I hope everyone had an amazing Mother's Day holiday. I quite frankly don't give a hoot about it (like many other holidays), just another day to me. This year, I went to Cincinnati and Kentucky for Ohio's state bowling Tournament. I was stoked to get the hell out of dodge and away from my children (mommy loves you). My aunt picked me up at 9 am to head on down to Cinci. We arrived at noonish and went to the airport Hilton to check in. The unhappy, little, brat front desk girl said we couldn't check in until 3. I know this is the norm, but all of the other ladies in our group were not having it. Normally, we are able to check in earlier than the posted time, but this hotel was an airport hotel so it was going to be busier than the usual places where we stay. Anyways, Carol and I had to potty, so we went to use the facilites. After doing our thang, I go to flush my toliet and it doesn't work. Carol said, "push it all the way down." I was, and still nothing. Fixing a toliet is NOT a hard job, so I popped of the top of the tank and noticed the chain was broken. I rigged it back together and voila. I fixed it! I then made it a point to tell the little bitch that I fixed her toliet. The other broad asked if I was a "hired Hilton Hotels subcontractor". I told her I should be. And she's just lucky that my husband doesn't fix anything in the house and I had to rent library books to learn how to be a handy-woman.
On a postive note, Carol and I won the second place 50/50. I NEVER win anything, so this was shocking. I picked the ticket and they called it. Yay, it was going to be a lucky weekend. Yeah, not so much.
I bowled like poo. 6 games on Saturday, and I sucked at them all. Only got my average 1 game. Ridiculous.
We headed back to the hotel after bowling, we were trying to figure out where to eat and ultimately settled on Hilton's restaurant. Big mistake. They had one waitress for the entire restaurant and we were there for 2 hours waiting for appetizers. And everything was cold when we received it. Blah.
On Sunday, we went to another bowling center to bowl the team event. I sucked even worse than Saturday! I did, however, win a box of chocolates for mother's day. They drew our lane and my postion on the roster. Yay, candy!! The bowling center was a double decker alley. We were bowling on the top floor. I could feel the vibrations from people walking, and I got sea sick. It's hard to bowl with a upset stomach.
After that waste of money, we were on our way home. I was excited to see the kids and the hubs. When we were 20 minutes away, hubs was called into work. He had to leave quickly so he left a window open. When my aunt and I pulled into the drive, I realized that I forgot my house key. I then broke into my own house, through the one open, but high window. I hit my chin pretty hard during the process. The hubs was ultimately gone for 9 hours and I was not in the mood to drive another hour to get my kids, so mom got them from the mom-in-law's house. Yay for moms!
That was pretty much the end of the trip away for mom's day.
Today, I had to break into the house AGAIN when I forgot my house key AGAIN. Yep, I am a moron. On the plus side, I fixed all of the vulnerable spots that I weaseled my way into.
Morals of the story: don't bowl and don't forget your house keys.
5/2/11
That's some BIG FREAKING NEWS
Dear Abby,
It's May 2nd, 2011 and apparently something went down last evening that has everyone in a happy and joyous mood. I have tendonitis in my left hand and I quite frankly find it rude that so many people are chanting at the news of my mild injury. What did I ever do to you, America? Are the hoards of people chanting for the other HUGE news: Mariah Carey giving birth to babies? Not baby, but BABIES! Do you think they are still going absolutely apeshit about the Royal Wedding? Possibly, but that just doesn't seem right. Could it be Pope John Paul II getting one step closer to Sainthood? I doubt it since everyone hates the deceased Pope. (I'm not sure if Everyone hates him, but there has to be at least one person who does.) What am I missing? I know something huge went down, but I cannot wrap my brain around it. I'm sure it was something ridiculously important in American history. I will have to sign on to Facebook and figure it all out, since that's the #1 source for News, Weather, and Traffic. Can you help me figure everything out before I go insane?
Until Then,
Overwhelmed and Confused in Ohio.
Dear Overwhelmed and Confused in Ohio,
You are a completely ignorant asshole.
Sincerely,
Abby.
