Thursday, July 31, 2008
Heading to the land of uncompromiseStink-Butt and I have been discussing something sthuper serious lately. And in my head I just don't see how we can compromise on this issue.
Stink-Butt says he's done having kids and doesn't want to have another one after I pop this one out.
I'm not ready to stop having kids.
I know that us buying a new house and all that is financially scarey and kids are expensive so it's only natural for him to not want anymore. I understand that.
But as a female who's able to grow babies inside her (taDA!) I don't think I'm ready to give that up.
Oh sure, being pregnant can suuuuck! But that doesn't mean I don't ever want to be pregnant again and don't want any more kids.
Females have a certain time frame for when they can grow and pop out kids. So this decision weighs more heavily on me. It's not like in 10-15 years I can change my mind and physically be like "let's have another kid!" But men can.
I grew up the 2nd oldest of 8 and having just 2 kids seems wrong to me (hahaha).
I don't want that perfect white-bread family. The mom, the dad, the son and the daughter and some sort of pet. I want more.
I might change my mind after the 2nd kid is born- but right now I am not ready to retire my eggs.
So how do you find a middle ground on this issue? Is there even a middle ground? It's not like you can cut a pregnancy in 1/2.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
God! I have to think of ANOTHER title????Bullet points! Aren't you special?!
Yeah... and he's supposed to be dorkier than me. Pfffttt....
I"m gonna have to use the 2 seater cart at Target and the grocery store! lol.
I don't want to see a Devil's threeway with a couple of wrinkled sacks and a sagging vagina! Ew....
Not that, you know, I look or anything....
So I won't have internet for a little while. I'll update with pictures and all that crap in about a week!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
My blow-up doll has a 1st name... it's Georg...uh e...Oh if only you guys could see my face right now. So much is said in facial expression that just can't be said in words.
Well maybe it can, but I don't have the vocabulary for it.
All I can say is- Are you fucking kidding me?!
There's this guy who
He was on Fox and Friends this morning talking about it.
Seriously - what the fuck?
He put Dubya up on a pedestal higher than anyone has before. Undeservedly so and anyone who doesn't have their dick and/or tits shoved up Bush's ass would know this.
This poor guy is so far up there reality for him has ceased to exist. He even thought the Bat symbol looked that like stupid W symbol people do with their hands.
Which, btw, that W symbol was first the symbol for Wings and then it was also the symbol for "Whatever" in Clueless....
Now people have compared Obama to Jesus- but it's always in a joking manner.
It's people like him that make me scared for my country.
On a side note- did you guys read/watch that article poking jest at Obama and the fact that he has an attitude of being "holier than thou?"
I swear Obama doesn't want to be the next President of the US (I'm pretty sure he thinks he already is...) he wants to be the next world figure.
The only problem is that.. well he's just *not*. See with people like Martin Luther King Jr. and Ghandi and such- they just were who they were and believed, truly believed, what they preached.
Obama's just a puppet who wants the face but there's nothing behind it.
Anyway- this is probably one of the funniest things EVER:
Friday, July 25, 2008
It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody....I hate that song. Anyway- I keep having these stupid (preggo) dreams that Stink-Butt cheated while in Iraq.
I know he didn't- not even close- but you have the worst dreams when you're preggo. I also dreamt that my parents got all mad at me cause they thought I never got them any Christmas presents and they were demanding their presents.
So I've been all funkalicious in a bad way lately.
But on the good side- we close on our house in 7 days! Yay!
We've decided to move ourselves (because moving companies think it's ok to charge like 2000.$ and then some)- anyone want to come out and help pack and load our UHaul? :D
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
How far he's come....I just realized I haven't shared any photos or video of Hulk-Man in quite a while, and since he IS the cutest kid in the Blogosphere (ha!) here he is making an encore!
Oh geez, I can't breathe....I need a brown paper bag to breathe into- I'm having a panic attack.
I was fine- we were fine- just with the house costs and all that (we still are).
But to break our lease is like - well, a butt-load of money*. It's actually cheaper for us to pay rent until our lease is up than to break it.
I wouldn't mind that so much if the apt people weren't such dildos. They hardly ever (I don't want to say never cause they did- once) took care of anything we requested. And they weren't outrageous requests either, normal apartment stuff.
They just had the attitude of they didn't care at ALL. They kept giving excuses as to why they sat around with their thumbs up their asses and didn't do anything.
