peanutbutter jelly time

This was a fun cleanup. I ended up hosing down the high chair…after I took Hazel out of the chair. Although I was tempted to leave her in it. The clean up would have gone much quicker but I imagine her mama wouldn’t have been happy about it.

what? me bitch?

I’m feeling a little bitchy today…okay, I’m feeling a little more bitchy than usual today. But since my live- streams of bitchiness only seem to get on the nerves of everyone under the Big Top, I am going to just get it out here. It’s random. It’s real. It’s what is on my hormonal mind today.

• I am so tired of our bitch~kitty, Ginger, gorging herself over her cat bowl and them promptly yakking it back up.
• Today I really don’t feel like fighting over food with Daniel and because I am in such a bitchy mood I let him know that.
• I hate that I made my boy cry over my refusal to fight over food today.
• I am annoyed over the fact that although I have spent the day getting a lot done it looks like nothing really has been done around the Big Top.
• The state of my state just irritates the hell out of me. While the talking heads of Sacramento continue to talk, talk, talk along with a lot of whining, bitching, moaning and groaning, people are losing their jobs, their homes, the programs they desperately need and I can’t get a hold of the DMV today to take care of one of the cars late vehicle registration because it is Furlough Friday.
• And speaking of politics or actually pundits, I challenge each and every male pundit (especially the ones from Fox News) to tell me that they have never, ever checked out a fine piece of ass before checking the girl’s ID. Of course news video proved that the President wasn’t checking out the rear view of a pretty seventeen year old but the pundits still rage on. C’mon guys, admit it. You have looked too.
• While I am so grateful that Bill is working steady again, I miss him so much while he is working these 6-10s to get a project at Stanford done. I’m glad he is staying with his friend, Gary in the Bay Area so I don’t have to stress about him commuting back and forth six days a week. Still I miss him. The kids miss him./ The dogs miss him.
• I just discovered that the reservations I made for a special birthday dinner for Bill is at a “dry” restaurant. I was really looking forward to sharing a nice bottle of wine with him over some fine Louisiana style cuisine.
• As always, I am so over having to always remind my circus clowns to pick up after themselves and show them where the trash can is.
• The fact that the Baby-Daddy is back seriously annoys the hell out of me. The fact that my daughter is irritated and annoyed about it seems to annoy me all the more. I mean she really didn’t have to petition for child support if she didn’t want him around.
• While I have to commend Baby-Daddy for making an effort, I am mystified over his overtures. You haven’t seen the kid since she was 2 months old so wouldn’t you at least ask her mama what size she is wearing these days before you buy a bunch of size 3T clothes…for a 13 month old. Most folks with some sense would have. Lordy, I hope that sweet baby didn’t get her brains from you!
• I think that the Valley Club and it’s members should be ashamed of themselves.
• I hate being the bad guy, the one who has to hold others accountable.
• While I am most definitely looking forward to our trip to Disneyland and Jodie’s dance nationals competition, I am not looking forward to the drive down and back. I imagine that Bill is not looking forward to it either. Perhaps he’ll let me drive part way. Then he can hit the imaginary brakes on the passenger side.