The post where I don't think I have anything worth saying and find out I have a WHOLE LOT TO SAY

So I haven't updated in a while 'cause mainly I don't have anything to say that I think anyone would be interested. And normally, I don't care if anyone finds anything on here interesting. But today, I want to be interesting. No one wants to see a picture of my niece licking the Carvel cake cardboard. Or do you?






That was Easter. She insisted on licking it and I didn't care and her father was okay with it 'cause she was going to go home on a sugar high. Oh, did I tell you she's going to be a big sister in September. Her mom is having a baby after 8 years. Now supposedly, Chandler was the miracle baby back in '97 because of her mom supposedly wasn't supposed to be able to carry full term but Chandler was only born a day early. So hopefully, this one is just as healthy and happy as Chandler was and is. Oh and her mom is also getting married next month. But that's another story.

I could talk about how I got the highest raise possible a week ago but since it was only a .40 raise I won't. I could talk about how I love my friends dearly but if you are going to quite your job and then complain that you can't find one afterwards and you don't know how your going to pay your bills, I kinda don't have any sympathy for you. You weren't being harassed, you didn't get a paycut; you just didn't like it. Well, guess what. I don't think there are too many people who like their jobs. They go 'cause they have to to pay bills and put food on their tables. And I do love my friends, but don't take it out on your kids that you don't have money. They didn't tell you to quit your job. In fact, they are depending on you to support them. And I do love my friends, but when I invite you over for a cook-out, I'd appreciate it if you didn't immediately get on the computer and then leave me and my boyfriend to babysit your 5 and 10 year old. I love my godsons and they love me and I love my friend but sometimes I could just shake her and and yell "What are the hell are you thinking?" Oh and it probably wasn't a good idea to tell your new landlords of 4 months that you quite your job. Maybe that's why they raised your rent. They don't want someone who doesn't have a job living in their home. Just a thought.

Now that that's out of my system, wanna see more pictures?



I made this at Jen's house over the weekend. See how pretty it is? It was so pretty that I decided I had to have my own. So on Monday, I made my own. But my had yellow frosting and sprinkles in the shape of butterfly's and flowers. I left it in the center of the table with a covering and assorted kitchen utensils around it to protect it. Yesterday I came home and all day long I had been dreaming of having cake and ice cream. So I go in the kitchen and look at everything still relatively in its same place and I pull back the wrapping and.....there's no damn cake! I look at my dog, who suddenly looks very guilty and she slowly ambles out of the kitchen and can barely make it on the couch when I realize the damn dog ate my cake. The whole cake minus two pieces from the night before. After I was done yelling at her, she had the nerve to roll on her back and show me how large her stomach was. It was rock hard from all the sugar and carbohydrates she ate. The biotch ate my cake. You think I would have learned from the 3 trillion other times she ate stuff off the table like a turkey carcass (all we ever found from that was one little bone) , 3 or 4 loafs of bread (always found the plastic bag it came in) and a medley of other things that I'm pretty sure we never knew of. She gets fed everyday but after yesterday, I don't think she's gonna get fed for a week.

Okay, so maybe I did have some things to talk about. Now I have to go clean the house and get ready for work. Yeah for Erin W. coming over and playing some Bitchin' Rummy tonight. I still gotta get Rae and Greg over for some card playing.

Later.