So I'm having a little bit a freak out- we're going to be paying a mortgage *and* apt rent. We have the money to do it- it's just we had to tap into our emergency fund.
*This* was our emergency.
We'll get it back up. We're still not in debt and such- we're grateful of that. But all these costs are weighing heavily and it's hard to breathe.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
So much better than sexOk... not really. Almost... maybe... we'll see.
For my birthday (which I don't tell people when that is cause I seriously hate it when people wish me a happy birthday- it makes me feel weird. Too much attention) Stink-Butt got me a spa package. Including a pregnancy massage, and a mani and pedi.
The table is a neat little contraption- it's got a hole for you to stick your belly in, and indents for your boobs. Of course they didn't need them for my boobs. I went from a 34b to a a 36b. Which means I got fat- but my boobs didn't grow.
I'm like a fat man. Me and the fat man wear the same bra size.
Anyway- so after she lubed me all up she rubbed down my entire body. She got my ass but stayed clear of the cooter (it was a nice place, they don't give happy endings, hahaha).
It was sooo relaxing. 3+ orgasms in one night relaxing. And all I had to do was lay there! (Of course I could do that during sex but then it wouldn't be a 3+ orgasm night now would it?)
I think that if Stink-Butt could give me a massage like that I'd totally have sex with him more.
Then again I might already be relaxed.
Of course *he* could give me the happy ending. He runs a sweaty-skanky massage parlor, we all know he does....
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Coming through! Wide Load!Ok, I know I haven't taken nearly as many photos with this pregnancy as I did when preggo with Hulk-Man.
But- I am chasing after a toddler. I have preggo brain. And I no longer have a husband in Iraq, hehe.
So I've been lazy- shoot me.
I did take a few yesterday. They aren't super-great (preggo brain, remember?) but there they are:
And one of Hulk-Man playing in the park:
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I have a suggestion....I think all my blog-bitches need to buy houses near me.
Whaddya say!? Hehehe.
Anyway- sometimes it just seems like I'm the only
We took Hulk-Man to a water park Sunday- which he *loved*, but it was WAY too much over-stimulation for a toddler, omg!
But we mainly stayed in the toddler area and he wanted to go up and down the water slide (which was shaped like a frog) and his mobility isn't as proficient in the water as it is in land- obviously. So I'd help him up the ladder and Stink-Butt would catch him on the other side. Well there were other kids who'd try and squeeze passed Hulk-Man. One little girl even pushed him a little.
All I could think was "are Stink-Butt and I the ONLY parents around to make sure their kids take turns and share?"
I mean, I don't want to hover- and I don't- but I'll be damned if Hulk-Man thinks that just because we're not around that means he can forget the rules of sharing.
But like I said- this place is crazy over-stimulation and kids tend to go crazy and forget themselves in it.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Ewww! She looks like she had a baby!Every time I go to the grocery store I glance at the
Well one (I don't know which) has The Best and Worst Bikini Bodies for this season.
You know who a couple of the worst are? Britney Spears and Jennifer Lopez.
Because they still have a bit of flab from having kids.
Fucking douche-bag magazines.
I think that not only do celebrities and magazines and just the general celebrity-ness have a distorted view of reality- but I believe it makes women doubt themselves.
Who doesn't want a "celebrity body?"
I still wish I had my rock hard, high and tight ass, 19 year old body. But I don't. My body changed- I had kids. It's what we're programmed to do. We're not immortal- we're gonna age and die.
Oh no, I'm not saying to just roll over in a hump and sigh and wait for death to come over us. Hell no.
I just think it's fucked up that the public view of what makes a woman beautiful is not who she is and all the changes that will come to her- but by how much fat she can get sucked out of her.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Babies, pregnancy and mean old ladiesThere's never a lack of fun nor weirdness at the Blogging Sims bitches household.
After Clare gave birth to Banana we hired a neighbor to watch her during the day so we could all
She seemed like such a nice old woman...
But she quickly let her demons out to Cheeky.
Telling Cheeky that *she* was in charge and everybody better stay out of her way...
"Oh hell no bitch! This is MY house. You shut your mouth and take care of that baby!"
Yeah... I think there's a clear misunderstanding of what the neighbor is supposed to be doing... ie taking care of Banana....
In other news...
Mama Duck seems to be having a strange and difficult pregnancy.
Complete with pee-pee dances...
And barfing so hard she passes out...
Random crap, as always, has been happening:
Steve lives with girls- he needs to learn to pull his pants down when he's taking a dump...
Kami has been wining and dining with Democrats...
