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Last Updated: 10/22/2008

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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 39
Sign: Pisces

City: FORT WORTH
State: Texas
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/5/2007

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Sunday, July 06, 2008 
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008 
well, today is the day i've been dreading for some time: poop-a-palooza. yes, tomorrow is the colonoscopy so today i'm on a strict diet of clear liquids--except for anything red. red can look like blood in the colon--and we don't want that. so it's jello and chicken broth and popsicles-- (what am i, 5?) i don't know many people over 4 feet tall who still eat popsicles, but i can have them if i want them.

i'm a little worried about the "shitting up a shit storm" part of my day. it intimidates me knowing that i'm going to be making a temporary home on the porcelain express for much of the day--and into the night, i'm told. i don't know what it is but i'm nervous--i feel like i'm going to be judged in a beauty contest. although i've never been in a beauty contest, but if i were, i imagine it feels a lot like this.

i haven't taken the first dosage of shit medicine yet--i wanted to be able to come on here and vent to you without having to run to the toilet. i'll stall as long as i can--or for another 30 minutes--whichever comes first.

i even dreamed about this day last night. every dream involved me having to run to find the nearest loo. one dream stands out. i was at american idol, the finale, watching katherine mcphee (yes, i know that was another season and she wasn't in the final--wait. was she in the final?--anyway i have no control over the accuracy of my dreams). but like i was saying, i kept running into the bathroom and every time i did, i would see paula. what she was doing there i haven't the slightest, but it might explain why she seems to be drunk or on drugs all the time. anyway, one time when she was in there she judged my poo. yes, i know, disgusting. she said, "shauna, you made this your own and i must say, you look beautiful tonight." um, thanks paula?

i woke up, disoriented, and then a wave of nausea washed over me when i remembered that this was doomsday tuesday. the day the shit literally hits the fan--or the bottom of the toilet.

you know, toilet humor is a whole new arena for me. huh. it gives a whole new meaning to the term "potty mouth." me likey.

on a quick, unrelated topic, i just read chelsea handler's new book called are you there vodka? it's me chelsea. this is a must read! but only if you like to laugh your ass off. don't you dare get this book if you choose the route of debbie downer. because this is one of the funniest and entertaining books i've ever read! and it's quick. i read most of it on sunday and then i finished it last night before i went to bed. yes my family was neglected for most of sunday, but it was worth it. my insides are all warm and fuzzy.

only 2 major flaws in the book that i caught--and i wonder why the editor didn't. she talks about getting a dwi in 1996. and she wondered if she could get internet in her cell. to my recollection al gore didn't invent the internet until a much later date. i think the internet was around then, but it wasn't easily accessible for goofball comedians. then in the same story (still 1996) she leaves the jail which was named after some woman. she says that she was going to google the lady's name when she got to her computer. um, sorry, google was definitely not around in 1996. i wonder if anyone else has caught this mistake or if i'm some sort of genius.

naaaa.

wish me luck. i am soooo looking forward to my jello and my popsicles. maybe i'll even lose a few pounds.

hey, bonus.
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Monday, April 14, 2008 
my mom rode with me to harley's party on saturday. and i don't know what it was about the experience--well, yes i do--she annoys the hell out of me!--that makes me want to slit my wrists! i understand the need to fill silences with noise (i do that), but can we please be more selective with the content of the noise?

this is a usual phone conversation--and i use the term 'conversation' loosely.

mom: hey shauna, what are y'all doing?

me: oh, not much.

mom: are all the kids home from school yet?

me: yes, it's 6 o'clock

mom: oh. what are y'all having for dinner?

me: um, i hadn't thought about that yet. i'm too busy cleaning pink lipstick off the dog's face.

mom: (apparently not listening) oh. well, you won't believe this. the squirrels have nested in don's (my step dad) truck again. he went to start his truck and when it wouldn't, he raised the hood and found chewed wires everywhere!--and the squirrel just looked up at him. they caused $1800 in damages this time. so now we've got traps all over the yard.

me: oh my god--i hope you're not going to kill the squirrels! if you want them dead, just bring them to my neighborhood. someone will surely run them over. my neighborhood is known for having the most dead squirrels on the streets.

mom: (still not listening and clearly has an agenda) well, have you had your mammogram yet? (see?)

