Get your guesses in! No prizes, just bragging rights (my bookie is on vacation anyway). My official due date is August 14 and he was in the 34th percentile for his weight at the last sonogram in April. Post your guesses below:
Me:
7 lb 8 oz, August 2
Aunt Stephie:
7 lb 14 oz, August 14
Daddy:
7lb 2oz, August 2
Mern:
7lb 4oz, August 9
Aunt Rachie:
7lb 8oz, August 9
Beth S:
8lb 2oz, August 10
Looks like Aunt Rachie was the big winner! Nutt was born on 8/9/10 and weighed 7lb 8oz!
Her prize? She gets to babysit her favorite nephew anytime she wants to...FOR FREE!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Two Different Breeds of Bitch
After yet another round of he said/she said, I've (yet again) re-evaluated the people that I call friends. Yes, some people have got to go. So I will speak my peace in this blog and I am cutting the cord.
I'm a bitch. I'm fully aware of this fact and it doesn't bother me. But lately I've been introduced to a completely different breed of bitch that I've never dealt with before. I guess I mean that I've never given time enough to put up with before. They're catty, two-faced bitches (apparently both male and female) that will smile at you and tell you they're looking out for your best interest when in fact, they're watching for you to fuck up with their best-interest in mind. Like the little yippy dogs people carry in their purses. All bark.
I think that these people have mistaken my kindness for weakness. Well, please mind my indifference because you really don't mean a damn thing to me anymore. You and your over-inflated egos seemed to have misunderstood me. I don't hate you. I don't care enough about you to hate you. If ignorance is bliss, you people must be the happiest morons in the entire world. Don't try to rattle me and ruin me because you're unhappy with yourselves. I refuse to feel guilty and lose what I have because I don't live up to your precious standards. I don't mind not being liked, I actually prefer it when dealing with people like you. Unless you prove to me that you are worth my respect, I don't give a shit what you think of me. I respect people who produce and appreciate their own self-worth and who do not rely on their ability to tear others down to boost their own non-existent self-esteem. It took me a long time to find out that I liked myself and it's going to take a hell of a lot longer for you jackasses to convince me any differently. My life is good, and I won't compromise on what is important to me. If you threaten that, you become less than nothing to me. If I wanted fake, plastic friends I'd collect Barbie dolls. If you are pretending to be someone or something that you are not, please save us both the time and do not approach me. I understand that you want to ruin my life because you are unhappy with yours. This DOES NOT mean that I will let you or that I won't show you the equivalent to the wrath of God if you still feel the need to try. I'm not looking for a fight but if you make the decision to present me with one, I will more than happily beat you into the ground. I would really enjoy knocking all of you senseless but it seems that someone has already done it for me. If you don't like me for fighting my own battles, being my own person, knowing and fighting for what I want - then so be it. I'm not going to pretend to be nicer or someone that I am not to make myself more pleasing to you. If you can't handle straightforward honesty, then that's your problem and you can keep it. I'm about as tactful as a bull in a china shop when you've pushed me to this point. I'm done caring if your fragile egos can be crushed under the weight of mere words. I'm ready to speak my mind. If I thought I needed to remain silent about all of this, I'd sew my own damned lips closed. I am not going to repress any part of my being to accommodate you. Only dead fish swim with the stream so go to hell. Whine and cry me a river so you can drown yourselves in it. I'm not here to please everyone. If what I do offends you, either have it out with me or MIND YOUR OWN DAMNED BUSINESS! I'm not interested in liabilities. If you have nothing positive to bring to my life, you will not be in it. Welcome to my breed of bitch.
I'm a bitch. I'm fully aware of this fact and it doesn't bother me. But lately I've been introduced to a completely different breed of bitch that I've never dealt with before. I guess I mean that I've never given time enough to put up with before. They're catty, two-faced bitches (apparently both male and female) that will smile at you and tell you they're looking out for your best interest when in fact, they're watching for you to fuck up with their best-interest in mind. Like the little yippy dogs people carry in their purses. All bark.