It's May 2nd, 2011 and apparently something went down last evening that has everyone in a happy and joyous mood. I have tendonitis in my left hand and I quite frankly find it rude that so many people are chanting at the news of my mild injury. What did I ever do to you, America? Are the hoards of people chanting for the other HUGE news: Mariah Carey giving birth to babies? Not baby, but BABIES! Do you think they are still going absolutely apeshit about the Royal Wedding? Possibly, but that just doesn't seem right. Could it be Pope John Paul II getting one step closer to Sainthood? I doubt it since everyone hates the deceased Pope. (I'm not sure if Everyone hates him, but there has to be at least one person who does.) What am I missing? I know something huge went down, but I cannot wrap my brain around it. I'm sure it was something ridiculously important in American history. I will have to sign on to Facebook and figure it all out, since that's the #1 source for News, Weather, and Traffic. Can you help me figure everything out before I go insane?
Until Then,
Overwhelmed and Confused in Ohio.
Dear Overwhelmed and Confused in Ohio,
You are a completely ignorant asshole.
Sincerely,
Abby.
2/21/11
Chickens don't have penises... but Saul's garage floor does.
I bet y'all missed me. Don't act like you didn't. Let me fill you in on the super amazing stuff that's happening in my life. Um.....
The End.
No, seriously, yesterday was the FOP/Hose Draggers AKA Firemen's bowl-a-thon for Easter Seals. Our team consisted of Saul, Jorge (who had one foot in the ground from a disabling cough due to cold), my hubs, and me. I, of couse, had my 3 bowling balls, bowling shoes, and my bowling towel from the Women's National Bowling Tournament in Reno, NV. Bear in mind, that my average is only 160, so do I really need all of this stuff? No. I just carry it around to act important. Hubs brought his 2 ball bag (the bowling balls and bag, sickos) and the mindset to kick some ass, because he totally did. Saul and Jorge came without shoes and their own BOWLING balls so they had to borrow the house equipment. This means they are losers. Well, I thought they were losers. Apparently, Saul's stepdad is on the senior PBA tour and ended up kicking my butt. What a sand-bagger. I taught Jorge some tricks on how to master the old-lady-straight-down-the-lane shot. He ended up beating me one game. Ugh, I really do suck. Oh, and the hubs had 255-256- and 160 something game. Enough about bowling...
Saul and his wifey are building a house. Some teenagers went into their garage and etched a huge penis and some not-so-nice-words into the curing floor cement. This had everyone busting his balls (the real ones, not the bowling kind) the entire night. Fast forward to dinner afterwards. Saul could not drink since he had to work the same night. It's, I guess, against police policy for their employees to come in drunk. So, Saul consumed Sprite the entire night (poetry is neat). This lead to my hubs making fun of Saul for his choice of drink and for basically being a wimp. My hubs got drunk and was annoying the crap out of me and I'm sure Saul, Jorge, and their wives as well as their super cute and super quiet co-worker "The Sperminator." "The Sperminator, T.S" and his newlywed wifey are expecting, so congrats to them. T.S.'s wife was dealing with morning sickness and couldn't join the festivities though. Morning sickness sucks!
Dinner was over, we parted ways.
At home, since hubs was drunk, I talked him into making a video on the webcam. He would never normally do this, so I basically took advantage of his intoxication. He slurred through the story of Saul's penis art in his garage, sprite, and something I didn't know... chicken's don't have penises!! This was shocking to me. I'm still trying to understand... it may take me a while.
I'm going to google it, while I'm thinking about it.
Toodles, Meg
**All names have been changed to protect the identity of our friends**
The End.
No, seriously, yesterday was the FOP/Hose Draggers AKA Firemen's bowl-a-thon for Easter Seals. Our team consisted of Saul, Jorge (who had one foot in the ground from a disabling cough due to cold), my hubs, and me. I, of couse, had my 3 bowling balls, bowling shoes, and my bowling towel from the Women's National Bowling Tournament in Reno, NV. Bear in mind, that my average is only 160, so do I really need all of this stuff? No. I just carry it around to act important. Hubs brought his 2 ball bag (the bowling balls and bag, sickos) and the mindset to kick some ass, because he totally did. Saul and Jorge came without shoes and their own BOWLING balls so they had to borrow the house equipment. This means they are losers. Well, I thought they were losers. Apparently, Saul's stepdad is on the senior PBA tour and ended up kicking my butt. What a sand-bagger. I taught Jorge some tricks on how to master the old-lady-straight-down-the-lane shot. He ended up beating me one game. Ugh, I really do suck. Oh, and the hubs had 255-256- and 160 something game. Enough about bowling...
