Too soon

Buddha has been asking me about why people call their mommies MOM. Then today he drops a bomb on me. He tells me he will call me mom, and then he does it in a natural sentence.

So he's now a little boy, and we'll now be going to get his long hair chopped off.

This makes me want to have another baby. Maybe watching him and his sister chase each other through the house with a broom will get rid of that feeling. Maybe.

Piggies!

We finally have enough hair to pull into a semi pigtail!

My week

This week will be a busy busy week for me. I have to bake 6 loaves of bread and drop them off, but and deliver a buttload of soft drinks, participate in something HUGE for our website, and then Thursday is my Sabbath... my day where I say HMMPH! to any and all and I enjoy a delicious dinner and watch Twilight in preparation for the midnight showing of New Moon. We were there last year for the midnight showing of Twilight and this year is no different.

Then on Friday, I will be a zombie... then on Saturday we have a grownup birthday party.

There are just no words.

If you claim to love Twilight, I think you need to reconsider your level of fandom.

Book Snobs

I hate 'em. They think they're smarter than everyone else because they find meaning in a book that most people don't. I can usually find that meaning too, but don't feel the need to hold it over anyone's head. Hell, I'm just happy that people read at all. I'm not going to criticize them for reading romance novels or say.... TWILIGHT. How insecure are people that they need to make everyone else feel stupid? And newsflash: finding meaning in an obscure book is not that big of a deal. Get over yourself. It's not like you can read minds...

Also, one of my pet peeves is when people hate something just because it is popular. And this is happening to Twilight. I know the writing is shotty, and if you hate it for that reason I can respect that. It's the wishy woshy people who come in and out in their liking of it that are annoying. One day they love it, then they hate it, then they love it... we get it okay! You're just one of those sheeple who bases their likes on everyone else's. Now zip it while I read more fan fiction.

Just in time for Veteran's Day

Buddha saw an "army man" today and HAD to say Hi to him. So I let him. We've talked a lot lately about what the military is and what they do, and sadly, why we have to have them. So today he went up and said hi to the man, told him his name and asked if he drove a tank. The man said no, that he was some kind of tactical something or another, I forget. Then, before we left Buddha looked at him and said in the sincerest manner, "Thank you." While we walked away I wondered if he was just thanking him for talking to him or what... so I asked him why he thanked him and he told me it was because he is a good guy who keeps the bad guys away for us.

And I have to admit, I was a little awestruck when I thought about some members of our military who really devote themselves to a principal so taken for granted. Freedom is really worth it all.

Now to explain to Buddha why so many wars are fought over religion. Oh wait, I don't know how to explain that.

Need another reason to hate me?

I know there is an unwritten rule with women that we can't be proud of ourselves for fear of other women feeling bad. I say to hell with that rule. My pride shouldn't determine yours. While I'm at it, I say to hell with women like that. If what I'm about to write makes you feel nervous or anxious, or makes you downright mad, then chances are you need to put down your potato chips.

I am proud of myself. I joined the gym 10 months ago and have been going several times a week every week. (minus a week or two for a horrid sinus infection) And I am seeing results. And I'm motherfucking proud of myself. I'm not the gym type. I join and slack off because I'm naturally skinny and without fat you have no reason to exercise. This was the year of my 30th birthday and my promise to myself was to be healthier. If I can't kick the eggrolls and booze then I'm going to have to start getting my lazy ass off the couch. Something's gotta give right? I'm not 19 anymore. So I've done it and I've done it well might I add. Husband has been telling me that he can see a difference for a few months now, and I'm finally seeing it too. And let me tell you, this shit is firm.

So hate me if you must. Just don't throw any quarters at me unless you want them to bounce off of my firm, white, ass and smack you in the face. Biiaaatch. (Biiaaatch thrown in for good measure.)

Trick or Treat!