Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Thanksgiving Dinner

It's been a while since we've had a drawing from Picaso. So I thought I would share her latest. However, as always, I MUST give you some background. Now, I have started calling Ashlee "Miss Chloe" because she is measuring 40 weeks and is only like 36 weeks preggro...oh excuse me, she hates that term..so 36 weeks pregnant. She predicted way back when that Mexi would actually come walking out of the Ute walking and talking...which we believe WILL happen!! So keeping up with tradition, I asked Ashlee to tell me my future. She didn't reach too far into the future, but rather decided to tell me what my Thanksgiving dinner would be like. Behold:

Sooooo cute that she actually thinks I would cook....let alone cook the turkey! WOW as a psychic she knows shit!!! But at least she got the representation of the people right...although I'm pretty sure that Master P is gonna be pi$$ed that Ashlee made him shorter than Zoe since that is what they fight about every other weekend! Gotta love 4 year olds!!!!

Happy Thanksgiving Y'All!!!!!

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Day I Became Mrs. Mary Kay Robbinson

I have read most of the Twlight books....okay, so I'm just about to start Eclipse, but since seeing the stills of New Moon on Trent's website , Ashlee and I are now SO Team Jacob!! I mean he's tall, dark, handsome, a warewolf and ripped...and 17 *screeching brakes* 17 are you eff-ing kidding me?!?! OMG!! I feel like a dirty old woman....drooling over a 17 year old. He's not even legal yet! But DAAAAAAMN GINA!!! That boy is fine! Guess I'll have to wait another year or so for him to be legal. Until then, guess I'll go back to my roots and continue to drool over Louis de Pointe du Lac

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Girl, You'll be a Woman Soon!!

My Father and I danced to this song at my wedding. I think it holds true today even more then it did 8 years ago! Still one that I put on repeat on my iPod!!

Girl, you'll be a woman soon
I love you so much can't count all the ways
I've died for you girl and all they can say is
"He's not your kind"
They never get tired of putting me down
And I'll never knwo when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don'tlet them make up your mind
Don't you know
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Pplease, come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon, you'll need a man
I've been misunderstood for all of my life
But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife
"The boy is no good"
Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for
But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure
Surely would
Baby I've done all I could
Now it's up to you....
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Soon, you'll need a man

Do you know the Muffin (wo)Man???

If any of you read Steve's blog, you'll know that they are doing a "Biggest Loser" type contest at work. Well since I'm dating Steve, I by default am also doing the contest. I support him 100% and it just wouldn't be fair for me to snack on bon-bons while watching The Big Bang Theory while he is snacking on carrot sticks. And oh the joy that I'm sure will be coming my way. This Monday night, Shittsburgh is playing on MNF and Steve is going to be making us a "healthy" dinner. Great just what I think of when watching football. Somehow carrot sticks and football just don't go hand in hand to me. Now, pizza and beer and football sounds like my kind of party, but I digress. Where was I??? Oh yes bon-bons and BBT (Big Band Theory). So as I was saying to show my Love that I support him in his quest I got a little curious just to see how bad of shape I am in so I know how good of shape I end up in.
And a little background. I was undoubtedly in my best shape in high school. I lettered in basketball and cheer leading. I was a teen who ate snickers bars and drank coke for lunch....my those.were.the.days!!! Then I turned 21, started partying and drinking and put on some pounds. So before I got married, I joined a gym and again got down to a decent weight...125 to be exact. After I got married, I still worked out. Even when I was pregnant with P, I worked out, every day in fact, I even worked out on the day that my water broke. Still during those 36 weeks (he was early), I gained 40 pounds. Which is not bad according to the most doctors, but on the high end of what you should gain. Its not like I sat around and ate sweets. In fact, I craved cheese. And I put cheese on every and any thing...hmmm, perhaps that's why I gained so much weight. But anyhow, here I was, 30 and had just given birth. While I did lose the majority of the "baby" weight, I never could get myself back in the gym. I mean just when did I have the time? I worked 8+ hours a day and had a baby and hubby to take care of at home. So I never could drop those last 10/15 pounds. Which brings me to today.
Recently, Steve posted about how bad and off BMI is. After reading the studies, I would have to agree. I mean it was created in the mid to late 1800's. So this morning I stepped on his wonderful little scale and did my body fat%. HOLY.CRAP.ON.A.STICK!!!! I.AM.GOING.TO.DIE.A.FATTY!!! Case in point, my BMI for my height (5'5") and weight (137) is 22, which in the "normal healthy" range. My body fat% for my height, weight and age (34) is 36%!! According to the "experts" I am morbidly obese, should be NO more than 32% . Let's face it Mama Cass had a lower body fat% than I do.
Then I read my fitness magazines. "They" say you should throw out the scale and judge based off of how your clothes fit. Okay, so my size 8's, while they have gotten a little snug over the past few months, still to the job. And thankfully, without muffin tops!! So while I don't know the Muffin (wo)Man, I HAVE become the Stay Puft Marshmallow (wo)Man. Now, please excuse me, while I go gorge myself on carrot sticks and hop on the treadmill until I pass out from exhaustion. *sigh*

