Kelly Has Blog Tagged me...whatever the hell that is about!
One Word Answers:
Yourself: Fat
Your Partner: Pissed
Your Hair: Medium
Your Mother:Walking
Your Father: Love
Your Favorite Item: Phone
Your Dream Last Night: Unmemorable
Your Favorite Drink: Wine
Your Dream Car: Electric
Your Dream Home: Paid
The Room You Are In: Living
Your Fear: Hurricanes
You Want To Be In 10 Years: Alive
Who You Hung Out With Last Night: Friends
Your Not: Trashy
One Of Your Wishlist Items: money
The Last Thing You Did: Showered
You Are Wearing: Panties
Your Favorite Weather: Autumn
Your Favorite Book: None
Last Thing You Ate: Cheerios
Your life: Funfilled
Your Mood: Pissed
Your Best Friend: Billy
What Are You Thinking About Right Now:Army
Your Car: Durango
What Are You Doing At The Moment: Pooping
Relationship Status: Married
What Is On Your TV: nothing
What Is The Weather Like: Sunny
When Is The Last Time You Laughed: Yesterday
I am not tagging anyone.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Dog for free....Any takers?!?!?
Ah well yes since I have had a few request to add another damn blog I had one all ready to go until today. So here is my newest rant!
I have a dog, no wait correction, my Husband has a dog. He is a very sweet and loving little beagle named Baxter Bean McDoogle! A very strong name for a pup I know. We adopted him a few months ago from the pound for $53, But I will give someone else $53 to take him away from here. I hate, wait no no that doesn't express my true feelings, HATE this damn dog. Somebody please take him before I kill him and really go to jail for animal cruelty.
About 2 months ago he got locked into Ashtons room after we went out one day. We came back at night, and had found him stuck in Ashtons bedroom still, and he had tried to dig his way out! Dig his dam way out of a bedroom...DUMBASS DOG. So needless to say he ate the carpet and now we have a HUGE hole in the carpet.
We have done really well about shutting all the doors when we leave so we don't have a repeat of the carpet muncher. And today when we left I made sure I went and closed all the doors in the hallway. We went to Stellas, hung out for a long while, and came home around 8. We haven't had a problem with the dog going potty in the house, so I wasn't worried about it. I brought the girls in to their rooms, and as I flipped on the light in the hall and started walking down THERE IS ANOTHER FUCKING HOLE. The dumb ass dog tried to dig his way into Ashtons room. WTF?!?!? No seriously, WTF???? What kind of dumb ass dog is this? I hate him...HATE HIM. So now someone needs to take him, or he will go back to the pound and be euthanized. He is an older dog and we got him right before they were going to get rid of him, so unless you all don't want him to die someone come get him from my house. I hate this dog sooo damn much. TAKE HIM. Oh and my husband called tonight and agreed we need to get rid of him and then called me a dumb ass for writing a blog about it. So no one tell him where this is located or he will never let me hear the end of it. He also said if I wanted to out gay myself I should hook up the web cam and do a skit about the dog....sweet idea. Internet fame here I come!
I have a dog, no wait correction, my Husband has a dog. He is a very sweet and loving little beagle named Baxter Bean McDoogle! A very strong name for a pup I know. We adopted him a few months ago from the pound for $53, But I will give someone else $53 to take him away from here. I hate, wait no no that doesn't express my true feelings, HATE this damn dog. Somebody please take him before I kill him and really go to jail for animal cruelty.
About 2 months ago he got locked into Ashtons room after we went out one day. We came back at night, and had found him stuck in Ashtons bedroom still, and he had tried to dig his way out! Dig his dam way out of a bedroom...DUMBASS DOG. So needless to say he ate the carpet and now we have a HUGE hole in the carpet.
We have done really well about shutting all the doors when we leave so we don't have a repeat of the carpet muncher. And today when we left I made sure I went and closed all the doors in the hallway. We went to Stellas, hung out for a long while, and came home around 8. We haven't had a problem with the dog going potty in the house, so I wasn't worried about it. I brought the girls in to their rooms, and as I flipped on the light in the hall and started walking down THERE IS ANOTHER FUCKING HOLE. The dumb ass dog tried to dig his way into Ashtons room. WTF?!?!? No seriously, WTF???? What kind of dumb ass dog is this? I hate him...HATE HIM. So now someone needs to take him, or he will go back to the pound and be euthanized. He is an older dog and we got him right before they were going to get rid of him, so unless you all don't want him to die someone come get him from my house. I hate this dog sooo damn much. TAKE HIM. Oh and my husband called tonight and agreed we need to get rid of him and then called me a dumb ass for writing a blog about it. So no one tell him where this is located or he will never let me hear the end of it. He also said if I wanted to out gay myself I should hook up the web cam and do a skit about the dog....sweet idea. Internet fame here I come!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Commissary Story, IHAVETHREEKIDS
Let me first start by saying that within the past 2 days I have decided that maybe I do have a few things I could blog about, but most of it will just be bitching. My husband isnt here right now to harass, so I have to do my bitching elsewhere.
