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A Baby... Weird Right? I know!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/chrislo27/SU1BRzAwMjEuanBn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 579px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/chrislo27/SU1BRzAwMjEuanBn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; and having a baby...it feels &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; like.... surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even like children... or they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like me, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's probably the same situation with people who hate cats but then like their own cat. Eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, i am excited though... I mean i am worried that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; screw the kid up or he/she will have elephant ears and a furry back or something... *scary*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pregnancy so far has been "picture perfect" according to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OB's&lt;/span&gt; and Midwives. The sickness makes me want to stab myself in the chest with an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unsharpened&lt;/span&gt; pencil...but I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 Weeks along and I'm pretty ecstatic about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that may be the topic I write about for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt this will turn into a "Mommy Blog" tho, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; yea, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still nauseous so that means it's time to go throw up, bye for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-2281239278267186853?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wsq0miIovJjbdZhsQlznaYgUvdM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wsq0miIovJjbdZhsQlznaYgUvdM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/03/painnot-like-sexy-s-pain-tho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Black*Bird)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609928397990035692.post-7804647296970669262</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-05T22:55:20.579-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">btw</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men are shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Swoon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people hate me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">im being a pervert</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i dont give a shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how fast can you cum</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bored</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">you know its true</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stuff people wont say</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">orgasm</category><title>Patriotic Eggs and The Pipe Layer...</title><description>I was craving scrambled eggs all day today, so I rushed home to cook them...is that weird?&lt;div&gt;eh...doesn't matter...they were awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my exes told me that it was all in the whipping of the egg.  He said I shouldn't stop scrambling until I was pouring directly into the pan...as nicely as he was laying it down...I didn't care what he was talking about...I just smiled and agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His head game was also ridiculous...(Mommy, stop reading)...which means he pretty much got away with more than I would normally allow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I say allow because I'm not the one to really settle for something less than what I give, which is a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it funny how sex controls us sometimes?  How much we tolerate is directly related to how great the sex in the relationship is. Smh.  Does that make us all simple twits, or lust-thriving freaks?  Well its better than what some foreign alliance leaders call us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw-Like America, most of the people that you think love/wanna be you...Don't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-7804647296970669262?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eRFJW3TVoDk4N7h8gLKGY_qZSfI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eRFJW3TVoDk4N7h8gLKGY_qZSfI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/03/patriotic-eggs-and-pipe-layer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Black*Bird)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609928397990035692.post-5004744219361800720</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-25T13:28:49.870-05:00</atom:updated><title>God I Love Being Me...Until I Start to Age!</title><description>Yo! Whats the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happs&lt;/span&gt;?? Too weird? OK...&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm about to be 20-freaking-8! Now when it comes to other people turning 30 it's not even close to being old, but when I think about &lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt; turning 30....It feels a bit too soon.&lt;br /&gt;I had so many "things" that I wanted to accomplish before I turned 30 such as:&lt;br /&gt;[] Marriage to someone who gets me, and wants the same things I do (Like sex and ice cream at 4 am.)&lt;br /&gt;[] Children...I want 4 but, people say I'll change my mind after the first one!&lt;br /&gt;[] 3 consecutive hot air balloon rides.&lt;br /&gt;[] To fire a 12 gauge.&lt;br /&gt;[] Travel to a different country every few years with my mom and husband and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rugrats&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[] Learn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' ice skate without my ass being blue and purple the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;[] See every movie in the theater on one day. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;[] Wear one purple shoe and one yellow shoe all day and see what reaction I get from people!&lt;br /&gt;[] Go snorkeling or Scuba diving!&lt;br /&gt;[] Play real truth or dare, like the REAL one with Jack Daniels and a whip.&lt;br /&gt;[] Skip all day instead of walk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things...maybe I can still squeeze some of these in!!&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't feel old at all...It's just all in my head...like the voice that tells me to snatch lollipops from toddlers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-5004744219361800720?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I had &lt;strike&gt;well still have really&lt;/strike&gt; a bout with Gastroenteritis. Not. Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure I screamed for Jesus to "take me now" at least 12 times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;All because of food poisoning from a Mexican Restaurant. Bastards, I should burn the fucking place to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I would post their name here and urge everyone to forgo the fajitas with a side of vomit, but I'm keeping my court cases to a minimum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have much to update really... Just the usual me trying to push my body to get better quicker than it would like to. Basically I'm being forced to slow down which may or may not be a great thing. But...eh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I've missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggin&lt;/span&gt;'...it felt like forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;But, mommas home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your day weekend psychos! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0xNrvTVhEdk-kvKHuZlVcXH9BDs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0xNrvTVhEdk-kvKHuZlVcXH9BDs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-little-bitches-and-their-jeans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Black*Bird)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609928397990035692.post-1251046651423739676</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T15:20:16.845-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i dont give a shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bored</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">you know its true</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rambling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people are dumb and i hate them</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stuff people wont say</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things i almost got arrested for</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people hate me</category><title>I Want to Be a Sexy Pre-Cog like my Lesbian Lover!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6eSxslrgXo/S0jkcV30eYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZnGzw62d0HA/s1600-h/middle-finger-kid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6eSxslrgXo/S0jkcV30eYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZnGzw62d0HA/s200/middle-finger-kid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today I think I'll sit in the mall and dish out "random" advice to strangers!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Do you remember the movie Minority Report? Well, Samantha Morton, whom I have an uncomfortable crush on, plays the PreCog Agatha. There was a scene in this movie where her and Tom Cruise are running through a mall and she's giving random strangers advice...like "don't go home, he knows"! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I thought this was sooooo awesome and so I have decided to replicate this scene in real life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm wondering how long it will take before I get &lt;strike&gt;arrested&lt;/strike&gt; thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I figure I can say things that aren't lewd but still funny...like:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~ "That down pillow is why your nose runs every morning."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~ "She likes it when you flick your tongue."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;~ "You actually wear a size 9 shoe, not 7."&lt;br /&gt;
~ " Go see your mom, trust me."&lt;br /&gt;
Wouldn't this be awesome? I think I'll choke on spit while pissing my pants with laughter before I get thrown out tho.&lt;br /&gt;
I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I really should just get over that shit really quickly because I mean dude, the market is only going to get better. I am the queen of deals...I LOVE getting awesome stuff for like pennies! It just makes me feel like I've gotten the most for my money ya know? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Random-Thought: I love me some pineapple!! Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;
Ok...&lt;br /&gt;
So I've asked around and people have given me a lot of suggestions but how do I know that these people aren't like child molesters or if they're hiding dead bodies in their basements?? I already don't trust people and now little ole me is trying to attain property for the best deal without having to give anybody head or a slow hand job. The deals I've seen are a little too awesome for my skeptical ass to appreciate. I understand the system a little bit better after asking one of my friends 156 million questions, that only spawned more questions...but he understands. Thanx Kev!! He wants everyone to get a great a deal as his...which I won't mention because I'm sure the FBI is crawling the net and his deal was sooo awesome I don't want to put him or his broker in jeopardy! I got your back Kev!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So here is what I have so far... &lt;br /&gt;
Houses are a better fit for me because I love my space. I get kind of crazy with the Pavarotti blasting at 2am and I love to paint and recreate the space for myself, but that will be almost impossible with associations keeping me down... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Condos are great in the fact that I don't have to do shit! If anything breaks I can pretty much just call a &lt;strike&gt;sexy stripper turned&lt;/strike&gt; plumber to come a "service" me. &lt;br /&gt;
But I will have to smell other people's cooking and nasty smells and stuff ew! &lt;br /&gt;
I may even have to fight for parking. Grrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;
Eh, I'm leaning toward the home but now don't laugh...I want to be able to take a dip in the pool. I know it's stupid, but condos come with fitness centers and pools. So I'm moping around about the fact that if I get a home I won't get a pool, and Kev (my home buying guru) says that I can get a personal pool for under $400!! &lt;br /&gt;
Problem Solved. &lt;br /&gt;
Until I learn more about this shit and then end up clueless again. &lt;br /&gt;
Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-3224658471708125692?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I'm in a bad mood today so I will be making a list of all of the people and things that have made my life THAT much harder.........Fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;
(FYI this can NOT be construed as slander as I will only be stating my opinion)...So HA!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OK sooooo the list is growing everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I HATE:&lt;br /&gt;