me: (rolling my eyes and sighing) no. i had to reschedule again. mom, there's nothing wrong with my boob. i should have never told you there was green goo coming out of it. if the doctor was uber concerned, don't you think she would have gotten me in sooner than 4 weeks? i don't think dr robbins is too worried about it. but yes, i will do it.

mom: well, all i'm saying is peggy at work had green stuff coming out of her boob and it turns out, she had a tumor in her neck. she's okay now--the doctor gave her medicine to dissolve the tumor and the green stuff went away.

me: mom! who all are you telling about my boob?! i don't even know who this peggy person is and you're going around talking about me and my defunct boob with random strangers?

mom: no. just peggy, and mary, and susan. but they know you.

me: how do they know me? from your stories about me?

mom: well, yes.

me: ugh. i gotta go. ethan is naked and is now peeing on the dog.

as i hang up the phone i hear her yelling, "don't forget to reschedule your..."

and that's just one example and no, i'm not exaggerating. so saturday, we're driving along on our way to dallas--me, my mom, my mother-in-law, and harley. my mom starts telling us the goings on of people at her work (whom we don't know!) as if it makes for interesting conversation. now granted, she does give us the back story on every one of the people, starting with their job description, their marital status, their hopes and dreams for the future, yada, yada, as if this might somehow make the story more interesting. it doesn't. several times i had to fight the wheel to keep from driving head first into an embankment--on purpose! but then i thought about harley and how she should really be given an opportunity to grow up and have issues of her own with her mother. oh, wait, that's me! i'm sure it won't be the same--i'm way more tolerable than my mother.

anyway, so the stories about people we don't know go on and on--and suddenly out of the blue--my precious and my now most favorite child said, "nana, we don't know these people you're talking about."

and the talking ceased (for the moment anyway). the sky opened up, the angels began to sing hallelujah and i'd never been more proud in my whole life. i had to fight back the laughter as i thought to myself (because lord knows i'd never say anything like this out loud!) children are the only people who tell the truth. and you know why that is? because they don't know any better.

my mom laughed and told harley how cute she was. and then she resumed the stories about people we don't know. well, it was nice while it lasted. then harley asked me to turn up the radio. to which i did, of course.

we survived the 30 minute drive to dallas--although it felt more like 6 hours--but we made it. and no one died from boredom.

my mom, god love her.

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Tuesday, April 08, 2008 

you know how as you get older you feel like the same young person on the inside?--it’s just your body that decides to go south on you? well, the other day tommy’s assistant and i were talking about what we were going to do over the weekend. she is 22 and her plans included having a late dinner (way past acceptable--9pm!) and then going out with friends. going out? after 9? i shivered at the very thought of that. if it’s 7 and i haven’t eaten, then something has gone terribly wrong and i probably would skip it altogether. let me put that another way--if it’s 7 and i don’t have my pjs on, something VERY bad has happened. i then consider the whole day to be a fucking disaster...or tommy’s favorite term of mine that i use way too often (according to him)--nightmare. i’m completely thrown off course.

but here’s where the story gets even scarier (and thus the drama begins)...i told her i’d recently visited amazon’s site and ordered a bunch of movies that i’d previously only owned on vhs tape. are there even any vhs players still in existence? exactly my point. that’s why i had to order them on dvd. anyway, i’d just received the package from amazon and inside were all my old favorites: about last night, sixteen candles, st. elmo’s fire, pretty in pink and the breakfast club. as she perused the stack of dvds she got that look on her face, you know the one that says i don’t know what the fuck i’m looking at?

so i said, "oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. please tell me you’ve seen these movies." now i was practically screaming...and heaving...and sweating.

she looked up at me with her big, young brown eyes and said, "no, i’ve never heard of any of these."

then she picked up one of the movies and pointed to the picture of rob lowe (looovvveee him) and said, "that guy kind of looks familiar."

i jerked the dvd out of her hands and said (again, too forcefully and way too loudly), "that’s because he’s the hottest guy on the planet--EVER!"

she backed away from me a little (i was super scary acting) and asked, "isn’t he on a show now?" and she asked it like she was hoping to get the answer right. like maybe there was some punishment involved if she didn’t.

i stroked rob lowe’s face and said, "yes, he’s on brothers and sisters."

she seemed pleased with herself. she’d gotten the answer right. now maybe the psycho chick would let her leave without hacking her into a million little pieces.

i quickly jumped back into position. "now, your assignment is you have to watch every single one of these classics and get back to me so we can discuss. okay?"

she nodded in agreement.

