Friday, May 08, 2009

Damn Lucky To Get A Post At All

You know what? You're getting in bullet form today and you're damn well going to like it.

Raise your hand if that got you a little hot.


* DQ made it to a year with The Boyfriend Who Might Or Might Not Be Gay, then broke up with him the very next day. She's cold that way. Today, they are back together. My head hurts and I am officially dreading the next 4 years.

* Today was the Spring tea at preschool and I stuffed my effing face. I predict at least a three pound weight gain. Yay!


* I dreamt about goats last night. They were chasing me and trying to chew on my pants. I woke up to some "amorous advances" from my husband. I'm not sure what this says about my marriage, but I'm too afraid to examine it closely.

* Farm Town continues to fascinate me. I made a spreadsheet for my farm. Biggest. Nerd. Ever.

*All I want for Mother's Day is some peace and quiet. Seriously. And some White Citrus lotion from Bath and Body Works.

*My bad attitude has developed horns, a tail and is carrying a pitchfork. I'm naming it Belinda.

*STILL haven't planted my garden. The IRL one, anyway. My virtual one is going great guns, thanks for asking.

* On a positive note, school pictures came and I have to say, my kids are pretty dang cute.






Drama Queen




Missy Hoohaw


Big Red

Yes, I know, he's not really red-headed anymore, and I could give him a new nick-name, but my laziness is a pretty well-established fact, so deal with it.

Hopefully, I'll come back from this weekend refreshed and cheerful and not resenting the time it takes to write a post when I could be tending my "farm."

9 comments:

Maggie said...

I am cracking up... seriously girl, you need to have those dreams analyzed. LOL

OK, I took the liberty of looking up 'goats' in your dreams:

Goats are symbolic of sexuality, sexual desire, and lechery.

No comment. lol

Ugh, I am with you on the stuffing of the face. We went out tonight and I swear I am never eating again!! Misery at it's finest... right here... right now!!

Very cute pics of the kids. =)

Happy Mother's Day!!

David Dust said...

You CRACK ME UP! The whole Farm Town/Goat Dream/Husband feeling you up thing needs to be looked at. I'm afraid of what experts may find.

The kids are gorgeous. As is their mother.

I pigged out on KFC tonight - it was DELISH, but I'm going to regret it in the morning.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

Andrea said...

They got back together, UGH! Oh well.

The kids' pictures turned out super cute. At this point it would be hard for any other nickname to stick. He's red, even if he's no longer red.

Looking forward to Sunday!

Mamalang said...

I saw a card that said something about the real gift for mother's day is everyone else leaving the house for the day, and mom staying home. that is perfect.

LMAO about the goats...esp in light of the definition in Maggie's comments.

Marni's Organized Mess said...

I love it, you are freaking awesome hilarious. LOVE the pics. :)

Beth said...

LOL!!!!! I almost pee my pants everytime I read you! and after 5 kids, it's very easy for me to pee my pants.

the pix are great and the Kids are BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!

Ramona said...

I have to agree - you have the darndest cute kids. DQ looks just like her mama!

jennyonthespot said...

Aw Jen.... cute, cute, cute... I am also dreading the next 4 years FOR you... love ya... so much!

D... said...

Aw, your kids are cuties! You aren't biased at all.

I have a farm on farmtown. But, I've never done a thing with it. Maybe during summer break I'll get into it.

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