Screw The Inventor of Daylight Savings Time

Pitch black outside at 5pm in the evening? Grrrr!!! No wonder I feel like strangling someone.

Good thing the fam is all coming together for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Our gene pool could prolly use a little paring down...

Blatant Brown Nosing

When I was laid off from my cubicle nightmare and became a full time stay-at-home game show viewer, I got hooked on a shit ton of blogs. Food blogs, 'Mommy' blogs, reality garbage blogs...if I dug it, I favorited it.

Then I got a 'real' job ('real' meaning one that required me to change out of my pajamas) so I wasn't able to properly keep up with all my blogs. Thank gawd my job was only part time so there was no need to fully exorcise my blog demons. I just pared the list down a bit, keeping up with my faves on my days off.

The following are the fortunate few who made my cut, and why I feel the need to continually stalk them (and btw, this blog is sponsored by no one. These opinions are solely my own. Especially the brown-nosing ones.)

Dooce: Dooce has sorta turned into 'douche' but I can't live without Chuck and Coco updates. And Marlo. That adorable little terror is gonna make for some inneresting posts real soon!

Barefoot Foodie: Brittany started out as a self-proclaimed "suck ass food blogger" but has turned into a bundle of madness and hilarity that keeps me hooked. LOVE. HER.

Absurd to Sublime: Reality garbage site - mostly on Real Housewives - but it's required reading if one wants to remain in the know about the Housewives dynasty.

Can You Stay For Dinner: Not only is Andrea smokin' hot but she's a total sweetheart who can cook her ass off. Hers is the only site I can consistently find recipes Mouth will eat.

FindaDeath: Ohmigawd. If you want to lose like two hours of your life, go on FindaDeath. You won't be able to stop looking at all the names in the directory (and be sure to click on ALL the photo links...unless you're not into gore and all that cool stuff.)

The Meanest Mom: I dig her. Probably because she had so many kids in such a short time span that I realized my life could be a LOT harder!

The Bloggess: I admit it, I was a little late in joining the Bloggess bandwagon but anyone who buys then names a five-foot metal rooster "Beyonce" and then leaves it at the front door for her husband to find wins my time.

FuckyeahAlbuquerque: My newest blog addiction. Not the most classy title but he finds the most RANDOM shit that cracks me up for hours.

Awkward Family Photos: Not really a blog but a total must. It also makes you realize that those painful group photo sessions you spent with your family at Olan Mills in front of the same backgrounds in place since 1964 weren't all that bad.

Life's Crazy Joke: I love Meredith not only because she named one of her sons 'Lars' (which just KICKS ASS) but because blogging isn't her life. She has a 'real' job during the day firing people and stuff and in her spare time she gets drunk and takes hot pictures of herself in the mirror, only to realize she was looking at herself with her own beer goggles. She's highlarious and I look forward to her posts, especially the 'Case Of The Mondays' advice. She's the inspiration behind this blatant brown-nosing blog because I was a little snarky on her blog and now want back in her good graces. MEREDITH KICKS ASS.

Parent Teacher Conference Time Again!

The good news? My kid's test scores peg him at a junior in high school.

The bad news? He's only in sixth grade.

So they're telling me I'm already dealing with a teenager's mouth and he isn't even in junior high yet? I'm gonna need a straight jacket by the time he hits college!

Either that or a new liver...

Tough Guys Like Sweets, Too

When Mouth is on Xbox, he tries to act and talk tough because that's what boys do. Once in a while, I catch him saying 'dammit' or 'hell'. I don't like it but I pick my battles. As long as he doesn't say it to me, we're cool. Tonight, I heard the jingling music of the ice cream man. Then I hear, "Man down! I'm going in. Patrick, cover me, take the left flank and....HOLY SHIT! IT'S THE ICE CREAM MAN. I'LL BE RIGHT BACK, GUYS!!!"

Something about that whole sentence just cracked me up. But after I finished laughing, I yelled at him for saying 'shit'.

Jingle Bells

Besides finding Ryan Gosling wearing nothing but a big red bow under my tree on Christmas morning, this is TOTALLY what I want.