Because we all know that this blog is about me and it was never about the kids in the first place...just here and there. I'll just admit it now.
So "Look at me! Here I am! Loooooove me!"
(Name that movie and I'll give you a cookie! Or at least a really good pie recipe. I can offer you that)
Anyhow, I'm having separation anxiety. Holy cow! I know! I'm twenty-six and my husband is at work and I have texted him waaaaay more than I care to admit. You see, the thing is, here's my excuse...Jason has never had a job where I couldn't contact him a zillion times a day! And when we had the restaurant, I could watch him on all the tvs and could even yell at him through the monitors if I wanted to. So now, he's got a for real job, where he's not the boss and I have no one to talk to every time my little heart desires!
I am a messy person and I am working very hard at keeping my house picked up. More to make my life easier or Ephraim will get into everything...like scissors or exacto blades or sewing needles or rubber cement...I blame it on my mother. I never remember having to pick up after myself.
Here are some random Jessi facts for today:
I make terrible lists for Walmarting. (Yes, Walmarting is a verb)
I LOVE doing the Walmart/grocery shopping.
I do not like car stalkers, Sam I Am. Don't car stalk me or I may sit in my car for an unnecessarily long amount of time. I only approve of the elderly and those with small children stalking my space.
I can never ever remember the type of toothpaste that we use, and hate when I come home with the wrong one.
I hate the cost of razor blades. Friggen Gillette. Ten bucks?!
I love junk food. Especially sugary cereals and Munchos with that Frito's cheese that comes in the can.
I'm embarrassingly illogical.
Lightening McQueen drives me nuts but I can't stop buying Cars things. I need therapy. Probably for more reasons than that.
I used to want to be a yoga instructor. I still kinda do.
I want to do everything better than you. Another reason for the therapy.
I love reality television. I think people who watch a lot of reality television are unintelligent. Except for me. I'm smart. The others? No. (Jason and I actually got into a fight about this one time. I was watching a marathon of Tori and Deen Inn Love and he said I was watching too much of it. Then I read that as, "You're so unintelligent. You sit around being a fattie never losing your baby weight watching crap on tv! Have five more packs of those 100 calorie cupcakes, chubs!" Jason would never think that though. I will clarify that for when he reads this. ;)
I love when Eprhaim learns new words and speaks them correctly.
I got a big bottle of sunshine!!
yeah, I know, apparently up my ass most days since I'm so cynical and jaded...but that's how I get my art on
So "Look at me! Here I am! Loooooove me!"
(Name that movie and I'll give you a cookie! Or at least a really good pie recipe. I can offer you that)
Anyhow, I'm having separation anxiety. Holy cow! I know! I'm twenty-six and my husband is at work and I have texted him waaaaay more than I care to admit. You see, the thing is, here's my excuse...Jason has never had a job where I couldn't contact him a zillion times a day! And when we had the restaurant, I could watch him on all the tvs and could even yell at him through the monitors if I wanted to. So now, he's got a for real job, where he's not the boss and I have no one to talk to every time my little heart desires!
I am a messy person and I am working very hard at keeping my house picked up. More to make my life easier or Ephraim will get into everything...like scissors or exacto blades or sewing needles or rubber cement...I blame it on my mother. I never remember having to pick up after myself.
Here are some random Jessi facts for today:
I make terrible lists for Walmarting. (Yes, Walmarting is a verb)
I LOVE doing the Walmart/grocery shopping.
I do not like car stalkers, Sam I Am. Don't car stalk me or I may sit in my car for an unnecessarily long amount of time. I only approve of the elderly and those with small children stalking my space.
I can never ever remember the type of toothpaste that we use, and hate when I come home with the wrong one.
I hate the cost of razor blades. Friggen Gillette. Ten bucks?!
I love junk food. Especially sugary cereals and Munchos with that Frito's cheese that comes in the can.
I'm embarrassingly illogical.
Lightening McQueen drives me nuts but I can't stop buying Cars things. I need therapy. Probably for more reasons than that.
I used to want to be a yoga instructor. I still kinda do.
I want to do everything better than you. Another reason for the therapy.
I love reality television. I think people who watch a lot of reality television are unintelligent. Except for me. I'm smart. The others? No. (Jason and I actually got into a fight about this one time. I was watching a marathon of Tori and Deen Inn Love and he said I was watching too much of it. Then I read that as, "You're so unintelligent. You sit around being a fattie never losing your baby weight watching crap on tv! Have five more packs of those 100 calorie cupcakes, chubs!" Jason would never think that though. I will clarify that for when he reads this. ;)
I love when Eprhaim learns new words and speaks them correctly.
I got a big bottle of sunshine!!
yeah, I know, apparently up my ass most days since I'm so cynical and jaded...but that's how I get my art on
2 comments:
ooh, ooh, I know what movie! I won't spoil it though, cuz I get cookies and have no need for pie recipes since I have you :)
yer bestest ;)
Cars.
I'll take my recipe, please.
I miss you.
xoxo
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