According to a recent comment, the “fate of the entire space-time continuum may rest on your shoulders.”
That’s a lot of pressure to put on a girl, comment spam or not.
I think this means I need to buy a ipod. I can’t possibly save the space-time continuum without a video ipod. really.
at the request of a friend, here are some recent photos of my boy.
Ry appears to be practicing his gay stance here.
Caught him emptying out a cabinet.
“Mom, I’m only walking down a little hill.”
Sweet baby sitting on the steps.
My son using the slutty model pose to display his cuteness.
Nicely eating his snack (although maybe 10 seconds after this picture, the bowl and the snack were on the floor).
Taking after his dad (and yes he actually drank it).
Eating lunch. These next two pictures look cool if you can click real fast between this first one and the next one, in a stop-motion type deal.
A messy, sweet smile.
Looking cute in his hawaiian shirt.
He likes to climb onto this shelf and lay there. He likes to climb anything at all in his line of vision, actually.
There we go, that should be good for now. He’s getting awfully big, only two more months until his 2nd birthday. yikes.
Maybe I’m too cynical or maybe I’m just a plain old regular bitch, but when I read something on the internet and the author uses brackets and verbs to describe her physical actions/reactions, I want to jam a knife in her throat. You know what I mean. Not just emoticons (although I share a great contempt for those as well) but like when someone says “[laughs] oh I agree Sam!” or “[moans] mmm, yes baby, right there”. They may not necessarily use brackets, but you get the idea.
Why, why do you have to do that?
And why does it have to bug me so much? I want to let it go, but the asshole part of me says NEVER GIVE IN.
I only want to love, and you people just give me more and more reason to hate.
I wonder how much money paint color namers make. You know, the people who come up with the names for paint. Names like: whispering pine, solar flare, fervent brass, song of summer, velvet evening, autumn mist, cucumber crush, frosted pomegranate, dreaming blue, book binder, pineapple soda. These are actual names of paint, no kidding. My favorites I think are fervent brass and pineapple soda.
It’s not fair. Somewhere out there, someone is getting paid to come up with Kiwi Squeeze and Breath of Spring, for two similar shades of green.
And these are just the names from the Behr line of paint. They’re like this for every brand. So many colors, so many awful cheeseball names, so little space to name them all. But trust me, they’re all horrible.
I want that job. I could do it easy. Right now, off the top of my head, I’ve got three great names. Eclectic Vagina. Burning Urine. Weary Rain. Boom boom boom. Give me $1000 please Behr. Or Sherwin-Williams. Or Glidden. or Dutch Boy. Or any other paint company out there. Come on! These are valuable names. I’m going to copyright them, so when you have a new paint color, you’ll have to pay me exorbitant sums to use them. They’re awesome frigging names. And I wasn’t even trying! Imagine what I could come up with if I put a lot of thought into it.
Seriously, what a cool, totally lame job.