Saul and his wifey are building a house. Some teenagers went into their garage and etched a huge penis and some not-so-nice-words into the curing floor cement. This had everyone busting his balls (the real ones, not the bowling kind) the entire night. Fast forward to dinner afterwards. Saul could not drink since he had to work the same night. It's, I guess, against police policy for their employees to come in drunk. So, Saul consumed Sprite the entire night (poetry is neat). This lead to my hubs making fun of Saul for his choice of drink and for basically being a wimp. My hubs got drunk and was annoying the crap out of me and I'm sure Saul, Jorge, and their wives as well as their super cute and super quiet co-worker "The Sperminator." "The Sperminator, T.S" and his newlywed wifey are expecting, so congrats to them. T.S.'s wife was dealing with morning sickness and couldn't join the festivities though. Morning sickness sucks!
Dinner was over, we parted ways.
At home, since hubs was drunk, I talked him into making a video on the webcam. He would never normally do this, so I basically took advantage of his intoxication. He slurred through the story of Saul's penis art in his garage, sprite, and something I didn't know... chicken's don't have penises!! This was shocking to me. I'm still trying to understand... it may take me a while.
I'm going to google it, while I'm thinking about it.
Toodles, Meg
**All names have been changed to protect the identity of our friends**
1/2/11
My New Year's Resolution
I really don't have a NY Reso. Don't really care to have one to be honest. Everything's so cliche'. "I want to lose weight." Guess what.. you're not going to, you fat ass. Get over it. "I want to stop smoking." Guess what.. you're not going to, chimney neck. Get over it. Blah, blah, blah. If I could come up with something unique, I *may* make a resolution. OOOOOH! Maybe my resolution should be to stop playing with my nose ring to make myself sneeze. You know how people with tongue bars flip those things around like it's a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle weapon in their mouth? Well, I twist my nose ring often to a point where I can literally make myself sneeze over and over. My record is 11 times in a row.
Let's break this down. 1. I'm 30 and have a nose ring. I should grow up and get rid of it, but NO! I don't want to!! 2. There is no reason to twist it after it's healing period has passed. I have had it well past the healing period, so why do I continually twist? OCD. 3. Why do I have an obsession with sneezing? I don't know, I have always loved to sneeze. It's the one bodily function that is not annoying like a dry, barking cough or stinky and just plain embarrassing. Plus, if you have an enemy in close range and you feel a sneeze coming on, you could accidentally not cover your sneeze and Wham-o! They have your virus-y covered snot droplets hurling at them at an obscene rate of speed. The enemy is more than likely too slow to react. Therefore, a sneeze is a good first line of defense to attack your arch nemesis. 4. Why do I know what my record is for the most sneezes at one time? I don't really know. I'm not THAT lame. Give me some credit.
This year, I decided to write an online daily journal to post all the little things that happened during my day. Not because I lead a super exciting life, though. Quite the opposite, actually. My life is SO boring, I can never remember anything that happens unless it was something CRAZY significant and that one overly significant event tunes out every other thing that happened for the entire year. I am going to be realistic and say I am only 23% sure that I will keep up this journal everyday for a month, let alone a full year. I forget things too often. Do you ever forget on your drive into work that you forgot to put on deodorant or brush your teeth? No? Well, I do. I have to make pit stops at gas stations or Walgreens to buy travel kits of everything for back up just in case I forget to do something that every other person just naturally does everyday. My brain does not function that way. I need to remind myself to eat and even drink! I can go a whole day without drinking anything. Enough about my brain and it's issues, already. I basically wanted to let y'all know, a daily journal (or a sentence if we are being completely honest) will be now attached to this here blog. Enjoy kids. Have a good New Year, bitches.
Let's break this down. 1. I'm 30 and have a nose ring. I should grow up and get rid of it, but NO! I don't want to!! 2. There is no reason to twist it after it's healing period has passed. I have had it well past the healing period, so why do I continually twist? OCD. 3. Why do I have an obsession with sneezing? I don't know, I have always loved to sneeze. It's the one bodily function that is not annoying like a dry, barking cough or stinky and just plain embarrassing. Plus, if you have an enemy in close range and you feel a sneeze coming on, you could accidentally not cover your sneeze and Wham-o! They have your virus-y covered snot droplets hurling at them at an obscene rate of speed. The enemy is more than likely too slow to react. Therefore, a sneeze is a good first line of defense to attack your arch nemesis. 4. Why do I know what my record is for the most sneezes at one time? I don't really know. I'm not THAT lame. Give me some credit.
on the other hand, maybe I don't deserve any credit...
