K

I don't know if it's just me (and judging by images on facebook, I assume not) but I hate somebody texting "k" to me. Was the "o" too much effort? Did I really not deserve the damn extra letter?
I am understanding of people who are busy and texting, and attempting to let me know they're alright with an idea I have presented via text in a quick and non-interferring way. I am not, however, understanding when you blow my phone up on a regular basis (and you know where I am, why I'm there, and what I'm doing) and show me as little respect to short hand text messages to me.
Had I not text you, I would have found an overwhelming abundance of text conversation "worrying' because I didn't answer, and maybe have even been aroused from my slumber by a phone call to find out why I hadn't responded...

"K" is NOT an acceptable response to:
*I'm going to set you on fire and use your singed skull as an ashtray
*Any question that requires a "yes" or "no"
*Am I taking you to work?
*Are you on your way?
*Did you use my diaphram?
*Why's the rum gone?
*Do I look like your bitch?
*Love you
*The 3rd text saying bye/goodnight/clocking in/etc

If you answer these texts with a "K", I will be inclined to continue to text massive annoying texts (because obviously what I said was interrupting your important activity!) and then promptly respond to anything you say to me in person with "k".

"K" is an acceptable response to:
*On my way
*Wanna do it?
*I forgot
*What letter is after J and before L?

Oh! That's What a Trolley Is!

Something that made me laugh recently:

**While watching the Cleveland Show, where this girl tried to get 2 boys to sleep with her and they avoid it at all costs**

Boy: No boy at that age would turn that down!?!?
Me: Boys that are die-hard Christians and virgins would. Not everybody are nasty sluts like you & your friends.
Boy: I don't need my friends to run a train!!!!
Me:.........ummm........you need someone...
Boy: No! I hit it, run around, high 5 myself, and hit it again.
Me: That's like...the opposite of a train...
**Later explaining the incident...**
Me: ...Opposite of a train...
Friend: That's not a train! That's a trolley!!!
Boy: What's that supposed to mean?!?!?!? **While looking at his crotch**

Yes, it was epic.

Not A Peep...Ok...Maybe Just One

I will be blogging my awful road adventures this weekend, but right now I'm going to discuss my hardcore workout...and that is a lie.
I have a gazelle. It isn't mine...one of those things a roommate left. It's my best friend being that the lower half of my body is Sir Mix-a-Lot's dream.
This is my first day back with my friend, Gazelle. Being sick and feeling like dying had knocked me off of it for months. I read that the disease I'm possibly diagnosed with deteriorates muscles, so I have invested in protein shakes and decided to make more time to do something.
At first, I was like a big headed baby trying to walk, wobbling and bobbling as if I didn't really know how to use my feet. After a minute or so, it came back and I was gliding and on a roll.
I only spent about 20 minutes with G but I felt fantastic!!!
What I'm wondering is:
Is eating a peep post workout counter productive? In my defense, it was on top of the protein shake and fell as if to say I needed it. And it was only one...
I ate the rest of the pack yesterday....
Just sayin...

If I Stroke Out, It's Most Definitely YOUR Fault

I have felt like shit lately. My head pounds and I'm so exhausted that unloading the dish washer seems like climbing Mt Everest. My hands shake and my heart beats so fast and hard that I feel like it's going to bust out of my chest like Freddy Kruger. (You know what I'm talking about...that scene where he comes out of the kid's chest in the 4th or 5th movie....)
Today is the first day that I didn't need a nap or feel like I was going to fall out more than twice. (Really...it feels like an accomplishment) In my happy-I-didn't-die-today mood, I went to get some cash out of the bedroom so that I could take my beautiful spawn and my cute nephew to get ice cream tonight. To my surprise...the money that was there (we'll say $300+) is GONE! Where, you may ask. Well...I'm not sure.
Being that I rarely carry cash, I know that it wasn't me...because spending cash would be a notable moment. I'm assuming it was my 7 year old...who must have put it on her lunch account...even though she gets lunch free because her mother is broke.
It also could have been used to purchase Britney Spears paraphernalia, as she is obsessed. And when I find whoever took her to purchase such things with my hard earned sammich money, I'm probably going to kill them.
I mean really, who gets a kick out of taking money from someone who couldn't even afford their car payment and insurance? Seriously...it's ridiculous. And my kid is so grounded for her theft...cuz really...it MUST have gone to Brit Brit stuff. Because there is nothing else to show for it.

Shun the Non-Believer!!!! Shun! Shun!

First let me start with saying I hate wall paper and it's the devil.
So aside from my bathroom smelling like a room of douche, my daughter is finding it hard to contain her hatefulness today (which I'm sure has something to do with the mundane task of peeling wall paper and breathing in douche fumes).
As she storms out of the bathroom where I am feeling like buying spray paint and doing the bathroom with it because it seems like a better plan, she screams "I'm going outside...kiss my butt!"
WHAT????? Kid has lost her mind!!!!!
Once in her room after the lecture on disrespect (during which she claims she said KICK my butt...but we know better!), she screams through the door "All I can do in here is count to 100!!!!" I inform her when she is done counting she can come out. She comes out and I tell her there is no way she counted to 100...
"YOU'RE JUST A NON-BELIEVER MOM!!!! NON-BELIEVER! NON-BELIEVER!"
And I now know what MY malfunction is...

