Category: Random Stuff


I think my funny bone broke, y’all, because I’ve got nothing in the form of entertainment the last few days. Bloggers block, if you will. Perhaps just laziness. I am finally too lazy to be funny, y’all.


The Little Jerk ate some Oreos and finally looks like the little dictator that she is:

Queen of Kazakhstan

Here she is normal:

Her ‘I Hate Newark’ shirt is in the laundry.

That’s all I’ve got, y’all! I know, I suck today.


Capital Punishment

If any of you yahoos don’t believe in capital punishment, I’m going to climb out here on this limb and say you haven’t seen the previews for the atrocious “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo”.

If not, click here to lose all faith in humanity.

Speechless, y’all.

Oh, and that’s all for today. I just wanted to share my disgust.

The Trip – Part 2

So of course, this whole story began during A Fashion Heat Stroke when I dressed as if it were 60 degrees, when it was (instead) 107.  I kept that in mind while deciding what to wear to pick up the oldest one from camp.  It was going to be a nice 80 degrees, so I felt like this was the only logical attire:

After this, I’m going to the moon, y’all.


Pickup went great.  She survived camp and we were so glad to see her!  We packed up and said goodbye to Camp Idlewild and were on our way.

Since I hadn’t had enough punishment the day before, I took the baby, who had been horrible all day, and the kid that was exhausted from camp, and Hubbin back to the mall to shop!  Doesn’t that sound like an awesome idea? It was just as fun as it sounds. Even though we were in the car for over an hour, giving the baby plenty of time to sleep, she chose instead to give me the death glare the entire ride. She fell asleep 5 minutes before we got to The Cheesecake Factory, which every parent will agree that having a tired, cranky child fall asleep 5 minutes before you get somewhere is like the worst outcome ever.

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The Trip – Part 1

This mere 24 hour trip was so traumatizing that I haven’t even been able to talk about it for days. And no kidding, as I was writing that sentence, one of the baby’s toys started singing and no one is here but me. It was THAT bad.

Since we had to pick up the oldest kid from camp on Saturday morning, which was already 3 hours away, I planned a shopping trip for Friday evening after we got off work, hitting up a mall on our way and then crashing with friends. Hubbin wanted to get a hotel room, which I was not receptive to, as I wanted to save that $90 for more clothes a rainy day. Normally, going to the camp is a straight line. However, adding in the mall trip made it a triangle, because it was significantly out of the way.


One thing to note is that my husband is notorious for underestimating the amount of time it takes to get anywhere to avoid hearing me complain. And while it’s true that at times, I whine about time, it’s really nothing in comparison to how pissed I get when it takes way longer than he says.

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No Freaking Way

So today started out like any other day (pretending not to hear that The Little Jerk had woken up, so Hubbin got up with her). I woke up, came down to my desk, and started working (don’t let the pajamas fool you, I actually do WORK from home). Typical day. Until it all changed.

See, there’s this girl that blogs about sweet paint colors, and she puts the most AWESOME rooms on there. I stumbled across the website and have been hooked since. I love it. I wish I’d have seen it before I picked some of my current colors, but I digress. It’s really a great blog.

And that was before TODAY. Today, I clicked the link, and I see this:

OMG y’all, that is my bathroom.


Ok so if six months ago, someone said “Hey in six months a picture of your bathroom is going to be on the front page of a home improvement blog”, I’d have undoubtedly thought “Is it time for the Worst Bathroom in America again?” That or maybe like…”20/20 – Shocking Expose on How the Lower-Middle Class Lives”. Never in a million years would it be displayed as a blog like that.

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A Fashion Heat Stroke

Ahh, camp time.  Not me, the oldest.  She’s off to camp this week for the first time ever.  Yes, this is the first time she’s been away from home and it’s about to kill me.  I miss her like crazy!

Funny story, though.  So, I’m on this path to fashion brilliance and I picked out what I considered a pretty cute outfit; (very thick) skinny jeans, a satin ruffle shirt, a cardigan, and 5″ wedges.  We went to church first and then straight to bring the oldest to camp (3 hour drive).

Mind you, we are in record setting heat and I am dressed like it is October.  I really painted myself in a corner wearing the satin shirt, because since it had tiny little straps, I couldn’t very well take the cardigan off at church camp.  None of these things occurred to me, though.  Hey, why listen to common sense when you can look cute?

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