I think that these people have mistaken my kindness for weakness. Well, please mind my indifference because you really don't mean a damn thing to me anymore. You and your over-inflated egos seemed to have misunderstood me. I don't hate you. I don't care enough about you to hate you. If ignorance is bliss, you people must be the happiest morons in the entire world. Don't try to rattle me and ruin me because you're unhappy with yourselves. I refuse to feel guilty and lose what I have because I don't live up to your precious standards. I don't mind not being liked, I actually prefer it when dealing with people like you. Unless you prove to me that you are worth my respect, I don't give a shit what you think of me. I respect people who produce and appreciate their own self-worth and who do not rely on their ability to tear others down to boost their own non-existent self-esteem. It took me a long time to find out that I liked myself and it's going to take a hell of a lot longer for you jackasses to convince me any differently. My life is good, and I won't compromise on what is important to me. If you threaten that, you become less than nothing to me. If I wanted fake, plastic friends I'd collect Barbie dolls. If you are pretending to be someone or something that you are not, please save us both the time and do not approach me. I understand that you want to ruin my life because you are unhappy with yours. This DOES NOT mean that I will let you or that I won't show you the equivalent to the wrath of God if you still feel the need to try. I'm not looking for a fight but if you make the decision to present me with one, I will more than happily beat you into the ground. I would really enjoy knocking all of you senseless but it seems that someone has already done it for me. If you don't like me for fighting my own battles, being my own person, knowing and fighting for what I want - then so be it. I'm not going to pretend to be nicer or someone that I am not to make myself more pleasing to you. If you can't handle straightforward honesty, then that's your problem and you can keep it. I'm about as tactful as a bull in a china shop when you've pushed me to this point. I'm done caring if your fragile egos can be crushed under the weight of mere words. I'm ready to speak my mind. If I thought I needed to remain silent about all of this, I'd sew my own damned lips closed. I am not going to repress any part of my being to accommodate you. Only dead fish swim with the stream so go to hell. Whine and cry me a river so you can drown yourselves in it. I'm not here to please everyone. If what I do offends you, either have it out with me or MIND YOUR OWN DAMNED BUSINESS! I'm not interested in liabilities. If you have nothing positive to bring to my life, you will not be in it. Welcome to my breed of bitch.
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Top 10 Answeres Are on the Board...
Name something I experienced while working at Burger King in Sunbury...
1. People that haven't showered in multiple days (maybe even weeks)
2. About a full set of teeth (total between all customers)
3. Dirty children under the age of 3 wearing only a Pamper and sucking on a King size Dr. Pepper like it was a teat
4. People that have no idea how to get their bodily waste into a toilet without making a mess
5. Fat people that eat there EVERY SINGLE DAY and wonder why they are fat
6. High school drop outs that play the aqua skill game for more than an hour so they can win a free Whopper to feed their pregnant girlfriend
7. Fat ladies that drive brand new Ford Explorers and have their hair and nails done that get pissed when they can't use their Access (welfare cash assistance) cards to pay for their giant orders
8. Old people that spend half the day sitting around socializing while actual customers have nowhere to sit
9. Not many bras
10. People that order a small drink or soda instead of the value size and bitch about it until I have to do a void to get them their 60 cents that they overpaid because of their own stupidity
1. People that haven't showered in multiple days (maybe even weeks)
2. About a full set of teeth (total between all customers)
3. Dirty children under the age of 3 wearing only a Pamper and sucking on a King size Dr. Pepper like it was a teat
4. People that have no idea how to get their bodily waste into a toilet without making a mess
5. Fat people that eat there EVERY SINGLE DAY and wonder why they are fat
6. High school drop outs that play the aqua skill game for more than an hour so they can win a free Whopper to feed their pregnant girlfriend
7. Fat ladies that drive brand new Ford Explorers and have their hair and nails done that get pissed when they can't use their Access (welfare cash assistance) cards to pay for their giant orders
8. Old people that spend half the day sitting around socializing while actual customers have nowhere to sit
9. Not many bras
10. People that order a small drink or soda instead of the value size and bitch about it until I have to do a void to get them their 60 cents that they overpaid because of their own stupidity
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I Live in the Cell Phone Twilight Zone
First thing is first. I am writing this blog from my ancient dinosaur cell phone like a text so any abbreviations are intended, even though i hate them. Caps lock is also non-existent unless said stupid phone deems it necessary. Spelling sux 2. Anyway, i have not been blowing any of u off as sum angry txts that i've received have mentioned. Since matt n i have moved into the new place (namely since we both had multimedia added 2 both phones) we haven't been getting txts or missed calls or any vm's. The only way for me 2 get them is for me 2 shut my phone off and turn it back on again. I just did it and got 28 texts and 6 new voicemails that have been randomly floating around in cyberspace for the last 2 days. I've talked 2 at&t (who suck, btw) and apparently there is no problem even though their test txt didnt come in until i shut the phone off. I think that matts ex wife has put a wiccan curse on us but he thinks there's a more logical reason (i found her witchcraft books when we moved. Never say never). So if i don't get back to u for a few days, don't panic. I still love you (well, most of you) and i will respond as soon as i get the msgs.
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