drink your juice.: I was just lying in bed with my... →
christinefriar: I was just lying in bed with my shower-wet hair wrapped in a towel trying to unpack why the ever-growing social media holiday blitz bums me out, when I stumbled onto a thought train that I felt okay about. Somewhere along the line my mom decided to be a mom. She chose me. I was in her, and she…
I’m eating a Fat Free Tapioca Snack Pack that I found in the fridge, but I can’t even recall the last time I bought these. The packaging indicates that it’s ”Best by May 28 2013”, but I’m going to be honest—the freshness of this stuff is clearly questionable. … yolo.
So, I’m sitting on the couch and watching daytime TV (which is terrible, by the way), and the name of the defendant on Judge Alex is ”Harry Johnson”. Just so we’re all on the same page in terms of my maturity level, every time this dude’s name is mentioned, my inner 13 year old boy chuckles.
B-I-G ... P-O ... P-P-A ...
90s at noon on my radio. I dare you to not sing/say it.
The Day After Tax Day
First of all, yesterday sucked the biggest balls. Like … more than I can even convey. Last year I’m pretty sure tax season was officially over for my office by noon. Yesterday, we were still INPUTTING returns into the tax program at 5pm. No bueno. I’m certain that having a full-term infant practically hanging out of me didn’t help matters, but eh. I lived through it. Just...
Bombing at the Boston Marathon. You know how this situation could have been avoided? If only bombs were illegal! Oh wait.
That reminds me ...
Last night, something adorable happened. Preface: At 8 years old, my daughter has not yet mastered the art of riding a bike without training wheels. Number of factors contribute to this. Mostly lack of interest, but also, she’s a chicken-shit and gets frustrated easily by not being able to master something within 10 minutes. Example: This girl sobbed as a preschooler that she would never be able...
Signs of Spring
Random neighborhood children are ringing the doorbell at 9:30am to see if my daughter (who is still asleep) can come out to play. Have I ever mentioned that my home/yard has consistently been a social hub for 6-10 year-olds for the last several years? How do I afford this rock-and-roll lifestyle?
I just re-thought of something that made me laugh...
Me: So we're having (family) photos taken four days after I give birth.
James: Really ...
James: Well, there's always Photoshop.
Huskers' Spring Game: Not so much about football;... →
I think probably the most annoying thing ever could be not being able to breathe through your nose. And if you’ve been following along: Yes. I have, in fact, been sick for like 2 months. So over it.
Countdown update: FIFTEEN (work) days. Aaaaahhhh. Pre-admission @ the hospital tomorrow! Excited and freakin’ out, man. This went entirely too fast.
Surprise Easter break visit from Austin! Yay Austin!
The snow is barely all melted (with the chance of more forecasted for early next week—WHAT THE HELL. STAAAAAHHHP.) and I’m already thinking about/researching what to put in my favorite flower planter. This has been a post by a 31 year old channeling her 74 year old grandmother. Probably more nesting things. Also painting my kitchen on the first decent weekend I get the chance.
Get 2 hours of sleep throughout the night and spend the entire day struggling with a flare-up of pregnancy-induced ailments? At my desk at 8am sharp and work the entire day barely even considering the alternative. A week later, I get a full night’s rest and wake up feeling fine (all things considered), but the urge to clean carpet enters my mind mid-shower. … It’s 11am and...
When a department store holds a $25 Shoe Event and you happen to have a “$10 off of $25” coupon, it’s like all of the stars aligned and it’s meant to be.
JANEE' DON'T READ
I hit a cat in the street the other day, and I didn’t even care. Like, I cared so little that I felt guilty for how little I cared. It didn’t die because I saw it run back to the curb, but it might be dead by now. I’ll never know, but I really don’t care. If it had been a dog, I’d still be processing/recovering from this. I think I’d have an easier time...
I was thinking about updating my blog description/subtitle. Throwing around a few ideas. “RegularInConsistency: Serving 53 followers, 35 of which are probably robots, since 2009ish” “RegularInConsistency: Look what I can do with fruit peels” “RegularInConsistency: Anti-Obama, Pro-Timberlake. Not much else happening in my brain” “RegularInConsistency:...