If You Didn't Love Me, Don't Mourn Me...Because I Promise A Ghost-Slap

Ya know what? Birth control makes me incredibly bitchy. And I don't say this because of anything other than the fact that I get very opinionated and start to yap uncontrollably in a very heated manner. Several times, death has come up in conversation. A particular death. When I was told of this death, I had nothing to say. Not because of shock or depression or disbelief. There were none of these things when I learned of the death. It was because I didn't care.
Does this make me cold hearted? Maybe. But I've lost people near and dear to me and nothing pisses me off more than some insincere asshole pretending that the person you are mourning was such an intricate part of their lives when you know that they are just overwhelmed by their guilt or the shock. Does this sound mean? Maybe it does. But sometimes it's harder to lose someone we aren't on good terms with or haven't seen in forever than it is to lose a close accquaintance.
Why is that? Because of guilt. Guilt over not seeing them more or being there or treating them badly or giving them a mean nickname in the 5th grade. It really gets under my skin when someone suddenly loves someone in death...despite the fact that they were horrible to them in life.
I didn't mourn this death. Yes it was sad. Death is sad. Not for the dead but for the living that did love them and will be carrying on without them. Sometimes the situation is sad. But I really didn't want to be "that guy". Because I really hate "that guy". I didn't feel sad or even skip a beat when the news came. I did feel a twang of sadness for my friends that loved this person, and would have gladly been supportive of their mourning (so long as they just needed a shoulder and didn't expect me to take a trip down memory lane...because my trip would be like eating acid laced brownies on a haunted hayride). But I was not phased. And I'd really like for people to stop trying to convince me that I'm a bad person for NOT taking a moment of silence. I'm sure this person looked up from Hell or down from Heaven or in from their respective treely reincarnation and thought "Yeah...I figured she wouldn't care" and rightly so. We weren't friends. We were secret enemies in some way that really was unclear to me. If it had been me, and she had cried and become inconsolable and mourned me, I'd have ghost-slapped her. Because I'd know it was the guilt of wrong doings or the shock of the situation. Not because it had caused some rift in her life...and I'd have been unoffended if she didn't mourn me. I wouldn't expect her to. Because we weren't friends and she tried to sabotage me in the oddest and most passive aggressive ways possible. I'm unsure why and maybe I was the mean one and once upon a time I stepped on her toe in gym class and didn't say sorry. Given our history, I'm not sorry. I don't know if incidents were coincidental or if my life just really sucked and she was in it to help prove it...either way, I don't care. This doesn't make me a bad person. It makes me honest and true to my feelings...and I know that the hormones in the Nuva-ring are helping me with my honesty!

PS: On that note...girl that I saw today wearing damn-near no clothes...don't do it again. Shirt dresses need leggings...gas stations are not music videos.

Sick My Duck

As we all know, there's many names for oral sex (yeah I used that!) depending on who you're talking to. The first time I heard it called "head" I think I was in the 7th or 8th grade and my cousin said something about it. I had no idea what he was referring to, but I figured it out because Goddess forbid I actually ask (never would have lived that down). Over the years I've heard many more...some entertaining and some just plain stupid. I've also heard many names for mouths in reference to oral sex (cock holster being one of my favorites).
The reason this has come up on my mind is that some how fellatio (oh yeah...used that too!) has been a hot topic this week on television and in conversation. First off, I'd like to let everyone know that virgins are 6 times more likely to suck wieners. The thought that came up after hearing this was:

Who's happier? A man with a virgin that's getting tons of head?

OR

A man that's getting laid but not getting as much head?

If anyone can figure this out, let me know. Because men are in love with blow jobs I've decided from research (yes...I do randomly ask men stupid questions like this.). Some claim they like it more as foreplay and some don't care...but the general consensus is head is good. So which would be better??

The other thing that brought this up is this:

If a girl says she is sick to her stomach, the very last thing she wants to do is put a penis in her mouth!!!! Tease the Gag Reflex is not a game for someone with nausea.

Gentlemen, if we are nice enough to give you warning, please take caution. Not all women do this and you should be thankful. If we tell you that we'd like to kick you in the junk because you are causing us great anger, that means walk away and let it go for a minute. If we tell you that we are PMSing and may or may not snap at any minute, be on good behavior. (SIDENOTE: This could also be good for you to do, as we would probably like a heads up when you're in a shit mood because *insert random thing that makes men grumpy*) So when we say "I want to vomit" don't bring up head, dome, brains, polishing your knob, or any other term you'd like to use!!! Not only does that significantly lower your chances of actually getting any mouth time, it also is a sign you couldn't give a shit less and would probably offer to head butt us when we have a headache...