Mine is that, ever since I got my raise, I've stopped notifying DH of my purchases. I used to tell him just to give him a heads up, although he never asked me to. Now, I just don't. Mama brings home bacon, mama fries it up. Or something.
Mine is that, ever since I got my raise, I've stopped notifying DH of my purchases. I used to tell him just to give him a heads up, although he never asked me to. Now, I just don't. Mama brings home bacon, mama fries it up. Or something.
So when is the Nestie HH you're paying for since you have so much bacon? No need to inform your DH.
I don't have any I can think of. I had a pity party for myself this morning but nothing to flame about.
The word "gut" makes me want to peel off my own eyelids. There, I said it. I completely understand the context in which the word is being used these days regarding internal health. However, it's disturbingly abrupt tone and slang-like qualities completely turn me off to whatever is coming next.
I confess that I thought it was a slang term. Is it not?
The word "gut" makes me want to peel off my own eyelids. There, I said it. I completely understand the context in which the word is being used these days regarding internal health. However, it's disturbingly abrupt tone and slang-like qualities completely turn me off to whatever is coming next.
So I assume you're not fond of the word "gunt" either?
Dh is going to SF at the end of Mar for a business trip. He asked if I wanted to go and immediately I was dreaming of spas then he said he wanted to go camp and hike at Yosmite one day of the weekend. I immediately withdrew my answer to want to go. I still want to go but there is no way in HELL I am camping or hiking. I blamed my back and surgery but I don't think he is buying it.
I have been nauseated for the past 3 days any time I smell something pungent. I haven't been so tired since I was pg with DD. I have an IUD and dealing with the transfusions right now so I know I shouldn't be pg but I REALLY REALLY want to be pg again. I want baby #3 like yesterday.
I had four cookies yesterday. That was right after my first time posting in the healthy check-in about how I'm on the WW and only 4(.2) pounds from my goal. I'm pretty sure the secret ingredient in Tiff's Treats is crack cocaine. Tastes like cinnamon!
Every time DH mentions possibly having to move to Houston in the future, I feel physically ill. And then I feel like a hypocrite because I've always said that our family should follow the money. FFS, why does the (hypothetical) (future) money have to be in Houston?!
I flipping love this city and don't ever want to leave. ::clings to Austin's ankles like a child on the first day of school::
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The word "gut" makes me want to peel off my own eyelids. There, I said it. I completely understand the context in which the word is being used these days regarding internal health. However, it's disturbingly abrupt tone and slang-like qualities completely turn me off to whatever is coming next.
Huh. I just said that word somewhere and I can't remember where. It's really gut-wrenching that you have such a visceral reaction to that word.
ETA: my confession? Hmm, I can't think of one. I'll brb.
ETA2: ok, I don't like playing with my kids and I don't want to stay home with them anymore. I desperately want a full-time job so I can get out of the house, but even more awesome would be to stay at home while the boys go to school or whatever all day long. But we can't afford for me to sit here and also pay for school/day care. Sigh.
Also, my kids know the alphabet when they sing it, but couldn't recognize more than 3 letters if prodded. And I'm ok with that.
Today being February 1st, I had a brownie for breakfast.
Okay, three.
I had three brownies for breakfast.
Now I don't feel so bad that I had a 3 musketeers for breakfast this morning. We were out of bread. It was in the fridge and every time I opened the door, it called my name. It HAD to be eaten.
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Dude, rssn, I had 8 fudge stripe cookies last night because they were the only thing that sounded good.
My confession? I was supposed to have a Lia Sophia party tonight and *every* person I invited forgot to rsvp. I had to HOUND people to ask them if they could come. And there were five people who never responded at all, even though one of them was on gmail on a consistent basis because I could see the little green light pop up when she was on. So I canceled the party today. Of course, this was after I made a huge batch of puppy chow, so guess what I'm pigging out on tonight? (Because baby needs chocolate + peanut butter.)
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I don't have any I can think of. I had a pity party for myself this morning but nothing to flame about.
I confess that I thought it was a slang term. Is it not?
(Gut. Gut.)
(Gut.)
I gave up all sweets for the month of January just b/c I had eaten my way through the holidays and felt like a fat slob.
Today being February 1st, I had a brownie for breakfast.
Okay, three.
I had three brownies for breakfast.
Dh is going to SF at the end of Mar for a business trip. He asked if I wanted to go and immediately I was dreaming of spas then he said he wanted to go camp and hike at Yosmite one day of the weekend. I immediately withdrew my answer to want to go. I still want to go but there is no way in HELL I am camping or hiking. I blamed my back and surgery but I don't think he is buying it.
I have been nauseated for the past 3 days any time I smell something pungent. I haven't been so tired since I was pg with DD. I have an IUD and dealing with the transfusions right now so I know I shouldn't be pg but I REALLY REALLY want to be pg again. I want baby #3 like yesterday.
GROSS.
mlf calls this a FUPA. True story.
I had four cookies yesterday. That was right after my first time posting in the healthy check-in about how I'm on the WW and only 4(.2) pounds from my goal. I'm pretty sure the secret ingredient in Tiff's Treats is crack cocaine. Tastes like cinnamon!
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I flipping love this city and don't ever want to leave. ::clings to Austin's ankles like a child on the first day of school::
Holy Sh!t. Just when I thought my brain was full, I learned something new.
Huh. I just said that word somewhere and I can't remember where. It's really gut-wrenching that you have such a visceral reaction to that word.
ETA: my confession? Hmm, I can't think of one. I'll brb.
ETA2: ok, I don't like playing with my kids and I don't want to stay home with them anymore. I desperately want a full-time job so I can get out of the house, but even more awesome would be to stay at home while the boys go to school or whatever all day long. But we can't afford for me to sit here and also pay for school/day care. Sigh.
Also, my kids know the alphabet when they sing it, but couldn't recognize more than 3 letters if prodded. And I'm ok with that.
Now I don't feel so bad that I had a 3 musketeers for breakfast this morning. We were out of bread. It was in the fridge and every time I opened the door, it called my name. It HAD to be eaten.
Dude, rssn, I had 8 fudge stripe cookies last night because they were the only thing that sounded good.
My confession? I was supposed to have a Lia Sophia party tonight and *every* person I invited forgot to rsvp. I had to HOUND people to ask them if they could come. And there were five people who never responded at all, even though one of them was on gmail on a consistent basis because I could see the little green light pop up when she was on. So I canceled the party today. Of course, this was after I made a huge batch of puppy chow, so guess what I'm pigging out on tonight? (Because baby needs chocolate + peanut butter.)