I'm a 30-something wife and mother of three with ample child bearing hips, a bad attitude, and a restless spirit trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up.
I just received my new driver's licence in the mail. Holy fuck, am I fat.
kim e posted at 11:39 AM
They say that living well is the best revenge...
In February Katie Holmes broke up with her B-list actor boyfriend Chris Klein (not that she's so A-list herself or anything) and it was announced today that she's dating Tom Cruise. What better way to say 'in yer face bitch' to an ex?
Btw, does anyone have a bottle brush I can use to scratch out the inside of my sinuses? If not, I'd like to live in a Nyquil-induced coma until this nasty cold passes.
So...the new pope was elected today after mucho speculation. I'm really surprised they chose the ex-Nazi; I thought he'd get blackballed immediately in light of the fact that the Catholic church doesn't really need another mark on its reputation. Here's my brief recap...no need to watch cnn or anything.
The bad news: You're not likely to see any married, female priests handing out rubbers from the church basement anytime soon. This is the guy who kept JP2 in line. And he was pretty straight to start out with.
The not so bad news: At 78, the dude barely made the age limit for consideration so I doubt they're investing in the long run. He's essentially the 'rebound pope'; the one they use to buy them dinner and keep them warm at night while they get over their feelings for the last guy.
Oh, and latin with that nasty German accent just sounds weird.
Today I'm having on of those days. You know the ones...nothing can go right. I've had terrible insomnia lately so I'm dead tired, slept in, then had to rush around to get out the door. Think 'chicken with head cut off'. I feel so bad for the children on those mornings; I don't mean to yell, really. My lovely husband actually had coffee ready and waiting for me this morning (I won't mention that it was so strong and bitter that my spoon came out half disintegrated after stirring...). After tasting it I decided that it needed more creamer and reached behind my cup for the spoon I had already used, knocking over my entire mug of hot, sweet coffee. It was literally a coffee explosion; all over the counter, a 5 foot spray of creamy coffee all over the floor, splashes up the cupboards, dripping inside the cupboards, and all over the white dishwasher. Not to mention that this happened when I needed to be walking out the door. The kids were already in the car and I had to run so I just mopped up the worst bits with paper towel and ran.
So I pulled up to the drop off zone at school so they could do the commando roll out of the van and run into class in the nick of time and off to the gym I went. I had managed to salvage about 4 ounces of coffee for my travel mug, which I was really looking forward to; I like to have a chat and coffee with the gym daycare lady before my workout. I got Nolan all settled in and took my much-deserved first sip of coffee, which dribbled all down the front of my white t-shirt because the lid wasn't on properly (!!). So I worked out with a big brown coffee smear on my shirt, trying to keep my vest in place to hide it a bit. It didn't matter that I was about ready to pass out from the heat; I wasn't taking the damn thing off.
I'm hoping the rest of the day goes a little better but I'm pretty much staying in one spot to try to improve my odds. I have to sign off now; I have to wash the floor because you can barely get your feet unstuck to walk across the room. Although, that could work in my favour ...