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term="coffee" /><category term="wisconsin history" /><category term="Master Pity Baiter" /><category term="organizing it all" /><category term="30 Days of..." /><category term="cleaning" /><title>My Dirty Kitchen Floor: Pages of a Dubiously Pissed off Housewife</title><subtitle type="html">This is the Housewife Project and these are the rantings of a an unexpected housewife yet committed Stay-at-Home-Mom on life's ridiculous challenges and twisted demands all while trying to stay afloat in this socioeconomic dog-eat-dog world we like to call the American Dream</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mydirtykitchenfloor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mydirtykitchenfloor.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635738486474068906/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" 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/><feedburner:emailServiceId>MyDirtyKitchenFloorPagesOfADubiouslyPissedOffHousewife</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UGQXc5eyp7ImA9WhRUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635738486474068906.post-946574648629934085</id><published>2012-01-23T16:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:53:40.923-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T16:53:40.923-06:00</app:edited><title>Stuff.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mydirtykitchenfloor.blogspot.com/feeds/946574648629934085/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mydirtykitchenfloor.blogspot.com/2012/01/stuff.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635738486474068906/posts/default/946574648629934085?v=2" /><link 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Damn, stuff.I wanted some stuff for the kid. He has fallen in love with Jay Jay the Jet Plane.  Jay Jay the creepy face weirdo blue jet plane. Creepy cartoon. But since he loves it already and can sing a lot of the theme song I felt it my duty as a mom to acquire him some late 90s Jay Jay the effin' Jet Plane stuff. And the only place to find antiquated PBS cartoon toys is in the land of 
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HERE'S TO 5 FUCKING YEARS!


8.27.2006




And here's to five fucking more!




Hey may be a jerkface neanderthal jackass fuckface mother fucker,
but he's my jerkface neanderthal jackass fuckface mother fucker.

And I sure do love him...mostly.

Damn jackass totally had me at motorcycle
then he handcuffed our hands behind us...




Cheers, Donna


xoxo


PS: This was our first pic taken 
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Give a lady your honest opinion!!

Also may I propose a question to you readers, if you were to meet Donna in the flesh, what would you expect her to look like? A 1950s Housewife? A 70s Stay at Home Mom? A 
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Me. Changing a tire. Me. Just me.

In honor of my ex's birthday tomorrow. I hope he has a lovely day with his boyfriend, and I bet that bitch is still holding the light and letting someone else be the man.



And ladies, as always, be careful what you wish for.





Cheeers,

Donna Freakin' Reed





xoxox



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I once enjoyed planning out dinners, making a list, cutting coupons, wandering down the aisles as if I didn't have a care in the world and all with my sweet precious adorable little boy.  Oh, he's so ceewwwwtt the old ladies would say and pinch his little cheeks. I would hear people say to the person next to them, 'Oh, what a darling little boy,' as we strolled by with me smiling proudly and 
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