I get off at noonish today, and will be off until Monday. So I’m putting a bit of a rush on my Wordy Wednesday blog, and will most likely be away until then. I hope you all eat your hearts out, remember that calories are only temporary tomorrow, sleep during the football games, hug your families, and remember that we can be as thankful in a few days as we are tomorrow.
Let’s get this party started!
Does anybody know anybody in PETA? Because I’m starting wonder if they’re a government conspiracy group, like that Will Smith heads up like he did in that one movie. The name is escaping me.
Have you ever noticed that some cars (especially Nissan’s, dirty minded engineers, those.) have mirrors shaped like sticky-bras? Because I have.
Thriday. While I admire my friends creativity every single week on Thursday, I really, really get angsyty when they combine words like that. It’s Thursday, it will be all day. Especially tomorrow when we get to consume insane amounts of food and justify wearing stretchy pants, wheeeeeeeeee!
Someday I’m going to have such a pretty house, I won’t need a photo studio. “hi client, just come over and explore my house while I picture you”. And it’ll be cool, not nearly as creepy as it sounded.
I hate when people aren’t honest. It’s probably my biggest gripe. Especially if I confront you first, or admit my wrongdoings. It’s shady, and irritating, and it makes me want to punch your vagueness in the teeth. Hi, this is me being vague back, take that.
I get to clean a house today that’s not mine! *dance, dance*. It’s like Christmas morning for my OCD.
I hate turkey. Haaaaaaaaaaate it. I can tolerate the deep fried turkey if it’s smothered in gravy and promises to hide under the stuffing. Mostly on Thanksgiving, I quickly turn vegetarian and eat all the side dishes and pie.
My friend got a white-ink tattoo this week, and after seeing it in person IT’S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT. I want this so bad:
I discovered Boyce Avenue this week. Holy swoooooooooooon.
I wish it were impossible to cut people out of your life. Though I’m guilty of it all of twice, I think you should have to keep them in your life forever, even just as a foreshadow. Like a scar. Especially for those that do it all the time, with ease, as if it doesn’t affect anybody.
There are days I debate no longer blogging. Or Twittering. Or Facebooking. Not because nobody is listening, but because I worry everybody is listening. But I write to feel. And whether I do it to be heard, or to feel better, I like the vulnerability that comes with is.
I love being a mom. I love bragging about my kids, I love having little people that will cuddle with me more willingly than anything else in the house. I love feeling needed, and needing them. I love their eyelashes when they’re sleeping.
I want to get better at soups. I’ve conquered gravy, I can cook like a madoman over a hot stove, but soups intimidate me entirely. You get bonus points this week, for leaving a comment with tips or recipes.