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So in a mix of guilt and selfishness last night, I picked up a box of Fruity Pebbles instead of the normal Cheerios. Come on, those little round o's get quite boring every morning. My little one is on a huge cereal kick and won't eat anything else for breakfast but homemade waffles, which I don't make too often. So this morning, I pour Liz a nice bowl of the Pebbles. The look on her face was of pure disgust when I set the bowl in front of her. She picks up the spoon, sticks her tongue on it, contemplates it, and then takes a bite. The eyes widened, she squealed, and dove into her bowl.

Fast forward a half hour, she's running through the house like a chicken on steroids. She slammed into a few walls and just kept going. Right now she's chasing the dog up and down the hall, squealing and grabbing his tail.

Lesson learned: never feed a 2 year old Fruity Pebbles. Unless their father is babysitting for the day.


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Ahhhhh. My daughter is certainly taking after me. Though I wouldn't have chosen such a disgusting way of sabatoge. I was getting up from the computer and I heard her sniffing and trying to blow her nose. I looked over and her face was buried in her father's pillow. I took a closer look at the pillow. Dear lord, his pillow was covered in snot and boogers. I gagged. I was going to leave it, but I had to wash the comforter anyway. I have to say, I love my 2 year old.

Plus I was bored and tired of a red 'x' at the top of my page. I decided to open my photoshop and play around and see if I could make a graphic for the top of my page. Hooray, it worked! I love adobe <3

Well now that it's almost 1:30 and I've done a shitload of nothing, I'm getting off my ass to clean and shower. Peace.

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watching: dora
listening to: stand inside your love
mood: lazy


Gawd. As a child, I always saw myself as the perfect stay at home mom. You know, the cooker, the cleaner, the child rearer. My how times change. I've been out of work for a week and I'm dying to go back. I only work a whopping 4 hours tonight, but thank the good lord it gets me out of this house. I need my own life. I love my daughter to pieces but I just need my few hours away each night where I make my own money and have my own life. Ahhhhhh sweet freedom comes at 5pm tonight.

It'll definitely be groovy bwahahaha

I totally feel like hitting my head against a wall I've been irritable lately and just feeling so lazy. Probably because I havent been working. Did I mention I hate Sears? Did you know when department stores ask you to get credit cards, we can get fired if we don't get enough applications? yeah, I didn't either. Assholes.

23 days until that awesome girl's night out. Ahh I can't freaking wait. We're gunna party allllllll night long. It's going to be one hellacious time, that's for sure. I can't forget to request off that weekend while at work tonight. I'd be pissed if I forgot and got scheduled. Would definatly ruin my life.

Anyway I assume I should get off my lazy arse and shower so I can straighten my hair. Blargh.

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