Automatic fail at NoProBlaMo #2

So unless I wake up even earlier tomorrow to blog I will again fail at NoProBlaMo because I am going out of town for the day…graw…returning Saturday afternoon with MOUNDS of Girl Scout cookies (EEKS) but fear not….they are not all for me

Not much of an eventful evening last night…just hung out with the kids and shaved my legs Suprisignly got the b/f to watch John & Kate + 8 while dishing out backrubs to each other.  I did manage to get dishes and recycling done and unclog the bathtub!   I dont have a lot to say other than I am getting stoked for the five cheese manicotti in the cafe that i am about to go get.  Maybe i will update later about something fascinating that is not going to happen

Spaceballs scared my son!

One of the most hilarious Mel Brooks movies of all times scared the living crap out of my son.  His dad is a moron….popped the END of the movie in and what does my son see but this guy

watch out i'll scare your 4 year old

and this guy too…regardless of how much Ty loves cheese pizza

                         

So yeah…when he got home last night when it was bath time we went upstairs and he made me turn on EVERY LIGHT and i couldn’t leave his side next to the tub.  He started panicking and shaking and talking about some little guy coming out of a belly…so I called his sister up and asked her what in the heck he was talking about….when she described “well dad put in a movie that had this little alien pop out of a guys stomach and started singing” and then i knew….MEL BROOKS—-thanks!

Why its a pleasure to scare the crap out of your son!

So here is my son, in the bathtub, shaking like crazy and scared to death.  As you can imagine none of us got ANY sleep last night…and the poor b/f was up 1/2 night sick and had to be up at 3:15 am for work.   His father has now received a tongue lashing for A) scaring the hell out of my son and B) preventing me from ever watching this with my son in the room for the next couple of years.  —-maybe he’ll like Monty Python

NOOOO--I wont scare your son at all

Who the hell dubbed me ‘woman’

Yes I take pride in a job well done but who the fuck decided that its the womans responsibility to make sure that everyone does a job well done.  MOTHER FUCKERS…am I little pissed right now DAMN STRAIGHT.  I love my children but why cant they do any task on their own with out me asking and then continuously reminding them.  Why must I remind the man of the house to do the the three things that he is responsible for GARBAGE, CARS, BUYING ME FLOWERS….thats all i fucking ask…so why do I have to tell you when the garbage needs to be empty?  WHy do I have to threaten with spending $30 at the mechanic to get an oil change instead of you doing it yourself.  WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO BE A PERMANANT TO DO LIST FOR EVEREYONE ELSE. 

to top it off….why cant i get stressed or have a bad day and expect everything to be done for me cuz i decided that today was just one of those days and i was gonna leave it.  Oh yeah…cuz if i leave it, it’ll be there tomorrow.  sometimes i really wish i had been born with the other chromosone

OK…if i had any readers other than the two (actually now three…my first male reader) that normally read…this blog probably scared the crap out of them.  Unfortunately, i just had a really REALLY bad night of having to remind everyone of everything.  I do not like to ask for help and yet I get stressed having to do everything myself….see my problem.  Very much so a double edged sword….it seriously sucks!  I apologize to my readers….I am very much sane again and do not mind delegating the same orders over and over anymore (or for now )  thanks for staying loyal to this insane typist.

NoProBlaMo–what-o?

No really I am not pointing fingers , but I had no idea about this NoProBlaMo business.  What —you’re implying that all I had to do was read Marcoda’s or Hampsters blogs and I would have known…how dare you turn this around on me.  Fine I GUESS you can…but you really shouldn’t…. I am really busy, especially this last weekend.  So…i am gonna do what Hampster did during the last NoProBlaMo…so on to today…and later tonight will be about tomorrow and tomorrow about today….I think it makes sense

I woke up to a beautiful baby girl this morning and she was the HAPPIEST baby girl I have ever seen. 

Just chillin in her pack N play gabbing away to herself.  It was awesome!   What was NOT awesome was the fact that I had very MINIMAL sleep and not cuz of baby but because dumb ass boyfriend picks the ONE day that there is a 5 month old infant in the house to walk stumbly drunk into the house and brought a friend home WTF! Yes I am relieved that neither of you drove, BUT what I dont get is that the guy who took you home both of YOUR vehicles are at HIS house….next time, just stay there…fucking drunk decision making.  ANd to make matters worse YES we got into a huge fight about this (remember its Sunday) morning.  

There have been some issues with me and the b/f however I am not here to bring you down -I’ll bring you down *.  How did the rest of today go? (its still Sunday you dope)_well I TOOK A NAP! After beautiful happy baby left and Ty ate lunch–we plopped Cat in the Hat in (the newer version with Mike Meyers) and i SLEPT (which was good cuz i needed it).  Woke up and did more laundry then cleaned and i mean CLEANED out the garage!  Why? Why didn’t I make the b/f do it since a garage is the MANS space….well he ordered a new engine for his car and in order for his engine and my car to have room i needed to clean the hell out of it…the b/f was at his rents for their sunday night dinners—so i had time (and I clean when I am angry—and I was still good and angry).  Not much else happened…maybe tomorrow (MONDAY) i’ll watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall ??? I have this crazy feeling that come Monday morning at work I will be in PAIN!

 

*there is a game for the PS3 that Ty plays called Little Big Planet and he learned this sone and his version of the lyrics are “If you sit on my my bush, i’ll bring you down, i’ll bring you down” —and now that i googled the actual lyrics i just ruined the whole cuteness to him singing this song OVER AND OVER AND OVER—crap on myself why dont I.