So tonight I am making seafood au gratin for dinner. It is super delecious! Well I was putting it together to throw in the oven later and I was thinking of how it would make a great dish at Red Lobster. Then I said mmmmm Red Lobster biscuits. So here I sit now waiting to take my biscuits out of the oven. I was going to take a nap today, but normally my ass calls and begs for more jiggle to be added to it. The ass always wins. Really if you think about it that is true with just about everything in life. The ass always wins, ha ha.
I don't really know what I have to talk about today. I was told by a friend to "write more blogs". I am trying. Normally when I think of something to write about I am no where near the computer. Then when I sit down to write the words just don't come the way they need to. I was thinking of something earlier. You see it on t.v. and in life all the time. People willing to risk friendships for sex. Why is that? Why do you think we are so willing to lose everything for a little pleasure?
First rule is never ever ever ever ( I can't stress the ever enough) mess with one of your best friends man. I mean come on people look at all the men and women walking around here. If I am that hard up I am sure there is someone out there willing to ummmmm..... meet my needs. I don't need to go to my friend's property for that. We have all been in situations that aren't the best. At least I have. I am sure you perfect people out there reading this have never been in a undesirable situation. Me, on the other hand, well I have done a lot of dumb stuff. You live and learn right?
Let's face the fact that most marriages don't last now a days. So you are willing to jeopardize someone you have been friends with since potty training for a man? I don't think so. What happens when the man is no longer around. Cause he is gonna leave. OK maybe not. Maybe you beat the odds and you are still together. Don't ya get sick of looking at him? Don't you wish you could go over to your girlfriends house and bitch about how lazy he is, his toe fungus, how his eye twitches etc...? Well ya can't because she already knows all about those things cause it was her man first. Duh. So now here you sit staring at this ugly twitching eye fool and you have no friends to talk to. Was it worth it?
It's not all just about taking your friends man. It's about just choosing that man over your friends. We have all been there. Smitten over some dude and we stop talking to our friends so much. Hell I've been married to my very own fool for a while and when we are fighting I don't talk to my friends. That is wrong of me. These are ladies who are here for me all the time. Who the heck am I to give them the cold shoulder because I am having a bad day? And when he is stupid and I kick him out again, who am I gonna go crying to? Them. So treat your friends good. Friends last longer than anything. Friends can be better than family. At least you get to choose your friends. I didn't get to choose my Bulldog loving brother. I still love him of course (despite him being a Bulldog fan). If I had to choose though I probably would have chosen someone like Brad Pitt. No Brad Pitt is too cute. How about that fat funny guy. There are lot's of those. He would be rich and have a ton of cute friends hanging around. That's a win-win.
My biscuits are done.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
What I love about Sundays......
I have 2 passions , photography and cooking. I am OK at photography. I have a lot to learn. I am in no way able to stand next to a professional photographer and say hey I can compete with you. I am not confident enough to go out and do a shoot and know I am giving them an awesome service. Cooking on the other hand, well I just love it. I know I am good at it and will compete with many people. Cooking makes my soul happy. If I am having a good day I can go in the kitchen, pop in my headphones and just drown the world out. Something about slicing, chopping, kneading, stirring..... (yeah you get it) just turns me on. I know what you are thinking, and no it's not cause I am a fat ass. I can cook and not eat, I get the joy from making it. I mean I love to eat, but I don't have to.
Normally Mike does not have to work on Sundays. My favorite Sunday's are when we make it to Church. That doesn't happen nearly as much as it should. Let's say we go to Church, then on a REALLLLLLLLYYY good Sunday we go to lunch afterwords. That doesn't happen much though. We get home about 11 from Church. Lay Morgan down for a nap. Then I clean if I didn't do it on Saturday. We watch some movies, play outside.... Or FOOTBALL yay!
My favorite thing about Sunday's though is Sunday dinner. We normally invite people or they just somehow show up and I ask if they wanna eat. They always say yes. There is something I love so much about cooking for people. Hearing them make a fuss about how good it is. It makes my heart very happy. So that is my favoritest, bestest, wonderfullest, thing about Sunday's!
Normally Mike does not have to work on Sundays. My favorite Sunday's are when we make it to Church. That doesn't happen nearly as much as it should. Let's say we go to Church, then on a REALLLLLLLLYYY good Sunday we go to lunch afterwords. That doesn't happen much though. We get home about 11 from Church. Lay Morgan down for a nap. Then I clean if I didn't do it on Saturday. We watch some movies, play outside.... Or FOOTBALL yay!
My favorite thing about Sunday's though is Sunday dinner. We normally invite people or they just somehow show up and I ask if they wanna eat. They always say yes. There is something I love so much about cooking for people. Hearing them make a fuss about how good it is. It makes my heart very happy. So that is my favoritest, bestest, wonderfullest, thing about Sunday's!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Long Time No Post
Yeah I know I am an awful blogger! Oh well. I will try to be better, but I don't like making promises I can't guarantee to keep. So much has changed since the many months ago that I last posted. Back in May I left my husband. Men stuff ya know. Like do they ever really grow up? While he was gone I went a little crazy. No girls gone wild videos or anything, but crazy for me. I met Mike when I was 18. I don't care what ya say, 18 is still a child! I mean yeah sure you can vote, but what do you really know about life? Not much. I had my first child at the age of 20. So while all my other friends were turning 21 and celebrating going to bars I was home changing diapers. I realize that this is not a big deal to some of you because many people have children young. Just bear with me though because I am telling about my life and my view on things.
