Last year's wishes, are this year's apologies...

Ahem. I don't know what that was about, but I'm drowning in a sea of wedding plans & I hate every minute of it. Although, I know I am about to marry up & take one hell of a ride.

I don't have an interesting blog this week, really. I'm tired, I'm cranky & I'm ready to spend my days lounging at the pool. School's out in a week & if my kids don't start getting along I'm going to start whacking them.

Have a great weekend. I know I will be.



Carry on!

Now I lay me down, in front of a Lifetime movie.

Yesterday was glorious. I did almost absolutely nothing. J & I went out Saturday night with Hottie #2 & ended up spending yesterday hungover. Yes, we are getting old. And, no, this blog isn't about Saturday night, although, it was wild.

I just want to pause from this blog to share a laugh with you. I'm watching (don't laugh) Saved by the Bell this morning & I'm completely outraged by Zack Morris' shirt. It's denim, has a tribal print on the back & completely matches his jeans. Not to mention, he is wearing white tennis shoes. I may be laughing all week about this.

Anyways, Sunday, as I was not getting up off of the couch for anything, I was watching this Lifetime movie that hit really close to home. It was about a high school girl whose friends turned against her & started bullying her. I know, it was just a movie, but she even tries to overdose on her mom's sleeping pills. It really hit too close to home.

Not many people know it, but I went through something very similar when I was in 7th grade. I don't remember why, but my clique of friends turned against me & a few of the "bigger" girls started harrassing me in the hallway. I was getting teased, pushed & I was frightened to go to school every.single.day. To complicate matters, my mom was in rehab & I was living with my less-than-understanding Grandparents.

I started cutting myself. I would use my compass to take the plastic off of my disposable razor & I'd use the razor to cut myself. I also contemplated suicide & even wrote a suicide letter. When my mom got home, she went through my room & found everything. I ended up in a hospital where I finished 7th grade while getting the psychiatric help I needed.

I know that it was just a movie, but it really sparked up a lot of memories I have about what happened to me. After I completed my 90 days in the hospital while finishing up 7th grade, I spent the rest of my summer in an outpatient treatment. I learned to stand up for myself & when I started 8th grade, needless to say, I did not have the same issues. I do feel for those who went through something similar, because no child should ever be afraid to go to school.

What do you do when your vagina needs a quick sprucing up?

Clitter, anyone?

A big THANK YOU to MJ. Not only did you convince to me to go out on a date with J when I wasn't so sure he was my type (you realize this makes you solely responsible for this damn wedding, right?), but you also turned me on to Clitter. I mean, now that I'm getting married I may need a little something something extra to make sure he sticks around!

For clitter or worse!

What's worse than clitter? I do not know. Fabulous looking herpes? A sparkle baby? Maybe I should conduct a poll.

Oh MJ, how I love thee, let me count the ways.

1. You drove to Northern VA to see me. Enough said.

2. It was like old times. Drink too much alcohol, stay up way too late, lazy as shit Saturday mornings & I still pick up after the kids, immediately. OCD, much?

3. You tell stories like I blog. You are funny. You are awesome. And, had you wanted two hashbrowns I would have sprung for them, but instead we shared oatmeal.

4. SHOTGUN! Snicker, snicker, snicker, snort.

5. The 15 year old boy that slept over loves you, too.

6. Douche bag, anyone?

7. For once, we did not run out of beer nor did we need to make a beer run at 11:35pm.

8. I am now addicted to Basketball Wives. Thank you for turning me on to something new. That isn't the first time that has happened. Insert paranoid face here.

9. You give great head. I mean therapy. Yeah, therapy. I feel very theraputic.

10. I have a blast when I am with you even if I chase after you with a bottle of windex in one hand & a broom in the other. Please come back to visit soon. I heart you 5 million.

For you, my heart.

Random songs pop up & I got a place to put `em.

Songs from my past. And, then I just get giddy with excitement & post them! On my blog! Wahoo!



I love youtube. Here's another.



And last, but not least.



Totally fucking random. Enjoy.

A break from reality, or house cleaning!

Yes, people, I have a life. I have to clean this house - top to bottom - in an hour. Then get ready to volunteer at the school. (Oh why isn't school out, yet?)

Then I am having lunch with my male neighbor & we are taking a drive to Arlington to get swim suits for my twins. They start swim team today.

Oh, I have drama & it needs to be blogged, but I have to do these things.

Duty calls. Or something.