TGIF. Like really, it's been ahellof long week.
I confess that I want to ditch all my intentions and plans for this weekend, come home from work tonight, get a shower and not leave my house til Monday.
I confess that I acted like a basset hound at IGA yesterday. I could smell watermelon something fierce. And I wanted it something fierce. But I couldn't find it anywhere. That is until my handy pregnant nose led to me to the back room where an employee was slicing it. She either sympathized with me or thought I was crazy. Either way she allowed me to have a fresh container full. And it was Yum-O!
I confess that I over charged someone $8.00 on their bill yesterday. Completely on ACCIDENT and I feel absolutely terrible. I know who the guy is, but I don't know him know him. I want to give him the money back some way, some how. Any ideas? (without freaking him out of course)
I confess that I got a little overly excited when I saw the ad in the paper, that the KC Hall in Evansville is starting their Fish Fry Buffet tonight!
I confess that I actually started tearing up during the song 'Bitch' on my way to school the other day. Who does that? That is a feel good song. Impowering song. Kareokee song. NOT a weaping song.
I confess that I gave up on Luke's PT. Seriously, I don't think he's ready. I'm not going to compare him to his peers. When the time is right, he'll let me know.
I confess that I cannot wait to move. 'One' of my neighbors drives me bonkers. Like really, if I see him headed over, I run in the house. Or if he knocks on our door, I pretend like I'm not home (even though he knows I am) I can't be fake nice anymore. I'm not over exaggerating here folks. Ex: One summer afternoon when I was pregnant with Luke, I was taking a nap on the couch (with just a t-shirt on). I knew Trav was going to be home any minute, so when I heard the door open I just kept my eyes closed. Sure enough it was the creeper!!! Or when Trav walked out to OUR shed & there was a broken washer and dryer sitting in it. Or whenever he decided to run over OUR fire pit with a riding lawn mower that he decided to do one strip through OUR yard. Or when we came home one day to him using OUR water & soap to wash his van in OUR yard. Or when we rake OUR leaves and then he proceeds to take his leaf blower and blow all his leaves into OUR yard. Or... ok. I'm done for now. But seriously, do you get the picture?! It's bad. Reeeal bad. No wonder no one has bought our house. He probably does a meet & greet when the come to look at it. alsioruowiaj!!!
I confess that I bought Herbal Essences Shampoo this week which I haven't done in a long time. My beauty school friend would give me a lecture on how bad it is for my hair, but it smells oh so good! My hair is probably f'd anyways.
I confess that I recently took on a couple extra shifts at The Office and am already 'kind of' regretting it. I mean, the money is nice. The socializing is nice. But I'm freakin wore out. School. Work. Pregnant. Mommy. Wife. takes a toll on you. But I know if I quit (if you really want to call it that, not sure if I can ever actually quit there) I'll get bored and miss it.
I confess that it drives me crazy when people over exaggerate or just plain out lie. Really? Why? What IS the point?! Just be honest. Facebook is a perfect opportunity for the exaggeration and lying. Sometimes they crack me up. 'I'm 4 weeks pregnant & just felt the baby kick!' Ummm, no. 'Georgy turned 3 months old today & can recite the ABC's'. Come on now! Yes, being pregnant & being a mommy is exciting. Bragging rights are a given. But get real. I bet when I run into you & Georgy at the grocery store all he is going to be doing is blowing raspberries :P
Oh blogger buddies, have a great weekend!!!
Don't drink & drive. Sip & go slow ;)
6 comments:
i hear ya on the neighbor deal. ours arent as bad as yours, but i have a feeling some "fishy" things are going on with some of ours. different cars show up at all times of the day, staying for 5-6 minutes tops, and come back out and i watch them pull money out of their pockets and count it up, then like 5 min later they pull away. WTF is up with that? DO NOT park in front of my house and do that crap! ugh i want to turn them in for suspicious activity or something like that.
I'm not forcing the PTing either. I just honestly am not that worried about it. (And I hear ya on the comparing thing. No, our children are not in a competition, people!)
I would flip out if I had neighbors like that! (But not do a thing about it cause I'm a weenie and I hate confrontation!)
Totally know how you feel with the neighbor thing....yesterday one of our neighbors called my MIL to let her know that I was home & that my grandpa put something in my mailbox!! WTF?!?!?!
I confess that I'm giving soda up for lent and I'm really starting to think it might be a bad idea and I'm thisclose to changing my mind!
I get tired of parents who treat their kids badly and don't even TRY! And then come to school and brag about it to complete strangers like we should be impressed... it makes me sick! We are only human, and we are going to make mistakes, but seriously?! How could someone have Multiple children and not even Try to do a good job raising them?! Ugh I could scream. I could go on and on but I won't. However, In the case of the momma who was 4 weeks along and feeling her baby kick... haha probably gas :)
Wow your neighbor is seiously like that. I would have to punch him in his face and blame it on the hormones.
I confess I already have Wyatts birthday gifts picked out and one ready and waiting. I am a planner what can I say. His birthday is May 30th.
Ok, ladies. I SO have to write a post about the most EPIC neigbor story now. You either will pee yourself or never want to be our neighbors. haha.
Adrien. Isn't it hard NOT to compare though? I'm going to try not to worry about it. I think this summer will be a much better time (ya know when I have a nb and will have all the time in the world ha). Now if he ever has to wear size 6 diapers, I might get worried. Seriously? Who do they make those for a 7 year old?
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