This year, I decided to write an online daily journal to post all the little things that happened during my day. Not because I lead a super exciting life, though. Quite the opposite, actually. My life is SO boring, I can never remember anything that happens unless it was something CRAZY significant and that one overly significant event tunes out every other thing that happened for the entire year. I am going to be realistic and say I am only 23% sure that I will keep up this journal everyday for a month, let alone a full year. I forget things too often. Do you ever forget on your drive into work that you forgot to put on deodorant or brush your teeth? No? Well, I do. I have to make pit stops at gas stations or Walgreens to buy travel kits of everything for back up just in case I forget to do something that every other person just naturally does everyday. My brain does not function that way. I need to remind myself to eat and even drink! I can go a whole day without drinking anything. Enough about my brain and it's issues, already. I basically wanted to let y'all know, a daily journal (or a sentence if we are being completely honest) will be now attached to this here blog. Enjoy kids. Have a good New Year, bitches.
12/17/10
I am slackin' on this bloggin' nonsense
So much has happened since I last posted a stupid blog. Let's see, I found out the dude I grew up thinking was my dad, is not. Not a big deal, really. We never talked to each other anyways. Just wished I would have known sooner, cause I would have saved a SHIT ton of time that I have wasted by going to talk to a counselor about my daddy abandonment issues. That's enough boo-hooing about that. Kids have been pretty decent. Maz decided to cut her hair on her own. It looked like a blind, double amputee got a hold of her head and went crazy. Now she looks like a little boy. I have been calling her Max, and she gets so pissed. I laugh.
I have been getting insanely sick lately. I was violently ill for 12 hours at a time for 3 different days in 2 weeks. 2 bouts of this bug were a day apart. It's sad I only lost 4 lbs. All that discomfort for 4 lbs. I call bullshit. Since I keep getting weird symptoms and my normal doc scoffs everything off like I'm crazy, I decided to go to a new doc. She's pretty nice. Right off the bat, she scheduled tons of tests, some.. not so fun.. but I have to do it, so yay. Hopefully she will help find out what is up. She's thinking an autoimmune disorder, but I think it's Dysteria, Cholera, or maybe hoof and mouth. We're taking bets. Your thoughts? FYI, Rheumatoid Arthritis has been ruled out. Doc's front runner is Lupus or some other disorder that I can't remember the name of.
I have not been keeping up on all of my crafting or writing (hence no blog) I just have no creative juices flowing in the old noggin. I blame the snow. I think it seriously makes my brain stop functioning on many levels. Along with my artsy part of my brain being hindered, my personality is as well. If you think I am a bitch in the summer, I am insanely worse in the freaking winter. Every year I say how much I hate it and how badly I want to move. No one listens.
Christmas is 9 days away. I think it's 9 days away. I quite frankly don't know what the date is and I don't feel like looking it up, so just play along. I already have all of the presents bought and wrapped, so I am pretty ready for it to be over already. I want the right corner of my living room back. The fat, leaning tower of fake pine is driving me insane. It's ugly and I'm pretty sure that stupid, blind, double-amputee got to the tree as well as Maz's hair. I will catch that little bastard one day and kick him in the liver.
I hope you all have an amazing Christmas and all of your holiday wishes come true. Mine did.. Ryan Reynolds and ScarJo are getting D.I.V.O.R.C.E.D!!! WOOOO-HOOO. Guess who's getting her stalking gear and night-vision goggles ready. This bitch. I gotta get on it. Laters
I have been getting insanely sick lately. I was violently ill for 12 hours at a time for 3 different days in 2 weeks. 2 bouts of this bug were a day apart. It's sad I only lost 4 lbs. All that discomfort for 4 lbs. I call bullshit. Since I keep getting weird symptoms and my normal doc scoffs everything off like I'm crazy, I decided to go to a new doc. She's pretty nice. Right off the bat, she scheduled tons of tests, some.. not so fun.. but I have to do it, so yay. Hopefully she will help find out what is up. She's thinking an autoimmune disorder, but I think it's Dysteria, Cholera, or maybe hoof and mouth. We're taking bets. Your thoughts? FYI, Rheumatoid Arthritis has been ruled out. Doc's front runner is Lupus or some other disorder that I can't remember the name of.