"you’re dismissed," i said to her while handing her pretty in pink. she fled the scene before i could grill her anymore. later i passed the table by the front door. she’d left the movie sitting there. fine. i’ll fucking watch it myself.

kids today. they know nothing of 80’s pop culture. if it’s not the hills then they’re not interested.

xo

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Tuesday, April 08, 2008 
i’ve noticed something lately. sirius radio has a serious def leppard addiction--i’m not joking. every time i get in the car now, i flip from channel to channel and i swear to god there’s a def leppard song playing. am i the only one who’s noticed? i switch from 80’s hits to shuffle to pulse and there’s either a def leppard song going off or one just coming on. what’s the deal? i mean don’t get me wrong, i like def leppard just as much as the other guy, but i feel as if i’m trapped in some parallel 80’s rock universe. i’m just saying--it’s weird.

so anyway, ethan seems to be feeling better. i, on the other hand, am so tired that i can barely keep my eyes open. i didn’t sleep much last night--i was too worried about the little man. his breathing really freaked me out. the meds seemed to have kicked in now and he’s already acting like his normal, rambunctious self. i can’t wait to go to bed tonight. that’s a long way off though. i’m just getting started. i’ve got kids to pick up from school, homework to supervise, dinner to figure out (which means deciding which takeout to order or call pizza hut--i was going to cook something but tossed that idea out the window--i don’t want to seem overly ambitious--people might expect it of me on a regular basis--i’d hate to have to shatter that image of me) and then convince everyone to go to bed.

lately ethan has decided that he wants to use the big boy potty. i’m happy to keep him in diapers. do you know how much work it is to constantly ask, "do you need to go pee-pee? do you want to sit on the potty? do you feel like you need to poo poo?" i’ve done all this--3 times!--can i hire someone else to potty train ethan? i’m over it already! he’s done fairly well considering i’m not exactly pushing him or encouraging him to use the potty. besides, i just bought a brand new mega pack of diapers so i at least need him to use all 80 of those before deciding he’s a big boy.

last weekend harley got her ears pierced. she was supposed to earn it, but after 6 days of completing a "chore" chart, she got bored with it, tore it up and threw it in the trash. she said, "can’t i get my ears pierced and not earn it?" i must be getting soft (or lazy) because i said, "yeah, i guess you’re a good enough kid." so we trapsed off to the mall. the only catch was we only had 45 minutes before we had to get my 12 year old to her soccer game. we rushed in and right when harley was about to jump in the ’ear piercing’ chair, another little girl got there first. she had her whole family with her who had their cameras and video cameras and a marching band standing by (well, not really a marching band but you know what i mean--this was a momentous occasion for this little girl). me and ethan and harley and my 12 year old stood there trying our best not to rush them along--but really we just wanted them to hurry it up. after what seemed like too long and too big a deal, they finally left. i practically threw harley in the chair and said to the girl, "look, ma’am" and she said, "shauna, my name is shauna." i was fascinated. "that’s my name too!" i screamed. i was about to ask her how she spelled hers but then remembered we were in a huge hurry. so i said, "look shauna, we’re on a tight schedule here. so no need to take your time here--let’s just get the show on the road. any way you could do both ears at the same time?" she looked at me funny--i did appear to be on speed or something like speed--red bull and coffee maybe? she said she would do it as fast as she could. she marked the holes with a marker and then proceeded to pierce the first ear. harley was nervous and i told her she had nothing to be nervous about. just then harley literally came out of the chair.
she screamed, "i thought you said this wasn’t going to hurt!!"
i said, "it doesn’t hurt--it just pinches for a minute. see? the pain is already gone."
she shook her head at me, tears now rolling down her cheeks.
"it hurts so bad! i don’t want to do the other one. i changed my mind. i’m too young to get my ears pierced!"
people were now starting to stop and take notice. and it was beginning to look like i was forcing this poor girl to get her ears pierced against her will. that was absolutely not the case. she had been begging me and tommy for months.
so anyway, i smiled at her and said, "harley, you can’t just get one ear pierced--you’ll look like a pirate. you have to get the other one done now. you have no choice."
the girl (shauna) came towards her with ’gun’ and harley screamed and kicked and fought. i tried to hold her still but she was wiggling and thrashing about. i began to sweat. my 12 year old informed me that we were now late to her game. i cut her a look and said, "i’m doing my best here, okay?" i finally managed to hold her still enough so that shauna could pierce her second ear. she of course screamed again and i’m sure that through the front window (where people were stopped and watching) i looked like a very bad mother. whatever. i threw my credit card on the counter and told my 12 year old to grab the other 2 kids. we were in a hurry. in all the excitement, none of us had been paying attention to ethan. he managed to tear up a bunch of shit so on top of the 19.95 for the ear piercing, i had to shell out another 20 bucks on useless crap from claires. i guess that’s what i deserved. harley says she’s glad she got that over with--now she never has to do that again in her whole life. she’s funny. and the universe still hates me.