OK so Mike leaves. I find myself with this new found freedom. Once a week the kids are away. What do I do with myself. Act like I have no responsibilities of course. Now there was a month that I sat out on my porch after the kids went to bed and passed the liquor bottle around with neighbors. Am I proud of that? No. I am not ashamed of it either. My kids never knew any different. It was pretty much a month of a lot of no sleeping, a lot of laughing, and learning. During that time when most people are growing up learning who they are I went straight into mom and wife mode. I never learned who Shannon was. I lived for everyone else. So in that month or so I learned so much about myself. Who I was, who I wanted to be, who I didn't want to be. I know that I do not want to be an alcoholic or someone who drinks herself stupid every night after her kids go to sleep. So I got to experience some partying that I missed out on and now it's done and over with, I am back in good ol' mom mode. With an occasional glass of wine ;)
Now Mike moved back in. I have this extreme fear of making the wrong decision. Whether this is the right one I don't know. Let's hope he can get his shit together, let's hope I can. Right now things are good. I hate being a Gemini because one day I wake up and think one thing, the next day I think another. Like 85% of me is a 1950 housewife. I like to cook, clean.... be what they considered a woman's place back then. The other 15% of me thinks F that. Help me with these dang kids and clean the toilet yourself. Oh and put a hot dog in the microwave you bastard! Ha. It's a good thing that 15% doesn't come out very often though.
School just started back. THANK GOD!!! Oh I know all you mom's out there like to say "Oh I am so sad my babies are in school BOO HOO" No one can see that party going on inside your head though. See I am not scared to admit it. Kids are little shits. Their sole purpose on earth is to make your life a living hell and then grow up and produce grandchildren who make their lives living hell. It's a never ending cycle. Yes I know, I know... Being a parent is the most rewarding thing on Earth. Sure it is, but that is ALL people ever talk about. They are so scared to say something that is not "politically correct". Well who the hell cares? I am saying what half of you are thinking but don't have the nads to say. Oh yeah I went there. Don't get me wrong I love being a mother. I love my kids..... I mean they are the most beautiful creatures on this planet (they get it from me). Let's just face it don't you think they were sent here to torture you sometimes? Don't you some days want to take food, throw it at them, and say I wanted pizza? Anyways, back to the school thing. Maddy started pre-k this year and Michael went into 4th. So now it's just me and Morgan here. Well and the kids I babysit, but they don't bother me. I get to send them home. I think that is how grandparents feel. You get to love them and send them away. So you get a nice break. Morgan is very upset that he couldn't go to school. Everyday he cries I want my Maddy after she gets on the school bus. I think I might sneak him on behind the other kids one day and see if they notice. Here are first day of school pictures.
OK so Mike leaves. I find myself with this new found freedom. Once a week the kids are away. What do I do with myself. Act like I have no responsibilities of course. Now there was a month that I sat out on my porch after the kids went to bed and passed the liquor bottle around with neighbors. Am I proud of that? No. I am not ashamed of it either. My kids never knew any different. It was pretty much a month of a lot of no sleeping, a lot of laughing, and learning. During that time when most people are growing up learning who they are I went straight into mom and wife mode. I never learned who Shannon was. I lived for everyone else. So in that month or so I learned so much about myself. Who I was, who I wanted to be, who I didn't want to be. I know that I do not want to be an alcoholic or someone who drinks herself stupid every night after her kids go to sleep. So I got to experience some partying that I missed out on and now it's done and over with, I am back in good ol' mom mode. With an occasional glass of wine ;)
Now Mike moved back in. I have this extreme fear of making the wrong decision. Whether this is the right one I don't know. Let's hope he can get his shit together, let's hope I can. Right now things are good. I hate being a Gemini because one day I wake up and think one thing, the next day I think another. Like 85% of me is a 1950 housewife. I like to cook, clean.... be what they considered a woman's place back then. The other 15% of me thinks F that. Help me with these dang kids and clean the toilet yourself. Oh and put a hot dog in the microwave you bastard! Ha. It's a good thing that 15% doesn't come out very often though.
School just started back. THANK GOD!!! Oh I know all you mom's out there like to say "Oh I am so sad my babies are in school BOO HOO" No one can see that party going on inside your head though. See I am not scared to admit it. Kids are little shits. Their sole purpose on earth is to make your life a living hell and then grow up and produce grandchildren who make their lives living hell. It's a never ending cycle. Yes I know, I know... Being a parent is the most rewarding thing on Earth. Sure it is, but that is ALL people ever talk about. They are so scared to say something that is not "politically correct". Well who the hell cares? I am saying what half of you are thinking but don't have the nads to say. Oh yeah I went there. Don't get me wrong I love being a mother. I love my kids..... I mean they are the most beautiful creatures on this planet (they get it from me). Let's just face it don't you think they were sent here to torture you sometimes? Don't you some days want to take food, throw it at them, and say I wanted pizza? Anyways, back to the school thing. Maddy started pre-k this year and Michael went into 4th. So now it's just me and Morgan here. Well and the kids I babysit, but they don't bother me. I get to send them home. I think that is how grandparents feel. You get to love them and send them away. So you get a nice break. Morgan is very upset that he couldn't go to school. Everyday he cries I want my Maddy after she gets on the school bus. I think I might sneak him on behind the other kids one day and see if they notice. Here are first day of school pictures.
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