I have not been keeping up on all of my crafting or writing (hence no blog) I just have no creative juices flowing in the old noggin. I blame the snow. I think it seriously makes my brain stop functioning on many levels. Along with my artsy part of my brain being hindered, my personality is as well. If you think I am a bitch in the summer, I am insanely worse in the freaking winter. Every year I say how much I hate it and how badly I want to move. No one listens.
Christmas is 9 days away. I think it's 9 days away. I quite frankly don't know what the date is and I don't feel like looking it up, so just play along. I already have all of the presents bought and wrapped, so I am pretty ready for it to be over already. I want the right corner of my living room back. The fat, leaning tower of fake pine is driving me insane. It's ugly and I'm pretty sure that stupid, blind, double-amputee got to the tree as well as Maz's hair. I will catch that little bastard one day and kick him in the liver.
I hope you all have an amazing Christmas and all of your holiday wishes come true. Mine did.. Ryan Reynolds and ScarJo are getting D.I.V.O.R.C.E.D!!! WOOOO-HOOO. Guess who's getting her stalking gear and night-vision goggles ready. This bitch. I gotta get on it. Laters
10/29/10
Oooooh, Damn You, Project Runway!
Here's my rant for the week. Be prepared, there will be tons of curse words and not-so-nice adjectives flying like panties at a Tom Jones show.
To begin let's do a rundown of the the final 4.
* Michael C. was a little wet behind the ears but he did create some pretty dresses. Dress after dress was a little annoying, but pretty nonetheless. I was also rooting for him to at least make the final 3 just because everyone was such a bitch to him. So the kid can't sew well. Isn't this show more about the design of the clothes? Ivy was an expert seamstress yet her designs sucked. I dislike Ivy so immensely- you will never know. Someone should have doused her in water and laughed as she melted into nothingness. Back to Michael, thank you, Mondo for taking him under his wing and giving him the credit he deserved. Aww, Mondo. I love him. Alas, the powers that be (probably all the producers) decided to give Michael the axe giving way to Andy, Mondo, and Gretchen.
* Andy in my opinion, is a great designer. I love his edginess. However, his hair drives me bananas. Especially during the finale. What was he thinking when he decided to make the back of his head look like horse's ass. He lacked personality though, which might have made him go farther in the competition. I loved his green pieces in the final runway show. The green dress which was his 4th look was super cute.
* Gretchen, Gretchen, Gretchen.. I'm sure the editing made her look worse than she really is, but she's still an asshole. Her bangs that look like she went into the salon and said, "I would like 1/2 a bowl cut and 1/2 Fabio flowing locks" Barf. The way she talks is ridiculous, she is a 2-faced, wretched little beast, and her designs are straight from All My Children circa 1973. Bohemian is cute, but only to an extent. Her designs are not Bohemian Chic, more Bohemian Crap. Come to think about it, I believe I recently saw patterns for sale at a yard sale that looked somewhat like her designs. They were yellowed and moldy which equals OLD. Yet, the stupid bitch still won. HOW is that possible? Did she even put on a runway show? Every piece was a boring as the previous. WRETCHED!!!
* Mondo! I love me some Mondo. His name is cool, his weirdness is cool, his designs, hella cool. He put his heart completely into his designs. HELLO make-your-own-fabric pants? AMAZING. He made me cry with those pants. The only thing Grosschen did that made me cry were her damn bangs!! Mondo at the beginning was aloof which added to his charm. Then with Michael C., he captured my heart. He deserved to win this show.
Many of my FB friends and I agree, the only reason we will continue to watch this show is because of Tim Gunn. He needs his own network. The gay version of Oprah's new network. Hopefully next season, the producers (Heidi included) will discover how damn lame this show has become since switching to Lifetime from Bravo. Bravo gave PR zest, Lifetimes gives it zzz's.
I hate you, Gretchen. (Not personally, since I don't know you- Thank GOD- but designingly--is that a word?) Anyways, I hate you and your fucking bangs. Shit!
Meg
To begin let's do a rundown of the the final 4.
