It’s all fun and games until someone gets wet

Ok, so, I’ve just come in from outside, and I’ve realised that there is really no way on earth that Brodie will be a normal Kid™.  I tried, valliantly, to get him to run through the sprinklers with me.  I mean, what kid wouldn’t want a mom who does fun things like run through sprinklers with them (albeit with a broken pinky toe)?  But, no, he freaked RIGHT out, screamed, and refused to go through the sprinkler.  And, in true jerk fashion, Jeff ran after him with his Super Soaker™.

I really don’t know what to do.  I mean, I could just get mad and say “you’re going to have fun, and like it, or I’m gonna beat your ass” in true Appalachian Redneck style, or, I could just let him have fun doing what he wants.  Which is troubling, because, what he wants to do is chase the chickens and hug the kittens really tight (not really squeeze, it’s a genuine hug, he just doesn’t realize that it’s too tight).

I don’t know.  I’m frustrated, and, well, I don’t know what to do.  Plus, my foot hurts and I can’t find a damn job.  Which is even more disconcerting.

Find out everything in a test

Ok, now, we all know that I’m a sucker for online tests. So, of course, I took the compatibility tests at true.com. Apparently, I’m compatible with either a bunch of fat, old men, OR, really psycho-looking guys my own age.

So, guess where I’m NEVER going to go looking for guys? That’s right. I mean, I’m pretty sure that my dad would totally kill any guy over the age of 35 who tried to take me on a date, and, well, quite frankly, I’m not too keen on dating psychos.

So, what’s a girl to do?

Nothing for now, MUAHAHAHAHA!!

*edit*

Although, should I ever want to have a career in dominatrix…ing….there are TONS of subservient typed guys in the area.  LMAO

I lost the last one

damn thing, lost my last post with this in it!

What am I working on now, you ask?

Well, what a silly f’ing question, LMAO. Yumeko (released last week) needs a boy to play with!

  

He’s going to be a full character, complete with some nice tattoo work, for Hiro 3 from DAZ

last.fm, please play what I want, not what you think I want.

Ok, really, when I put in “No Doubt”, I don’t think I want to hear “The Ketchup Song”. And, when I search for “Bjork”, I’m not expecting to hear “Celine Dion”. As a matter of fact, at NO time do I want to hear Ms. Dion. I would rather run a hot poker in one ear and out the other.

However, I am liking some of the new stuff that I’m hearing, which is good. But, the fact that you’re even listing stuff like Destiny’s Child for me (which, by their own right, are a bunch of talented singers, just in no way my style) suggests that either:

• You’re out to insult my intelligence.
• You’re paid to play certain songs.
• You want me to pay so I don’t get the sucktastic music.
• All of the above.

On that note, here’s a pretty boi

Eye See U!

FH010024, originally uploaded by missladymaamjeni.

So, we got some pics taken of Brodie, most are of his birthday.

Wanna see?

http://www.flickr.com/photos/85361218@N00/

In desperate need of help

Why? Because I'm about as girly-girl as………well, I'm not a girly girl!

My best friend from High School, Leah, is getting married on August 5th. I have between now and then to find a decent dress. Not anything too fancy, but nothing dowdy. I've been looking at Torrid, and can't decide. So, you, those who have decided to read my blog, all 2 of you, I am in desperate need of your assistance!!

http://www.torrid.com/store/nodePage.asp?LS=0&RN=206

Do you see anything in this section that you think would be ok for a wedding?

LOL

Can’t think…

I'm supposed to be working on a layout for KME homes.  I can't think.  My brain is in reverse, and I don't know how to shift.  I think the gears are sticking anyway.  

*sigh* 

Ok, so there’s this one girl, she’s got these pants….

Ok, so I've been all but offline for the past few months, and I now have absolutely nothing to say.  Maybe I'll just start typing, and things will come to me.

I finally got my wireless network set up, and I'm surfing the 'net from my bedroom, that way I can be online at all hours of the night and not keep my mom up.  As well as not having my little sibs' eyes on every damn thing I'm doing.  

I'm just going to end here.  I did have something interesting to say, but, then, I caught a glimpse of SNL, and my IQ dropped.