Skip to main content

I am an SPF Woman

Bwahahahahaha.....Don't you think that sounds like some vagina spray.
(You are all vagina sprays...yes, you Erik )

Well, Welcome to Self Portrait Friday. I think this week, we will honor the players before I show you what I had for dinner. Oh, yes....It is never to late to play either. just leave me a comment letting me know that you played and I will add you to the list of these hot babes.

Okay, here we go. I went shopping last night (groceries...too poor for much else) and hoped to see chimichangas cooked when I got home. Did I? No. I found a husband watching a motocycle show and drinking margaritas. He did have all the kids in bed and the house clean. I swear, I am a lucky woman. What did we have for dinner then? Frozen pizza. Whoo friggin' Hoo.

Ooh Ooh...It's hot! (look at my devil eyes and the crappy out of focus picture)

But, this Taco pizza ain't half bad. The motorcycle show on the other hand..... (again the devil eyes and out of focus. I may have to fire that shitty photographer)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

And I thought I should Change the Title of My Blog

I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!

The Return

I have begun to gather my thoughts and put them into mini posts. It was then that I decided that this blog was often the best therapy possible for the trials and tribulations of everyday life. It is of course a way to also preserve for posterity the strange and delightful things that my children say. Back soon.

Penis juice and vodka

We have one more week of school here, yet my children have already disconnected the brain switch. I hate to tell them but we will home school throughout the summer. Luckily for them we can get our work done in less then two hours with only three kids and of course the fact that I sneak projects in throughout our everyday activities. Ethan decided he is exempt from the school dress ode because school is almost out and the daughter has jumped on that band wagon. I decided to let it slide. I figure a cute little t-shirt isn't going to ruin any one's grades, they were all turned in on the 24Th, so we will see if I get a call from the school. So today's little golden nugget of delight is brought to you by Ethan. Mom:Ethan, quit messing with your business. Go to your room if you want to do that. Ethan: I am not messing with it, it hurts. It feels like I am going to bleed when I pee. Mom: Oh honey, I am sorry but you will have to go to your Dad. He is in charge of penises. I handl