* Michael C. was a little wet behind the ears but he did create some pretty dresses. Dress after dress was a little annoying, but pretty nonetheless. I was also rooting for him to at least make the final 3 just because everyone was such a bitch to him. So the kid can't sew well. Isn't this show more about the design of the clothes? Ivy was an expert seamstress yet her designs sucked. I dislike Ivy so immensely- you will never know. Someone should have doused her in water and laughed as she melted into nothingness. Back to Michael, thank you, Mondo for taking him under his wing and giving him the credit he deserved. Aww, Mondo. I love him. Alas, the powers that be (probably all the producers) decided to give Michael the axe giving way to Andy, Mondo, and Gretchen.
* Andy in my opinion, is a great designer. I love his edginess. However, his hair drives me bananas. Especially during the finale. What was he thinking when he decided to make the back of his head look like horse's ass. He lacked personality though, which might have made him go farther in the competition. I loved his green pieces in the final runway show. The green dress which was his 4th look was super cute.
* Gretchen, Gretchen, Gretchen.. I'm sure the editing made her look worse than she really is, but she's still an asshole. Her bangs that look like she went into the salon and said, "I would like 1/2 a bowl cut and 1/2 Fabio flowing locks" Barf. The way she talks is ridiculous, she is a 2-faced, wretched little beast, and her designs are straight from All My Children circa 1973. Bohemian is cute, but only to an extent. Her designs are not Bohemian Chic, more Bohemian Crap. Come to think about it, I believe I recently saw patterns for sale at a yard sale that looked somewhat like her designs. They were yellowed and moldy which equals OLD. Yet, the stupid bitch still won. HOW is that possible? Did she even put on a runway show? Every piece was a boring as the previous. WRETCHED!!!
* Mondo! I love me some Mondo. His name is cool, his weirdness is cool, his designs, hella cool. He put his heart completely into his designs. HELLO make-your-own-fabric pants? AMAZING. He made me cry with those pants. The only thing Grosschen did that made me cry were her damn bangs!! Mondo at the beginning was aloof which added to his charm. Then with Michael C., he captured my heart. He deserved to win this show.
Many of my FB friends and I agree, the only reason we will continue to watch this show is because of Tim Gunn. He needs his own network. The gay version of Oprah's new network. Hopefully next season, the producers (Heidi included) will discover how damn lame this show has become since switching to Lifetime from Bravo. Bravo gave PR zest, Lifetimes gives it zzz's.
I hate you, Gretchen. (Not personally, since I don't know you- Thank GOD- but designingly--is that a word?) Anyways, I hate you and your fucking bangs. Shit!
Meg
10/27/10
I kind of lied
So about that last post concerning E.T... NEVER happened. I can't muster up the courage to take on such a horrific event. I'd rather pull out all of my eye lashes and run naked down Sandusky St. So we will see when that will really happen. My guess, never.
What's new in the world of Meg-nificance? Well, for starters, I'm going by "Meg" now. I HATE the name Megan, always have. When I'm old and incontinent, I don't want some 22-year-old brat saying, "Megan, it's time to change your depends. You went pee-pee." OMG.. that's scary. I used to be a STNA in a nursing home in Brunswick OH, I KNOW how these things go. Yikes.
I actually would like to legally change my name, but my husband thinks that is "too drastic". Everyone else is doing it, so why can't I? (Shout-out to the Cranberries)
Halloween is coming up. It's usually my fav holiday, but this year, I really don't give a rat's ass.
Hmmm, I can't think of anything else to say other than I have a sty in my eye which is annoying. AND.. Happy Birthday to my baby girl, Mazlyn. She's 5 today. Yay for her, cause I really thought I would go Susan Smith on her cranky butt sometimes.
Ta-ta for now.
Meg
What's new in the world of Meg-nificance? Well, for starters, I'm going by "Meg" now. I HATE the name Megan, always have. When I'm old and incontinent, I don't want some 22-year-old brat saying, "Megan, it's time to change your depends. You went pee-pee." OMG.. that's scary. I used to be a STNA in a nursing home in Brunswick OH, I KNOW how these things go. Yikes.
I actually would like to legally change my name, but my husband thinks that is "too drastic". Everyone else is doing it, so why can't I? (Shout-out to the Cranberries)
Halloween is coming up. It's usually my fav holiday, but this year, I really don't give a rat's ass.
Hmmm, I can't think of anything else to say other than I have a sty in my eye which is annoying. AND.. Happy Birthday to my baby girl, Mazlyn. She's 5 today. Yay for her, cause I really thought I would go Susan Smith on her cranky butt sometimes.
Ta-ta for now.
Meg
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