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The C*ntpire Strikes Back

As I have mentioned here and here, the c*nt has been after my 4 year old son. Here's another message that she sent me via facebook. Again, those of you who are my friends are on Facebook, know that I have already mentioned that she sent me a direct message, well here it is. How a 40 year old "woman", a "human", a "mother" can attack an innocent 4 year old, I will NEVER know!!! So here is what the c*nt sent me on October 19th @ 10pm:

"My kids aren't the ones who cry for no reason that would be your brat. I've been told the stories of how he whines when you leave the room, cries because you served the wrong mac n cheese. Like I said he is a strong candidate to get his ass kicked by the time he hits kindergarten. Look at how fucked up your son is."

Are you kidding me?!?! Again, what 40 year old MOTHER says that about another child. I'm just speechless!!!

C*nt Face Wars

As I mentioned in a previous post Preston and I had a run in with the C*nt Face Whore that is Steve's ex. Well since that day she has been sending me direct messages on FaceBook. Those of you who follow me on Facebook know that I have alluded to those messages. I'm sorry, IDK maybe its me, but I really don't give a rats @$$ what she says about me, but when she includes my son in her rambling, then like a great hockey rivalry between the Sharks and the Penguins, the gloves are off. And this Mama Bear is NOT afraid to throw her gloves down and take on the c*nt. Funny enough, whenever I do encounter the c*nt, all she does is call her son on the phone or call Steve. She talks big, but can't put the money where her mouth is, sort of speak. I prey to the Gods and Goddesses that I meet her in a dark alley one night. Truth be told, I'm a lover not a fighter. But I was an award winning debater in College and in high school. And honestly, I have picked fights with both girls and guys in the past. IDK call it the Aries in me or the Irish in me, but I stick up for those that I LOVe and the things that I belive in and when you are wrong, you are just flat out wrong.....whoops appears that I got off topic. So the c*nt face, known as Brenda *gag* has been direct messaging me on FaceBook. Like the good Irish-Catholic girl that I am, I have NOT been responding to her, which I'm sure is pissing her off...good! But I thought y'all should know what she has been saying about my sweet, loving 4 year old son, who can't, really, defend himself. So I offer you message#1

"So Like I said before you are a complete fucking bitch and my son feels the same and he would rather have no relationship with his father then have to see your fucking ugly ass face every other weekend and Zoe will soon learn that all you do is try and buy her affection like I said before if you really want her to like you then get her the iPhone (yeah cuz evey 3 year old NEEDS an iPhone) she so desparatly wants that might do the trick because all the crappy ass toys you buy her are truly a waste of money. (heres the kicker) By the way your son should be extremely thankful that he didn't get your big ass nose, you really should change your facebook picture to something a little more flattering because the only thing you see in the pic is your nose. I hope he doesn't bet beat up a lot either with a name like Preston and you for a mother that is already 2 strikes agianst him when he goes to school and then the fact that he is such a momma's boy won't help him either. You should really get him some self defense classes because he will need them."

Really you douche?!?! What do you guys think?!?!

I'm tired....oh so tired!!!

I'm SO tired. I'm tired of arguing. I'm tired of feeling the way I do. I'm tired of trying to be perfect. I'm tired of living in this state. I'm tired of everything I say being wrong. I'm tired of old suspicions creeping back in. I'm tired of second guessing. I'm tired of feeling like I care more than you do. I'm tired of walking on eggshells. I'm tired of feeling like even when I'm doing "good", you still don't believe me. I'm tired of feeling like I can't really be open and honest with you. I'm tired of feeling like I'm being left behind. I'm tired of feeling like I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm tired of feeling like you are slipping away. I'm tired of trying to grasp at straws. I'm tired of my old habits and their aftermath. I'm tired of not having having family around. I'm tired of not having friends around. I'm tired of being by myself. I'm tired of not being a part of your life. I'm tired of finding out shit on the Internet. I'm tired of us never talking to each other anymore. I'm tired of NOT knowing the answer to the question. I'm SO FUCKING TIRED OF IT ALL!!!