Ok so as for the commissary, who doesnt love their low prices, and awesome coupon deals? I mean I can save so much when I shop there. I have noticed the prices are getting a bit higher b/c of the gas situations, but hey I know it is way cheaper than a normal store! So I have put up with the baggers who need there tips, the bitch cashiers who sometimes talk your ear off, and the influx of old people who hog the aisles and walk so damn slow.
Now I needed a few groceries to tide me over for a while so I could make sandwiches and bowls of cereal. I decided to take all 3 kids, and since our suv guzzles the gas I decided to take the Minerva mobile, that will be a whole other blog. The downside to taking a car is that I either have room for grocery's or a double stroller, so the groceries won! That means I have to now take all three kids in and since the girls are on shoe strike I have to carry them, both, on my hips, at the same time. While ashton runs behind me. So we get a decent spot for me to carry everyone and their mother into the store, and I am praying there is a racecar there so I can get them all in one cart! Alas there is one that a sweet old man brings over to me and says this would help me out, and then tries to buckle in Abbey. But she is having none of that, so I buckle in Mia, and I squat down to strap down Abbey. As I am doing this a second old man is pushing a butt load of carts over and pulling a spare behind him. He pushes the spare ahead and it flies into me as I am squatting. I fall over a bit, and then the sorry maam happens....WRONG. The jack ass says nothing, so I said OWE, and still nothing. JACKASS OLD FART!!!!!
So we go about our shopping. A case of koolaid juice boxes on sale for $4 woo hoo, shrek snacks, awesome, and a 2 pound bag of cookies for $1.50. Man life is sweet. We get in the very short line and I walk right up to the next cashier available who surprisingly doesnt harass me about my damn id which is always at the bottom of the cart. And you know when they ask they wont ring up your groceries until they see that frickin id card. But she is very sweet and reminds me about my coupons. I get my half paper and half plastic, the way I want it, and all is good in the world. $130, not bad for me. So I get my tip ready so I dont have to when I get to the car. Now remember the car cart that so wonderfully fits all 3 of my kids?!?!?!?! Well I generally take my cart back to the front like a good girl, but all the extra baggers are standing in my way so I cant put my cart back. So I figure it will be easier on me to just walk it out to my car and return it when I am done. As I start for the door all those extra baggers start yelling "YOU CANT TAKE THE CART OUTSIDE" So wait saying sorry b/c you plowed me over isnt allowed, and neither is taking the flippin cart out to your car. I politely say Yes well I have 3 kids, and I will bring it back when I am done, but whoa no I should have just said I was a terrorist, b/c that is just unacceptable. "No you cant take the cart out of the buliding maam." WTF they are all saying it to me, and they are all still standing in my damn way, so what do I do?!?!?!!?! I again say to them I have three kids and I cant watch them all in the busy parking lot, I will bring the cart right back. But yet again I am told carts are not allowed out of the building. IHAVETHREEKIDS I yelled, but to no avail the world will indeed implode if a cart leaves the store. I end up leaving it right there, and grabbing my 2 girls one on each hip with my son yelling I have to pee mom I have to pee, and I proceed out the door. And those sweet baggers all say, "wow 2 babies at a time thats impressive." Well fuck faces you gave me no other choice. I dont want to hear how strong I am I want you to work for your damn tip and help me out. So I am literally running to the car like a mad woman b/c Ash has to pee, and the girls are damn heavy. I know I carried them in that way, but I am now further from the car, and I have been in a store with 3 kids for an hour. I am flippin tired people! So the little ching chang is trying to run behind me, and yes I said it ching chang b/c she pissed me off with the cart crap too, and I put Mia on the trunk and try to buckle Abbey in, while listening to Mom I really have to pee NOW. She changs her way over to watch Mia, but by then her tip is gone! Ashton starts crying b/c he has to pee, so I grab Mia, walk him to the other side of the car and tell him to pee in the parking lot. 8 gallons of pee later he is done and I buckle him in. Finally she is done and I get in my car and start it up. I think she got the hint that there was no ching chang change coming from me, so looks like it will be a night of love you long time to make up the difference.
