A Blog That Makes Zero Sense
Oct 11, 2009 All Things Charli, All Things X, Etc., Family, Friday Eye Candy, Parenting, Random, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms
So much has happened in the past 4 weeks that I don’t even know where to begin.
Yeah, I have blogged. But really the events … the day-to-day have had to be pushed off because I don’t even know what to say about them. I am on a dead run. A different kind of dead run than I was before with school and the old POE. With the old POE, I didn’t do a mufuckin thing for 8 hours. So, what does that mean? Yep. I blogged my Wicked little ass off. I networked and made new friends in the blogosphere. I co-piloted this kick ass website with a kick ass bitch I like to refer to as my Numbah 1.
Now, I actually work. Like, from the minute I get there to the minute I leave and sometimes after. Not that it is a bad thing necessarily … but I miss all of the connections that I have made. I have to figure out how to find balance. Like, it is necessary. It is that or I submit and stop blogging all together. Who wants a blogger who doesn’t comment back to the thoughts the commenter shares on said blog? Not me. Not you. It is rude. I am not rude. Well, I am not rude to people who I like. Usually. Shutup.
I have been having the most random dreams lately.
The other night I had a dream that D had fake tits and I kept motorboating them while giving him a hand job.
A few nights before that I had a dream about a couple of old friends. Friends who are no longer friends. Call it a sore spot or whatever, but regardless they appeared in my dream to reconcile. I don’t really know how I feel about that dream.
Last night I had a dream that I had a pet monkey. It had red lipstick on and kissed me all over my face, leaving red monkey lip prints all over me. Ick. I don’t like monkey kisses.
I think the monkey kissing my face dream was directly caused by my bright idea to mix whiskey in with my nighttime theraflu. I hate them both so I have no idea how I thought that mixing them together would be a good idea.
Also, I pretty much want to fuck every cock that has a pulse right now. What in the fuck is up with that? Is it my *ahem* 30 pound weight loss? Is it that I am 30? Oooh. I didn’t even put the 30 and 30 together. Hmmmm… Maybe my new lucky number is 30. Not 22. Either way, I want to fuck all walks of cock in the world. Not that I will or anything, but I am just saying. I am like an animal. WTF is that about? D knows all about it too. It is no secret. Does he feel threatened? He better not. I only have wet vagina for my man.
For the most part.
Also, I miss the shit out of my kids. More than anyone else that I could possibly miss in the history of missing people. They are so cool. The coolest kids ever. They are so understanding and awesome about all of the crazy dysfunction that happens in our lives. Unmentionable dysfunction. The kind that is acceptable for me to accept but not acceptable for others to accept if that makes sense. (Pull your panties out. I am not talking about any kind of CPS worthy situations. Jesus.) Anyway, my kids get it and I am so excited to get to know them more as they get older.
Xavier is my little skater. He practices his ass off every day to perfect that grind or whatever the fuck the slang is that he uses for skate moves. He eats, breathes, sleeps skateboarding. I love it. He is also a fucking argumentative little shit.
Charli counts to 13. She is 2 and she counts to 13. She talks so great, and is so determined. I swear she is more and more like me every single day. It is fucking scary.
I am such a mom. I get all teary and shit when I think about my kids and how they were born with the awesome gene like I was. I really cannot wait til they are adults. I mean, I am savoring the ages that they are and am excited about the ages they will eventually get to … but I want to travel with them as adults. I want to really know my kids. Whether they hate me or not. Love me or not. I just want to know them.
Lastly, I know I owe you a Friday Eye Candy/YGWM blog. Friday was fucking insanity and I was literally unable to write it. I pinkie swear that it will never happen again. K?
To make it up to you, I have a special treat. A Monday hottie spread like no other. How would you like to be rescued from a burning building by any one or group of these sexy heroes???
You are welcome. Happy Monday!
Name one song that, when you hear it, no matter how hard you try, you can’t get out of your head.
If you could pick only 5 words to describe your life, what would they be?
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