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Wednesday, April 02, 2008 
my grandmother, mimi, is the most precious of all my relatives (sorry to the rest of you, but this is true). she is 84 years old, lives by herself, has smoked cigarettes since she was 19, and can drink almost anyone under the table. i say this because i want to express just what a fireball this little petite lady is.

i spent the day with her today--driving her to this place and that place. she hasn’t driven in over a year. after mistaking the gas for the brake for the 3rd time, we figured it was time to hang up the keys before she ran anyone down. so today our mission was this--she was looking for light orange pillow cases (i said, "you mean peach?" and she quickly corrected me--"no, light orange"). we were off and running. after searching for over an hour and going to 4 different places and finding no light orange (peach) pillow cases, she decided the ones she had were fine. are you kidding me?

the next thing on her list was a new iron. not a fancy one--not one with any buttons or fancy lights--just an iron with an on/off switch. again, the search was on. and again we failed miserably. every iron today has buttons and fancy lights. she finally said, "oh well, i’ll just live with the one i got." we both sighed heavily. and i was beginning to get a headache. but---we powered on.

next up, the jewelry store. let me back up. when i got to her house the first thing she asked was, "honey, does this ring look like a wedding ring?" she held out her left hand which displayed her very wedding ring looking wedding ring and i said, "yes ma’am. isn’t that what it is?" she looked at the ring and then at me. "well as you know i’m not married--i’m a widow." duh. i was aware of that. "well, i don’t want to wear a ring that looks like a wedding ring. let’s go to the jeweler and see if they can do something with it." okay. so we’re at the jewelry store and she’s going on and on to the person behind the counter and i realize the whole time--the lady has no idea what my grandmother was talking about. i only knew because it had been explained to me an hour earlier. so i took over and did the talking. 10 minutes later, my grandmother was convinced that her ring was fine just like it was. and i was beginning to feel like i was on some wild goose chase. once in the car (which by the way was hilarious--getting her in and out of my suv--i practically had to hoist her up on my shoulder and ease her into the seat--it’s a good thing she only weighs a buck) i said to her, "have you made up all these ridiculous errands for us to run today just to give yourself a project?" she began to laugh. i added, "because it seems to me that we have been most unproductive, driving all over town in search of things that don’t exist." she laughed again. i love her laugh.

last stop--walmart. ugh. i loathe walmart. i’ve never been in there when someone wasn’t beating their kid. and i’ve noticed that most people run around walmart barefoot. not. a. fan. but mimi shops there, so to walmart we went.

she had all these ’mini’ errands for me once inside the store. we checked each one of them off our list and then filled the cart with groceries. she’s so funny. she feels the need to tell anyone who will listen that i am her only granddaughter--that she has 7 boys and me. and that i’m the oldest and the queen bee, yada, yada and then she pats me on the back. i just smile when she does this. it’s very sweet. i wonder if she has any idea that i’m staring 40 right in the face--or if she still sees me as that freckly-face 13 year old girl who spent summers with her.