As for the other old farts, I will remember you, and come near my groceries I will tell you to bag your best b/c there will be no tip involved b/c I cant get an apology or help with my kids. In case they didnt know, IHAVETHREEKIDS!!!!! Damn you Stella for making me start this and making me relive the moments of the other day again. I am all fired up about this. Who can I contact to complain about all this?
Ok so as for the commissary, who doesnt love their low prices, and awesome coupon deals? I mean I can save so much when I shop there. I have noticed the prices are getting a bit higher b/c of the gas situations, but hey I know it is way cheaper than a normal store! So I have put up with the baggers who need there tips, the bitch cashiers who sometimes talk your ear off, and the influx of old people who hog the aisles and walk so damn slow.
Now I needed a few groceries to tide me over for a while so I could make sandwiches and bowls of cereal. I decided to take all 3 kids, and since our suv guzzles the gas I decided to take the Minerva mobile, that will be a whole other blog. The downside to taking a car is that I either have room for grocery's or a double stroller, so the groceries won! That means I have to now take all three kids in and since the girls are on shoe strike I have to carry them, both, on my hips, at the same time. While ashton runs behind me. So we get a decent spot for me to carry everyone and their mother into the store, and I am praying there is a racecar there so I can get them all in one cart! Alas there is one that a sweet old man brings over to me and says this would help me out, and then tries to buckle in Abbey. But she is having none of that, so I buckle in Mia, and I squat down to strap down Abbey. As I am doing this a second old man is pushing a butt load of carts over and pulling a spare behind him. He pushes the spare ahead and it flies into me as I am squatting. I fall over a bit, and then the sorry maam happens....WRONG. The jack ass says nothing, so I said OWE, and still nothing. JACKASS OLD FART!!!!!
So we go about our shopping. A case of koolaid juice boxes on sale for $4 woo hoo, shrek snacks, awesome, and a 2 pound bag of cookies for $1.50. Man life is sweet. We get in the very short line and I walk right up to the next cashier available who surprisingly doesnt harass me about my damn id which is always at the bottom of the cart. And you know when they ask they wont ring up your groceries until they see that frickin id card. But she is very sweet and reminds me about my coupons. I get my half paper and half plastic, the way I want it, and all is good in the world. $130, not bad for me. So I get my tip ready so I dont have to when I get to the car. Now remember the car cart that so wonderfully fits all 3 of my kids?!?!?!?! Well I generally take my cart back to the front like a good girl, but all the extra baggers are standing in my way so I cant put my cart back. So I figure it will be easier on me to just walk it out to my car and return it when I am done. As I start for the door all those extra baggers start yelling "YOU CANT TAKE THE CART OUTSIDE" So wait saying sorry b/c you plowed me over isnt allowed, and neither is taking the flippin cart out to your car. I politely say Yes well I have 3 kids, and I will bring it back when I am done, but whoa no I should have just said I was a terrorist, b/c that is just unacceptable. "No you cant take the cart out of the buliding maam." WTF they are all saying it to me, and they are all still standing in my damn way, so what do I do?!?!?!!?! I again say to them I have three kids and I cant watch them all in the busy parking lot, I will bring the cart right back. But yet again I am told carts are not allowed out of the building. IHAVETHREEKIDS I yelled, but to no avail the world will indeed implode if a cart leaves the store. I end up leaving it right there, and grabbing my 2 girls one on each hip with my son yelling I have to pee mom I have to pee, and I proceed out the door. And those sweet baggers all say, "wow 2 babies at a time thats impressive." Well fuck faces you gave me no other choice. I dont want to hear how strong I am I want you to work for your damn tip and help me out. So I am literally running to the car like a mad woman b/c Ash has to pee, and the girls are damn heavy. I know I carried them in that way, but I am now further from the car, and I have been in a store with 3 kids for an hour. I am flippin tired people! So the little ching chang is trying to run behind me, and yes I said it ching chang b/c she pissed me off with the cart crap too, and I put Mia on the trunk and try to buckle Abbey in, while listening to Mom I really have to pee NOW. She changs her way over to watch Mia, but by then her tip is gone! Ashton starts crying b/c he has to pee, so I grab Mia, walk him to the other side of the car and tell him to pee in the parking lot. 8 gallons of pee later he is done and I buckle him in. Finally she is done and I get in my car and start it up. I think she got the hint that there was no ching chang change coming from me, so looks like it will be a night of love you long time to make up the difference.
As for the other old farts, I will remember you, and come near my groceries I will tell you to bag your best b/c there will be no tip involved b/c I cant get an apology or help with my kids. In case they didnt know, IHAVETHREEKIDS!!!!! Damn you Stella for making me start this and making me relive the moments of the other day again. I am all fired up about this. Who can I contact to complain about all this?
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