloo, your hunger strike serves only to irritate me and weaken you. Eventually, you will end up either being force-fed against your (strong) will, or in the hospital getting needles stuck all in you to help you get strong.
-My list of books I would sincerely like to have in my possession is still getting longer, but I’m not getting through any more of the books I already HAVE.
-To the bitch in the Giant parking lot who slammed her car door into my van, looked me dead in my eyes, and scurried away like the rat she proved herself to be…karma is a HUGE bitch, and I have faith that you will get yours in the end.
-I have somehow managed to pass along my genetics that have predisposed my son (for now) to like one of my favorite cheezy reality T.V. shows on A&E, “Dog the Bounty Hunter.” This is an EPIC win, because other wise the choice would be liking “COPS.”
-Who in their right mind picks a fight with the people who hold the keys to the car-boot keeping you from using your own vehicle? An IDIOT, that’s who. All those fools on “Parking Wars” make me that much more certain of my desire to move out to the middle of nowhere.
-So we’ve come to a crossroads where circumstances are dictating that we have to make some really serious decisions about some aspects of our future. There’s a chance that we could be buying a house out of this immediate area, and that’s scary. Then, there’s also a chance that everyone could be ripped away, and we’ll be completely on our own, and I’m not sure if we’re ready for that kind of responsibility.
-I want a place of our own to call home, NOW! The way things are now is really frustrating. It’s not our house; there’s barely enough room for all of us; the damn animals are over-running the whole house; I can’t do my own household type chores because things aren’t mine and the situation gets really awkward when I do.
-Being constantly at home, being the main care-taker for my babies is starting to wear on my nerves. I need a chance to get out and do things just for myself from time to time. I need to have the chance to go out with friends – if I can ever make any of my own that can stand to stick around for longer than a month or two, and actually put the time and effort into making it an equal friendship, spending time with me more often than just what’s convenient for them and their end goals.
-No way in the world am I done having babies. I want a total of four…that’s only two more than we’ve got now. I just have this hole in my heart that’s aching for babies to love on and raise up to be good, loving, wonderful people. I can’t call it quits without at least giving it a try.
-I’m absolutely CRAVING some new ink, but we’re FAR from having the money for it. Especially if we’re gonna be changing up our living arrangements.
-If I don’t get up off my ass soon, I’m gonna end up peeing my pants…I’m too old for that load of nonsense.
-Do believe it’s time to be re-thinking the idea of pre-writing all of my posts, ‘cuz it’s starting to exact a heavy, heavy toll on my hand…making it cramp all up now. End of the line for me, today, OK?