as we were pushing the cart to the car, she leaned into me and said, "let me ask you this--who do you think makes prettier babies? the blacks or the mexicans?" i cringed and let out an audible sigh. "mim, i can’t answer that on the grounds that that is a VERY racist statement. you can’t say those kinds of things." she waved me off. "oh, i’m not saying anything bad--i like all those people--i’m just wondering who you think makes prettier babies." i stopped in front of the car and said, "if you want a smoke break, do it now. i’ll load the car." then i hoisted her up in the suv for the last time today and drove her home.

god love this woman. i hope i’m just like her when i’m 84--minus the racial epitaphs and the chain smoking.
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Tuesday, April 01, 2008 

Current mood:  irritated
last night we were watching television when the most shocking and disturbing commercial aired. it opens with a mother and daughter, very bored looking, sitting at the table staring at their very boring breakfast. the announcer says, "want to wake up your breakfast?" or something like that--and then a man, dressed up like a can of REDDI WIP whipped cream appears and squirts WHIPPED CREAM all over their breakfast--making it "more exciting." i gasped, jumped up and yelled at tommy, "are they suggesting we put WHIPPED CREAM on our kids’ oatmeal?" tommy, realizing my excitement said, "it looks that way." well that was it for me. this is where the tangent began...

why stop at oatmeal? hell, why even serve oatmeal? why don’t we just give our kids hot fudge sundaes? or cotton candy? isn’t it bad enough that donuts are considered a breakfast food? do you know how hard i’ve worked to convince my kids that donuts are poisonous? and every cereal my kids like is loaded with nothing but sugar. and every time i say "no" to lucky charms and fruity pebbles i’m more and more the bad guy. and now this? WHIPPED CREAM FOR BREAKFAST? i’ve seriously heard it all.

very IRRESPONSIBLE marketing. i will never buy REDDI WIP! (not like i have before anyway--but definitely not now!)

WHIPPED CREAM FOR BREAKFAST? is anyone as shocked as me? if so, go to http://www.reddi-wip.com/ and send them a complaint like i just did.

ugh, ugh, ugh.

whipped cream? for breakfast?

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Thursday, March 27, 2008 

Current mood:  optimistic
we have a smoke detector that has a low battery. i know this because it beeps every 30 seconds. this has been going on since before we left for spring break. i was hoping the problem would somehow resolve itself by the time we got back. apparently it doesn’t work like that. now i’m realizing you have to be more proactive than just ’hoping’ it would fix itself. fairy tales rarely come true.

anyway, for the last 3 nights, i’ve done major acrobatics to keep from hearing the blasted thing when i go to bed. i turn the fan on high, shut my bedroom door (which i don’t normally do because kids have been known to get up in the middle of the night and smack right into it--oh, the drama that ensues after that is not worth keeping the door shut) and covering my head with a pillow. combine that with the fact that i’m the lightest sleeper on the planet and well, let’s just say i haven’t slept well this week. i’ve woken up tense with a crick in my neck from clinching my teeth during the night.

you may ask, why don’t you change the battery you idiot? that’s a very good question. the problem is i keep waiting for tommy to get tired of hearing the beep, beep, beeping sound, drag the ladder in from the garage, search for a 9 volt battery in the junk drawer, climb up the ladder, yank out the old battery, figure out how to get the new battery to fit properly in the tiny slot and hit the reset button. basically, i want someone else to do it. so far that hasn’t happened. neither of us had spoken about it, but i think we’re both waiting for the other one to do it.

yesterday i couldn’t take it any longer and finally said, "man that smoke detector is getting annoying."

he replied, "what smoke detector?"

"the smoke detector in the downstairs hallway that’s been beeping for 3 weeks!" hello?

"i don’t hear anything. remember, i can’t hear certain tones--and well, that’s one of them."

is he bullshitting me? or is this for real? is this his way of getting out of doing the job? of winning the standoff? i peered in his eyes waiting for them to tell me something--that he was full of shit. but nothing. he looked way more honest than i ever do. i remember he went to the ear doctor (per my insistence) awhile back and the doctor told him there was nothing he could do for the hearing loss. he was just going to have to live without hearing certain things.

well i want to live without hearing certain things! i don’t want to hear the goddamn beeping of the smoke detector when its battery is low! why can’t i lose the ability to hear annoying, monotonous tones? huh?

so it turns out the battle of wills i’m having over who’s going to cave first and change the battery in the smoke detector is with myself.

naturally.

is it wrong to tell my 14 year old she has one more chore to do today? i’ll totally get my 12 year old to hold the ladder. no?