~ The lady whose voice I hear every time I check my balance! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ The people who invented Root Beer...Not Cream Soda...Root Beer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ "Michael" from Lost.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ Blue Balls...or whatever the term is for women!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ Anybody named Hitch...cause that's just stupid!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ The IT guy that I have to call every time I lose my signal...I'm not calling you because I want to "catch up on old times"...jerk...!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ The lady in Staples that I asked where I could find a good mechanical pencil that scoffed at me because she "thought only math teachers used those"... ignorant bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ All of the people still saying "Happy New Year"...idk why...but it bugs the shit outta me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~ The person that knocks on the door when I'm in the bathroom at work. When the door is locked, I'm pretty sure that means someone is in there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ Anyone who doesn't know what a "Hatori Hanso" sword is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ The color purple...the actual color, not the movie!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ The bastards on this cruise brochure that still look all happy knowing damn well I have an attitude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ This loser at work that cut the label off of my Calvin Klein coat because he said it was too "showy!" He's lucky I didn't slit his damn tires!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ My unpredictable urine stream. Yea you heard right, it switches up on me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ The people who continue to talk to me even though I tell them that "I'm in a bad mood!" Stop talking to me,&amp;nbsp;I wont magically snap out of it because you're "awesome". Leave me the fuck alone!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ The therapist that says I'm not social enough. Eat deez nuts sir!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ My sexy ass boss' wife. Lucky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~ The fact that my Blackberry screen is not a touch screen and silently giggles at me every time I have to click the "trackball"! I'm living in the stone age.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I can feel the aggravation still festering in my chest...more to come!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Aaaaaaand moving on...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So, one of my friends is leaving her husband after 11 years of marriage. This sucks for a bunch of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;1. She put all of these years into some guy and now has to start over. Its like a 5000 piece jigsaw puzzle that drops to the floor and splatters the moment you try to move it! Hell no! I'm not starting that shit over from the beginning... It's just a waste...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;2. The double income disappears!! Stop acting like you all weren't thinking the same exact thing! I know what its like to lose that extra money that you've grown &lt;strike&gt;to take for granted&lt;/strike&gt; used to. It's not cool at all! You'll have to eat beans and rice until you get accustomed to your new budget. Beans fucking suck, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;3. Her ass is 11 years older than she was when she started dating the last time. Which means her tight ass and perky tits are now cottage cheese in a garbage bag and stretch marks racing each other across her boob! NOT HOT!! Its a shame...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;4. She has kids by the l&lt;strike&gt;oser&lt;/strike&gt; guy! Which means &lt;strike&gt;they will be eating beans too&lt;/strike&gt; they are now the victims of a broken home! smh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;5. She'll be alone. Which she obviously doesn't mind because shes choosing to leave the guy rather than stay so...alone is probably looking really great to her right now!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;OK, now I see some silver lining here...let me fill you in:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;She can bang ANYONE she wants without &lt;strike&gt;getting caught&lt;/strike&gt; worrying about hurting someone elses feelings! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ha! Shiiii...that kind of freedom sounds good to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;...Yeah, that's all I really can think of...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Good Luck Mamita!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;No, you can NOT stay with me Lou....I love you...but Hell NO!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My walking around naked all the time might aggravate you after a few days anyway...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I flipped on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tele&lt;/span&gt; and since I fell asleep with the TV on Nickelodeon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt; was on. Now I was half sleep, but is it me or is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt; NOT for children?&lt;br /&gt;
Now before I say anything, I am a HUGE fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt;. BUT, would I let my kids watch it? Um...probably not. They say things like "shut up", "stupid", and I may have even heard a "damn"!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so after half watching and listening for about 10 minutes, I SWEAR I see one cartoon figure bent over another. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;horn dog&lt;/span&gt;, so more than likely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; making this into something that its not! But kids nowadays know more about sex than they did years ago... So tell me this...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;How the hell am I supposed to explain sex to my kids?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; being a parent already scares the shit out of me because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen how parents seriously fuck up their kids. When your child comes to you and asks about sex and babies and crap like that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; are you supposed to tell them?&lt;br /&gt;
Depending on how old they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you can totally get away with "Well honey, you can fill out an application and place an order with Santa and he'll put you on a list to receive a baby when one becomes available". But how about when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; like 11 and no longer buying any of the bullshit your selling? What then?&lt;br /&gt;
What if my little boy sees me getting out of the shower and asks "whats that?" while pointing at my vagina crawl space.&lt;br /&gt;
It's too scary!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I have a girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; screwed. The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;menstruation&lt;/span&gt; thing makes me vomit in my mouth and slowly die inside&amp;nbsp;every month as it is.&lt;br /&gt;