The “wives, sisters, daughters” line of argument comes up all the fucking time....– The Believer Logger: I am not your wife, sister or daughter One of the most incisive responses to some of the rhetoric we’ve been hearing in the wake of the Steubenville rape verdict is this blog post over at The Belle Jar. Jah feel this. (via drinkyourjuice) Wait. WAIT. BUT OBAMA IS...
I don’t know exactly what time I went to bed last night. Just wasn’t paying attention to the time. I’m guessing it was in the neighborhood of midnight. 3:00 am: Awakened by the throat-blowtorch heartburn. Got out of bed, peed (duh), got a drink of water, munched some TUMS, and attempted to get comfortably situated back in bed. Dozed off and on until 7, but mostly just layed awake wishing I was...
x3: giving blowjobs for louboutins. what you call that? head over heels Would strongly consider.
funruiner: Dizzy when I don’t eat, dizzy when I do, even if it’s shit like salad with no dressing because life forbid I’m not allergic to something. Dizzy when I drink enough water to make my body cramp, dizzy if I don’t drink enough. I probably have an allergy to water now or an allergy to life. That’s it. I’m positive I’m allergic to life. I’ve been saying that you’re...
theillperipheral replied to your post: Ever check in to tumblr and it just hits you… Influenza. What’s next, you catch the grippe? P.S. you couldn’t stay away for a week. Nah, I wouldn’t disappear for a week. I was crabby on all levels that day, for no other reason than being incredibly, incredibly tired. I am, however, taking action against my own dashboard by doing some unfollowing....
singingmyheartsong: Immigrant Tale (Saturday Night Live) (by NBC) Did you guys know that JT is hosting this week’s SNL? Because you know. I’m not planning the next 3 days of my life around it or anything. Love this kid!
Ever check in to tumblr and it just hits you (moreso than normal) that everyone just keeps regurgitating the same 3-5 posts forever and always (myself included) and it just suddenly annoys the ever-loving-shit out of you? Yeah, me too. See you in a week, tumblr. P.S. 32 weeks pregnant and I lost 5 lbs. last week. Thanks, influenza.
”tl; dr”-free, tiny political rant
It’s kind of neat how ol B.O. is trying scare tactics to freak everyone out about the sequestration and blame its repercussions on Republicans … considering HE SIGNED IT INTO LAW, and, DUH REPUBLICANS WANT TO CUT SPENDING. God. But hey, did everyone see what Michelle wore for her appearance at the Oscars??
omg, I’m dying
funruiner replied to your photo: Er. Mah. Gerd. Solid advice. If you’re 7 months… I’d totally make those for you. Even though I’m probably intolerant or allergic to every ingredient ‘cept the butter. …so far. Whaaaaat? You’re not supposed to ENABLE me! On a bright note, despite feeling (and to me, looking) like it’s been closer to 40, I have actually only gained 17 lbs. So...
Anonymous asked: were your parents happy
funruiner replied to your post: Random 4x4 are for sissies. Did you borrow it or did you finally buy a new vehicle? We bought a truck in Janua—December. Yeah. December. It’s not a huge truck, but I’m short anyway. And with 7 months of baby gestating inside of me slowing my roll, thank God there is a step on this vehicle or I would seriously not be able to get into it.
Snowpocalypse today, right? I’m driving a lifted 4x4 that I almost need a stepladder to get into. If I get any fatter, this might be a problem. Justin Timberlake is on the radio. Justin Timberlake is in my swype dictionary and I didn’t put it there. Awesome. It’s 8:30am and I’m craving french fries. I don’t even really like french fries.
Anonymous asked: OH YOU ARE DEAD! DEAD!
RIP grumpycookie’s tumblr. He deleted his account. Something about it getting more and more difficult to suppress his homosexuality with all of the JT and testicles flying around the internet. Friends can pay their respects by donating to Gays Anonymous or your nearest MRSA research center.