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Saturday, January 19, 2008 

Current mood:  annoyed

okay, i just heard tommy on the phone, negotiating a price, for our house, that we live in currently, that isn't for sale.

he then had the audacity to say to the guy--who was calling from houston and apparently wants to buy our house--"hold on, let me ask my wife." finally, i'm being brought in the loop!

"hey, shauna, what school district do we live in? what elementary school is near here?"

okay, so he wasn't conferring with me about selling our house. and if i wasn't so irritated with him right now, i would point out and laugh hysterically at the fact that he doesn't even know what school district we live in.

i stood there, glaring at him, while he finished his conversation. the second he hung up the phone i pounced, "what the eff, dude? you're selling our house? when were you planning on telling me?--when the moving truck pulled up?"

it was clear at this point that he found this funny because he started laughing uncontrollably. and i had the sudden urge to hit him with something really hard.

he said, "it's not like that. i posted something on the internet over a year ago when we were thinking about building another house. i forgot it was on there, and this guy pulled it up and is wanting to look at the house--if we're still interested. so, are you?"

"am i what?--totally over you right now? yes."

he continued to laugh. how was this funny? i found no humor in any of this!

"are you interested in letting this guy and his wife look at our house tomorrow?"

if i wasn't sober i would think i was drunk. "tomorrow? tommy, are you crazy? are we short on cash? because if money's an issue i think we can get quite a hefty price for one of the older children. besides, i've always thought it would be cool to sell one of them on the black market."

"no, we're not selling anyone and we don't need to sell the house. do you want to--yes or no?"

"NO!"

"fine," he said. "i'll call him back and tell him my wife won't let me sell our house."

"good! but let's just say we did sell our house on a whim--where do you suggest we move to?"

"i don't know. we'd have to find a house to temporarily move in while we find a lot and build an eco-friendly house."

"a-ha! you don't have a plan! that was flimsy at best. hey, i know, we could move in with my parents, or the night shelter, or better yet--to mississippi and live with your mother!"

i was still spewing as he turned to walk up the stairs. "yeah, you go back up there and call that man and tell him you were mistaken--that i'm in charge around here and i said our house is not for sale."

a few minutes later he came to where i was sitting, sat down next to me and said, "yeah, you're right. you're about to be really busy with the book and i'm starting a new business. we don't have time to worry about building a house."

so glad you see things my way, buddy. also, tommy is no longer allowed to answer the phone.

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Thursday, January 10, 2008 

well, it's official--i'm a fat ass. i weigh six pounds more than i did a few months ago. and i'm only 5 foot 2! do you know what 6 pounds looks like on a short girl? it ain't attractive. and i don't want to hear one more person say "it must be muscle" because i can assure you i'm not that stupid or that gullible. it's not muscle!! it's mexican food, and cheeseburgers, and wine.

yes, i work out like a fiend, and yes, i nearly kill myself doing it. but the clock strikes 5 and all my sensibility flies out the window. any self control i displayed earlier in the day gets traded for pinot grigio and chips and queso. i'm completely out of control! what's worse--most of the time i don't care. i tell myself, "you're happy--you're healthy--you have a great life, enjoy it!" and then i pass a mirror and see my ass in all its glory and i'm like "holy mother trucker! who crammed those 2 hams in the back of my jeans!?"

ugh, ugh, ugh. i'm totally disgusted. but don't worry. this moment will pass. come 6 o'clock today i'll be cramming my face full of something good to eat and washing it down with some flavor of wine. and then i'll go through the whole charade again tomorrow. it's a vicious cycle, but don't worry, i'm up for the challenge.

let's do the math--i'm short, i love food--and am not picky about the quality of the food--just need lots of it (you're talking to a girl who grew up on bologna sandwiches, spam!, spaghetti out of a box and every variety of hamburger helper on the market), i have no self control, i drink (almost) every day and the big one--the universe hates me!

all i'm saying is it's a good thing i'm afraid of dying or i might kill myself!

gotta run! harley has hershey's kisses hidden in her room and i know where they are.

xo

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