I kinda miss me too...
Seriously, this mom stuff? Fun, but tiring...very, very tiring. I went back to work last week. It was the worst week of my life--every day leaving my little bunny at 6:30 am and then not seeing him again (aside from everywhere in my classroom where I have his picture plastered) until after 3 killed me. It's been easier this week but less fun, I have to train myself to have fun at work again--it sucks, I used to love it so much. It cheers me up to know I wouldn't want to do anything else but the workload is for the birds.

I miss chatting with all of you. I miss writing funny stuff. I feel like nothing funny happens to me anymore--aside from Tommy peeing on me twice, no three times in a row! But that's not really, really, funny. It was very reminiscent of a wet t-shirt contest that I was in before though...just a little warmer.

I'll be back when I can pull it all together. I feel like I have only two moods right now--grumpy and happy--sometimes I switch between the two in the blink of an eye. It's scary for the dog and John but they deal with it well. Right now I would write depressing posts on how much I hate my body, hate leaving my baby, hate doing laundry constantly or trying to find the nipple for the nighttime feeds--but on the other hand I love my baby, husband and dog very much--so much I want to snuggle them all, all the time. Be back when I feel a little more myself and a little less blue. Hopefully, you all (all four of you) still check in.

I can't even do justice to my birthday party in a post...I just can't. I will say that John has an awesome sense of detail...there were pirate flags EVERYWHERE, the cups had the Jolly Roger on them, there were skull napkins, pirate balloons and everything! I felt very loved and very 30...everyone had to make sure to put that on my cards! (Grrr, jerks! ha ha). My mom provided us with tasty eats and everyone else provided me with enough liquor and beer to ensure the fact that I didn't get out of bed until 3pm the next day. And the gifts?? The gifts were as out there as I am... I got a gong for my birthday. A gong?!? John, however, pampered me and took me to the mall where I purchased all the makeup I could possibly want and I had it applied while he watched on so that I looked phenomenal before my party. He's fantastic.


Moving on...

Last night was my BCT meeting (bitches coming together) with all my friends from work. I highly suggest you start a chapter yourselves, I will allow this, since I am a founding member of something that could sweep the nation (or it could just remain the 10 of us, which is just as fine too). The theme last night was a holdover...it was Mardi Gras (since two of the girls actually went this year). We chowed on jumbalia, red beans and rice, king cake and pralines. Mmmmm. Our typical conversations revolve around work gossip and speculation, discussing what sluts/whore/innocents we are or were, husbands/boyfriends/hot boys, busting on each other, and lots and lots of laughing. Gossip was a little light last night because most of our conversations revolved around birthing babies. This was due in part to the fact that two of our own recently did just that. The things I learned last night should be illegal and should not be shared with future potential mothers. I swear I had nightmares. Like an ostrich, from now on, I am declaring that ignorance is bliss.

Moving on yet again...

My dog at my dinner tonight. Never in my life have I been so angry with her and never in my life has she ever done this. Grrrrr. So. Hungry.


Sorry for the shitty post, I will try and think of something creative for tomorrow--- I just felt the need to babble tonight.

I wrote a fun post and I can see it...but you guys can't. C'mon blogger, make this thing work!

at the Emergency Room... "You don't know me and it may not look like a big deal to you but (leans in ever so closely), I have big lips!" The nurse puts her hands on her hips and said, "Honey, people pay to have those lips!" So then I said, "Yes but do they pay for these itchy hives too?"

So. My posting. Sporadic...non-existant even. Once, I posted twice, thrice a day!! What the hell happened to me? Nothing...well nothing except a deep hatred of life without Derek in the Cornfield. Whoa, that sounded a little dramatic and after school special-ly for my liking. But, there have been no carnal tales to tell. Yes, I still have good friens to tell since August...nothing fun really to tell. ds to laugh with. But no, I'm not happy one bit.

Ok, that's a preface. It explains why I haven't been around (the real reason is the fact that I bought a mac computer and blogger and mac hate each other...and I can't post from work), it explains my mental state, and it explains my complete lack of sex. Where do we go from here? Fuck if I know.

Well. I'm not totally fair. There ARE men. We have a man I lovingly refer to as Bad Hair Bill (BHB)and boy that refer to as E. Bad Hair Bill I don't see much but apparently I made a lasting impression on him the last time he was down to visit his friend/bandmate. BHB wouldn't be bad at all but he has geography working against him as well as...bad hair. It's long, wavy and just begs to be cut!!! I was supposed to hang out with him and the rest of the guys at a party but I decided that sleep was more of a priority than going to a party and getting laid. Wait, ha ha...did you believe that??? I fell asleep on my couch from a long work week and when I woke up I didn't feel like getting ready...that's more truthful there. Then there's E.

E lives in the Cornfield. I believe E might be one of the few black gentlemen to grace our fine town. E likes my ass...it's not surprising, it's not small and he does believe in that stereotype. Fine, whatever. So anyways, E says to me, M...when you gonna give me some of that cake?" I'm at the bar so I look around and try to find the pastry that E desires...apparently...my ass has been called cake. Last night, E took advantage of the fact that I was a little drunk ( there's been some drama so Tuesday night bar night was needed!) and decided to ask me out. So...we'll see. I guess I'm going on a date with E. I'll let you know how that goes.

So fill me in, how goes it? Sorry I've been MIA...