It's &lt;strike&gt;bullshit&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;madness I tell ya!!&lt;br /&gt;
I see the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;holistic&lt;/span&gt;" parents&amp;nbsp;who never even fib to their children because they believe lying breeds lies. So when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; kids ask about penises they say things like "Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sweetie&lt;/span&gt;, men have these tools to enter into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; vagina and plant the seeds of life"! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care what you do to your children but my 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; going to be talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;vaginas&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;....fuck that!&lt;br /&gt;
You can ruin the little freaks before they even hit puberty.&lt;br /&gt;
Parenting is hard enough without all the damn questions you have to answer in the deli section of the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;
* What is a nipple?&lt;br /&gt;
* Why are you and daddy so noisy at night?&lt;br /&gt;
* What does mommy mean?&lt;br /&gt;
* Can I pee right here?&lt;br /&gt;
* Do boogers have feelings?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; exhausted already... &lt;br /&gt;
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I told him he was better than the Cotton Candy ice cream that I &lt;strike&gt;am addicted to&lt;/strike&gt; LOVE from Cold Stone! Yep, I love him that much!&lt;br /&gt;
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and he's hot....soooooo....I'm guessing I should book a flight to the UK like asap huh?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sounds like a plan...(mental note: birth control? *check*)&lt;br /&gt;
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In all honesty...Thank You Simon...YOU are why I write at all! *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;
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Carry on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-169357450045673851?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;My ass feels like its unconscious. 5 people could have felt me up by now and I wouldn't have even known.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Am I hungry? I just ate...I need like a shot of Red Bull and a banana dipped in strawberry yogurt. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Now, rubber comes from trees right? Yeah, how the hell does that work?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;It's so hard to be nice to people when you have an attitude. I feel like I want to snap sometimes...Does that mean I'm crazy? Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I unfold every paperclip that I come in contact with...do you do this?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;OK so back to &lt;strike&gt;slowly counting to 10 so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; chew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; face off&lt;/strike&gt; work... &lt;br /&gt;
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Before I get the dirty looks from all the "real" vegetarians just remember....it's my life and my body so I can do whatever the hell I want to...so suck on these!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok so now...Why am I doing it? Lots of reasons...:&lt;br /&gt;
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^ It's GREAT for my body!! After 27 years of burgers, steak, bacon and lamb...I'm guessing my body needs a break. No reason to rush into a heart attack right??&lt;br /&gt;
^ Im not really a "Save the Animals" kind of chick but, after watching some documentary and reading all about the torture and the electric baths...my stomach kind of turns a little bit now!&lt;br /&gt;
^ Ive read that 1 person cutting back on 2/3 of their share of meat can save lives and prevent global warming...took me a while to understand but its something like less meat means less dead carcasses and less energy being used to kill all of these animals...so less slaughter house energy means less pollution. Less pollution means less global warming...lol something like that!&lt;br /&gt;
^ I've read somewhere that humans arent supposed to eat meat anyway...either the bible or something about our intestines not being equipped to deal with the long digestion period of meat!&lt;br /&gt;
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So &lt;strike&gt;pity&lt;/strike&gt; congratulate me..!&lt;br /&gt;
There are TONS of resources about the transformation on the net...&lt;a href="http://www.chooseveg.com/vegan-substitutes.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is one of them!&lt;br /&gt;
Today is day 3...now I know that 3 isn't a big number...but remember Christmas is coming up and tough times lie ahead. I think I should be OK though...&lt;br /&gt;
Wish me luck... Do I smell bacon??&lt;br /&gt;
Shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-1359477635118765904?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had a massage since the Reagan administration so I felt like it might be time to ya know, go get a rub down!&lt;br /&gt;So I get there and its very classy and elegant.  There is a doorman that escorts me into the spa and bows while he's holding the door.  The owners were there to greet me and we had a quick talk about the business that I send to them and how they are very grateful (Nice bunch of people those Ukrainians)!&lt;br /&gt;So she escorts me into a dark room with serene music and shadow spotlights, and asks me which type of massage I would like to have.  I let her know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; kind of tense and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had a day off in 11 days so I might need a Deep Tissue massage.  She agreed and told me where to put my clothes and let me know that if I wanted to leave my underwear on, I could. &lt;br /&gt;So once she leaves the room I strip down butt naked, because I mean seriously...I love my body and I'm not shy or uncomfortable in my own skin.  I lay down on the table face down and tuck my fingers under my hips. &lt;br /&gt;She comes in and says "Wow, you're naked...I love it"...!&lt;br /&gt;As she proceeds to caress my back, I can feel myself relaxing already.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Now the real party starts when she massages all the way UP my leg...also known as the ASS area of my body!&lt;br /&gt;Now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had a massage in quite some time, but I do NOT remember my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;butt cheeks&lt;/span&gt; being a part of the ordeal at all! While molesting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;butt crack&lt;/span&gt; she says things like "You're skin is so soft, what do you do to it?"...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, maybe she figured because I stripped down to "la buff" that I wanted to be sodomized by her fingers? Well the thing is, I actually enjoyed her fondling my private parts...