Sheri's boobs are a source of visual pleasure for the neighbors...
Everybody loves Banana- especially her mama (duh!)...
And I've been craving weird crap....
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
The hidden sex dungeonThe house Stink-Butt and I are in the process of buying- well we got it at a GREAT deal.
The owners originally put it on the market for like 20k more than what we got it for. And it's worth about that much. And they gobbled our offer up right away. Apparently- and by law we can't ask why- they really need to sell the house.
Of course that would send up some major flags- but there's nothing wrong with it. The house is seriously in pristine condition.
So I thought of my own reasons why they have to get out of there:
Anyway- I meet with the inspector tomorrow so we'll see if they ARE hiding anything....
Sunday, July 06, 2008
A yard for Hulk-ManWe have a house.
Ok, not YET. No keys in our hands yet. But we made an offer at 8:pm this evening and our realtor just called us back at 10:30pm and said they took it!
Now this isn't the house I talked about before- with the purple living room. We lost that one. Which I think was a blessing in disguise- the entryway was so narrow and the kitchen cabinets were too close to the counters.
If we're going to buy a house we're going to live in for a long ass time then we want it to be perfect.
We weren't just looking for our first house- this is the house our kids are going to grow up in. We aren't planning on selling anytime soon.
So we looked and looked and found some great contenders. Including a gorgeous white one with a big lovely porch and blue shutters. But the basement was all choppy and the backyard was all slopey and such.
We're kind of anal....
Then we went back out today- and before I would totally love a house but Stink-Butt wouldn't, or vice-versa. But this one had what we BOTH wanted. We love it.
It's so nice and airy and relaxing. I walked in and just sighed.
It's well maintained- and they (apparently) have 2 kids. So high-five to that mom and her anal-ness! Love it! The house was spotless!
We have to do all the inspector crap and whine to our apartment complex about breaking our lease- but we are getting the ball rolling.
I'll give an update soon- but in the mean time here are a few photos from the realty site:
-2nd living room (not "formal")
Thursday, July 03, 2008
The 4thSo I could make a big ole patriotic type blog for Independence Day tomorrow. But I'm not going to.
Not that I don't like celebrating our country's independence- it's just that this holiday is sort of bittersweet for my family and I.
A few years back- more than it feels like, sometimes less- my family and I were outside in our front yard on the 4th doing normal 4th stuff. BBQing, sparklers, etc. when we got a call.
We were all running in and out of the house- but while my mom was on the phone whoever ran in didn't come back out. So we all trickled in to see where everyone was (as my family travels in a pack like wolves).
That's the day we found out our cousin- my mom's Godson- had died.
I'm going to stop there.
I could go on about how it happened- but I don't want to.
The 4th is now, sort of, my Memorial Day. It's is the most bittersweet of all holidays.
I love the 4th- the fireworks, the picnics, the flags, etc- but it's also the day I stop and reflect and remember all those close to me who've died.
My cousin was a wonderful person. We had such great times together.
The world really is missing out on a great life. But I think he's making it ok in Heaven... :)
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
lying and all that fun stuffYeah, so I used to be a pretty big liar.
I'm not even gonna lie about it.... Get it? Lie... hardee har har.
K, just stamp loser on my forehead.
Anyway, so back before I had my life turning moment (it was a Monday and I was 17) I used to lie about the dumbest crap. Mainly because it was my way of keeping people at bay and not letting them know I wasn't as perky and wonderful as I put off.
I used to lie about my financial situation. I told people I had a really rich uncle who used to take us around in his limo all the time. And that he gave us whatever we wanted.
By the way- if you really are a long-lost uncle of mine and are quite wealthy my birthday is coming up... hehe.
I told people I had a relative who died in a brush fire. I mainly said that cause we were on the bus and had to drive through smoke and I got scared so I started to cry (what? It was elementary school!) so instead of just saying I was scared I made up some ridiculous lie.
I used to tell people I was French. Yeah, I'm not sure why....
I used to tell some kids I didn't know well (who weren't in my class) that my name was Tracy (cause I really liked that name).
It went as far as saying I liked a certain actor, or movie or song because that's what I thought people expected of me.
In short I was a total dumbass in school.
But then things changed. I stopped not only lying to others, but to myself. I don't care if people know I grew up dirt-ass poor. That my home-life was lined with just a few bad things. And now I don't give a shit what people think of me.
It's exausting (I can't spell) keeping up with appearances and lies. So I say fuck it.