Anyhow, I got a promotion. It's awesome. I'm not just a writer anymore, I'm Managing Editor. What? I know, right?! I'm cheesing just writing it. I have so many awesome ideas, and it seems like I'm constantly writing them down. They just come to me.. I don't know. Whatever.
My last article? It's gotten a lot of attention. I guess people really like when they get to read someone else ranting away. I just get so mad when people do stupid shit. Like, really, if you want to say you're obsessed with zombies, at least know something about them. And Tim Burton stuff.. I swear, the next time someone sits there and says they're obsessed with The Nightmare Before Christmas and Tim Burton's work, I'm going to die. Or dragon kick the shit out of them. It's so annoying. If you like it, cool. Say that. Don't be like "OMFGIMTOTALLYOBSESSEDANDILOVEALLOFTHETHINGS!!!!"
Be honest with yourself. Also, don't talk about it in front of me. When I contradict you, and you get pissed off, it makes me really sad for you. If you're going to fan girl all over something, learn about it first. That's all I'm asking.
I've been doing some pretty amazing cooking lately, I'm not even gonna lie. I've made barbecue chicken that will blow your mind, lots of yummy pasta salad, anything I can put spinach in, great spaghetti and pizzas, and I made some ridiculously awesome parmesan crusted chicken breasts, that were probably the greatest things ever the other night.. err.. last night? Anyway... moving on, since I just completely blanked out on what all I've made lately..
Kiddo has been driving me nuts. I can't wait until the three stage is over. I wish I had the terrible two's back.. so hard.. omg. She refuses to listen to me, and is mean as shit until Husband gets home. When he gets home, she's good for him. I hate being the least favourite parent. It blows. At least the cat loves me.. and even he gets pissy when he thinks I'm not going to remember to give him his second scoop of food before bed. I can't catch a break.
I seriously think I married a dumbass. He walked past me, just now, with his ass hanging out of his shorts. I hate that shit. He knows this. So what does he do when I tell him to pull them up? He comes back out with them around his knees and asks me who I was talking to.
Someone, anyone, husband for sale. You can have him.
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With all the amazing cooking you've been doing, maybe some recipe sharing would be in order so we can follow your lead. ;)
ReplyDeleteLittle Dude (who just turned 4 in November) has been a major handful lately - all the same things your kiddo is doing. It would be nice not to have to be the enforcer Every. Single. Day.
Your hubby and mine could be brothers - while my hubby doesn't let his butt hang out of his shorts, he does other dumbass stuff that has me scratching my head. ;)
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I'm always cooking something, but it's hard to recipe share when most of my stuff comes out of my head.
DeleteI'm actually going to start trying, so it should work out.. I hope.
Husband confuses me. Mostly, he pisses me off. But I find subtle ways to deal with his douchebaggery that make me laugh.
Kiddo.. I think she hates me right now. I'm like Osama and she's George Bush. It's serious business.