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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)

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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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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Lets Play Hide & Go F^^K Yourself

The fucking Word of the Day

All to often I’m gently reminded in a fluffy bunny approach by people that my choice of language, such as the versatile word F-U-C-K is “less than lady like” and implies to others that I am UN-educated. What can I say in response? I am just full of rich emotions and find the adding in a few offensive words along the way helps me release that emotion.

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