The Cycle

Ever hear of kids "pre-gaming" meals? No? Well mine do. First thing in the morning after, "good morning mommy," is can we have some cereal. No sooner is the cereal bowl empty, I have two pairs of huge blue eyes staring me down. "We are ready for our real breakfast now." Real breakfast= anything as long as its cooked. So I have no choice I have to scramble some eggs, or mix up some pancakes, usually sausage will suffice and earns and extra, "thanks mom you're awesome." Shortly after "real breakfast" is engulfed the blue eyes are burning holes through me again. "Where is our after breakfast snack?" Again, I am in the kitchen. I then have to clean the kitchen, yay! I have learned a lesson now, and that lesson is cook for lunch for crying out loud. Don't even bother making a sandwich, cause then I get the where's our real lunch. No sooner are the dishes done from breakfast and lunch that I am getting dinner together and whats the point to this story? I am peering into my kitchen and the dinner dishes need to be done, because I'll have to make "real breakfast" tomorrow morning.

Say It To My Face!

How many times as a female have we heard the phrase "say it to my face?" Only a million times. Guess what? You don't mean it when you say, "say it to my face." At leat thats what I think. I don't want anyone to say it to my face, at least if you are talking "behind my back," there is a chance it won't get back to me and even if it does it will have been twisted and contorted so many times I won't take it for fact. However, if you say it to my face there is a good chance someone is going to get punched in the face. So what sparked this you ask? There is someone (yay I'm talking behind her back!!) that is hinting that she may have heard that I may have talked behind her back. I did, but in fairness the things I said are all true and I did say some things directly to her because I think she is in the wrong. I did not, however tell her exactly what I think of her and what other people think of her and her husband and how freaking crazy and ridiculous they. Now if I walked up to her front door, knocked on it and she answered and I were to say:
"Hey Face! I think you are a disgusting human being, you pop too many pills, you drink too much and act like an asshole, your husband is a disgusting fat pig and every woman around is so sad that you have to lay in bed with him and we are all sick of you guys arguing about your sex life in front of everyone. You are a joke, and a loser and I can't stand you. I'm glad I always think of a reason not to hang out with you and I hope I never see your face again."

Really? You would rather someone say all that to your face? Just sayin................................

Really Strange Girls Night Out

So my girlfriends and I decided to meet up in Oakland at Mad Mex for some Big Azzzz Margaritas. Of course we get there and there were so many people we couldn't fight our way to the bar. Ho hum......what to do..... So we put our names on the waiting list for a table and were told it would be at least a half an hour. So myself, Heidi and Moira decided to walk down the street a little ways to India Garden to get a drink. We sat down and the guy, maybe the manager, carded us and took our drink order. He grabbed three glasses and looked lost put four cubes of ice in Heidi's glass and poured a ton of vodka in the glass splashed it with cranberry juice and put it in front of her. Meanwhile Moira is signaling me to get behind the bar and make our drinks. He then grabs a can of tomato juice looks at me and says "this isn't right" and walks away...............................he never came back. We thought we must have been on a hidden camera show or something, it was so bizarre. Heidi says lets just go. Well then another guy came out and started walking around but wouldn't acknowledge our presence. He disappeared behind the same door and we ran out. I still don't know what happened. Strange. Thankfully though we finally got our Big Azz Margaritas.

Facebook Games ie Zynga Games

I'm seriously ashamed of myself for the hours I put into "farming," and a "pet" in Petville. I have two dogs and I may have planted a real vegetable once in my entire life. Why is this so damn appealing to me? It's not! But yet I seriously get angry when my crops wilt or my pet runs away! The newest game Zynga has thrown at me FRONTIERVILLE! GRRRRRR This one is really addictive! It's like the Alpha dog of all Zynga games! What a huge waste of time. Now I get to plant crops and scare bears and beat snakes. I know it's stupid there is no payoff and yet I can't stop playing them. ahhhhhhhhhhh sigh!