" 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.
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
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 really, at this point, I’m going to just eat whatever. All of the things. Much to my advantage, the heartburn keeps me from ever really over-eating or eating much of anything after like, 7pm unless I want to be up all night feeling like someone’s firing a blowtorch down my throat.
Solid advice. If you’re 7 months pregnant, never Google image “fudge brownies”.
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Were my parents happy? When? And with what?
Each other? They’ve been divorced for almost 25 years, so evidently not. Are they happy now? I think so.
Such a bizarre, creeperesque “anonymous” question that I only answered it for the chance to add that there is a visitor tracker installed on my tumblr, and while I haven’t cared enough to log into it more than probably three times … ever, my curiosity got the best of me. It doesn’t give me your name or address, but generally it does provide enough information for me to narrow it down. I know you creeped all over my page at like 5am the other night and have been checking in with me daily since. While your interest is flattering, you might want to get a life.
If not, enjoy continuing to be obsessed with mine. Have you visited my facebook lately? I keep everything public. Intentionally. Knock yourself out. ;)
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.
Terroristic threats!
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.
I just had to Google this because I had no idea what it meant. I have received it as a response/comment twice now, and the first time I honestly just chalked it up to a bizarre typo or some kind of high-tech emoticon that I failed to understand.
For those of you who are also not fucking internet l33tg33ks and also do not understand what this means, here’s help:
“too long; didn’t read”
As for a response, thank you. Thank you for not taking the time out of your busy/important internet surfing to read a post (assuming because you’re too focused on posting and/or saving your reblogs/likes/comments for pictures of other people’s testicles on the internet), yet taking the time to type an obscenely insignificant response to such a post.
And apology accepted in advance for wasting the 10 seconds of my life that it took to look that up that I’ll never get back, because upon actually knowing its meaning, I still don’t care.
=)
Lots of buzz about the upcoming snowstorm forecast for later this week. Most of us don’t want it and are hoping for cancellations/snow days, or that something shifts and the white stuff misses completely. There is always, however, someone hoping for maximum snowfall and cheering on a big storm because they think snow is cool, despite the risk of danger that it brings. Here are some fun facts for all of the snow-lovers out there:
- At least 12 deaths (so far) can be directly attributed to the snowstorm that hit the Northeast U.S. last week. Hundreds of people die from winter weather-related crashes each year, along with exposure, over-exertion, or even fire-related deaths as a result of improper use of portable heaters.
- Almost 600,000 people are still without power along the Northeast coast right now. Families are looking for alternate places to stay or figuring out how to survive sub-freezing temperatures without heat.
- Annually, snow alone causes hundreds of thousands of dollars of property damage. Your vehicle is wrecked, your home suffers water damage, a weighed down branch falls on your car, or your house, or one of your family members.
Some people don’t have the luxury of sitting inside and doing nothing while 2 feet of snow piles up around us. Most of us have jobs that DON’T cancel during/after a snowstorm, and a lot of people miss parts of their paychecks or risk losing their jobs or being reprimanded for it if they “call in” due to bad weather. We dig out and take the risk, or we worry about loved ones that did. Many of us end up missing work anyway because we’d rather be shorted a few bucks than die, but the fact is if you have a responsibility to be there, being gone a few days just because some snow hit the ground isn’t usually a realistic option.
In short, being armed with this (what I feel is common) knowledge, doesn’t hoping for a snowstorm seem like almost the dumbest train of thought one could possibly conjure up? Have you no one to be concerned for if their power goes out for days or if they’re trying to safely make it home to their families?
Sincerely,
Someone who bets that no one from the Philippines has ever uttered the words “I love tsunamis.”
Ten minutes and twenty-four seconds of YouTube that has improved the quality of my life.
This is now a Justin Timberlake blog.
No apologies.
I received this in a text message this afternoon.
FYI, it is somewhat effective.
Around your 18th-20th week of pregnancy, all you can think about is feeling your baby move for the first time because it’s probably hands down quite seriously pretty much the most amazing thing to experience and you obsess over every tiny gas bubble or spasm that probably isn’t even fetal movement but it could have been fetal movement but you’ll never know because it basically feels like the same thing but then when you get those first couple definite baby flutters you almost end up crying uncontrollably at your desk in the middle of the day because reality really sets in and omg it’s like meeting your UNBORN CHILD for the first time and all of those warm fuzzy thoughts about how miraculous it is that you can harbor this tiny helpless little being inside of your own body for a number of months then it’s BORN and you did that I mean YOU MADE THAT you made the toenails and eyelashes and EVERYTHING and it’s all so overwhelming that you can’t even wrap your mind around it so you try to just play it cool but inside you’re unquestionably exploding with emotion and happiness and excitement every single time your baby moves.
It’s kind of funny how 10 weeks later you wonder what the Hell you were thinking because now your little miracle has packed on a few pounds and it won’t STOP moving and basically it’s more like kicking the shit out of you every day.
