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Six Word Saturday V3

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(Left: Manda, Right: Vejay)

  1. Taunted (by wee little people)
  2. Frigid (St Lawrence Rive is NOT friendly in June)
  3. Silly (Reminded me of being a kid)
  4. Humorous (We all laughed as I hesitated & whined)
  5. Drained (Outside ALL day, I was ready for bed at 7 p.m.)
  6. Happy (I am so grateful for my kids, the kids I get to babysit, friends & family)

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Divine Secrets – “Dear Ms.PisseyPants …”

This week’s Divine Secrets of the Blah Blah Bloggerhood prompt is “Wish I knew then …” We are supposed to share our present wisdom with our younger self. I suppose in this case it would be easier to just perhaps write a letter to my daughter. I hold no regrets in my life. I believe each and every experience I have had in my life has shaped me into the exact person I am today. I am not flawless or perfect, I am most certainly a sarcastic asshole when the opportunity presents itself; I have learned some things that I hope I can share with my daughter (just as my mother did with me). However, I hope that unlike myself – she will listen and when that situation presents itself that relates to the advice I pass onto her … she uses it in a way that works for her.

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Little Things Thursday 2

Pretty Flowers This week started out with pretty flowers from my side yard. That within a three-day period fell apart and died. So .. what ever.

Art1Than I became bored because the Army took Daddy P. and I have no one here to piss me off besides the daily …”Kids don’t pick up after their fucking selves” hurricane. So, I played with water colors instead.

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Today I remembered WHY I hid the watercolors from myself. See above – laziness. I leave my art supplies all over the place. Because what is the fucking point of putting it away if I’m going to keep working on it, right? I hate cleaning up and making a mess only to clean it up again. I’m a time-saver. Leave it a fucking mess. If you don’t like it … stay the hell out of my personal bubble space. Problem solved.

That’s all I’ve got for today. Well, aside from this guy. Daddy P. brought him.

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Ms Pissey Pants calls him “Alphonsus” …. W.t.F?

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Post Traumatic Pregnancy Syndrome – a.k.a Motherhood

This shit has gotten real and I have no complaints. I have a good life. By no means perfect or flawless… but, good. Aside from the unwavering temptation to throat punch Daddy P. when he does his hourly walk-by boobing or grab my thirteen year old and say “What the FUCK is wrong with you?” — I’m good. All is well in my world.

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Okay – so there is a few things I would to discuss. One is PTPS. Not P.T.S.D. – Post Traumatic PREGNANCY Syndrome, most commonly known as motherhood. I’m not a single mom. Well, I am .. it just depends on the day and whether or not the Army has decided to capture Daddy P. and upset the order in my house. By upsetting the order things get rather chaotic. The kids loose their minds, the dogs eat shit they shouldn’t, everything stops working, I can’t find anything and well …. it’s Daddy P.’s fault (kind of, not really).

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Divine Secrets: Childhood

Following along with the Divine Secrets of the Blah Blah Bloggerhood … this week’s challenge theme is “Childhood.” I LOVE talking about my children, because quite frankly they are like little drunk people. They are weird, smelly and do things that I can not comprehend as an adult.

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Kids are Weird: Stop that!

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“Please stop making those noises.”

(weewoo …snot like sucking noise ….reeeeerahhhh…cough….BANG!)

“Did you here me? Stop that!”

Kids are weird.

My eight year old manages to make the most absurd noises. 95% of them coming from his throat which is disgusting. His favorite place to make these absurd and rather obnoxious noises is while we’re stuck in the van. He is smart. He obviously wants to share his talents with his family and no better place to do it than when we’re all stuck in a vehicle plowing down the road at 60 mph. I have contemplated doing a tuck and roll from the vehcile on occasion. Especially those day where all three of my children insist on making different noises at the exact same time. My van is a zoo. Filled with little human beings that have a variety of disgusting and weird talents. Daddy P. thinks by pulling the van over that the ridiculous behaviors will stop. I give him credit for trying, however the reality is the “Oh Shit” moment of silence only lasts until the van is placed back into drive and we have hit 60 mph.

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