(Great so now I'm a lesbian, awesome...)...I thought I was all finished and then she hit me with the two sexiest words you can ever hear during sex... In a sexy, sultry voice she said "TURN OVER"!!!&lt;br /&gt;I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt; Shit...&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to massage my upper chest area, like right above the "ladies".  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; the most awesome feeling but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a touchy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;feely&lt;/span&gt; person anyway, so I was very happy. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;And then she insulted me by saying she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; understand why a pretty girl has such ugly eyebrows (Europeans...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt;) , so she waxed and plucked me to death, which really made me feel pampered....It was great!&lt;br /&gt;The next day I had another massage set up by a different spa, and she was an older lady with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;waaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; more experience, so after THAT massage I had lobster skin... and my neck felt so loose and no longer tense! it was like I was finally free! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;All in all I enjoyed the molestation and stuff...massages ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-5248244272531078328?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So guys don't go rubbing on her bean until you get all of her beauty facts!&lt;br /&gt;But my piece is coming out soon so, I love to have my head massaged...&lt;br /&gt;*...I like it when he aims to please me...YEP...because I AIM to please...I LOVE to have him satisfied, it just feels so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;*...blow me a kiss or motion a kiss from far away...I'll be squirming in my seat after a few of those.&lt;br /&gt;*...sex toys...they just make the world better...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*...having sex in places where people might see...or we might get into trouble...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt; yum!&lt;br /&gt;*...uncircumcised penises...enough said!&lt;br /&gt;*...manhandling...I like to be tossed around sometimes...maybe even a slap here and there...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; yes I know...with the wrong person, this can be a disaster...(I found that out the hard way....OK, moving on!)&lt;br /&gt;*...sex in weird/erotic places: bathrooms, beaches, roof tops, the tops of car or trucks, parents/grandparents houses, malls, movie theaters, laundry rooms...etc...&lt;br /&gt;*...CUNNILINGUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I'm doing the hula dance in my seat just thinking about it!)&lt;br /&gt;*...his pleasure...This a big one...I won't get excited if I don't see that HE is excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, Dislikes/things that will never get you any of my Peach:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...body odor...I mean I LOVE giving head (ma if you're still reading, STOP right now!!)...yeah so...because I love giving head so much I have dealt with the musky, sweaty thing...but it's not optimal, and you or your balls shouldn't smell like you've been playing basketball in the desert!&lt;br /&gt;...tongues in my ear...hell to the no...please, just don't!&lt;br /&gt;...dirty hands and/or fingernails...because yuck sir!&lt;br /&gt;...bad breath, FYI...this does NOT include that quickie in the morning before work!&lt;br /&gt;...for you to stick anything inside my vagina that isn't a part of your body or a sex toy...this includes broom handles, pens, straws, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt;, beer bottles, teething rings, or the like!&lt;br /&gt;...ambivalence...because if you don't want to work for it, you wont get it! Period.&lt;br /&gt;...bad teeth or smile, or hygiene...or dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sure there are a few more that Ive forgotten but we can add those in a bit later!&lt;br /&gt;OK...........................talk amongst yourselves... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-3340159045493476020?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SHnreZJAmQfAeBb7zC990cQKOyk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SHnreZJAmQfAeBb7zC990cQKOyk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/11/touch-me-tease-meor-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Black*Bird)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609928397990035692.post-2868924058972943481</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-14T17:34:23.786-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i dont give a shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">you know its true</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rambling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people are dumb and i hate them</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weird</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stuff people wont say</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">being lazy</category><title>The Life of A Mom...Poop In The Fingernails!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6eSxslrgXo/Sv3Oq3nst0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4foxHKwfbc0/s1600-h/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403702363794749250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6eSxslrgXo/Sv3Oq3nst0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4foxHKwfbc0/s320/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quishu&lt;/span&gt;...He is bad as all hell!! But he's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;booboo&lt;/span&gt; so I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;what'reyagonnado&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;
So recently he took his bad ass into the kitchen and turned the garbage over and ate what was left of a popcorn dinner that I had recently... (Don't judge me!)&lt;br /&gt;
Needless to say he was beyond backed up, he was at that stage of constipation where you sit in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; corner and whimper, or growl at the foreign object formally known as your right paw!&lt;br /&gt;
So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; take it anymore, I had to save my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;baby boy&lt;/span&gt;...I knew what it was because all of the online sites pointed to extreme constipation (and I didn't REALLY feel like paying the $196 vet fee...bastards...)...so I thought to myself maybe I should give him a puppy laxative...or (what the pet sites that I cruise occasionally refer to as) mineral oil.&lt;br /&gt;
...2 days later still NO POOP... So I had to do something I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stand to see him squirming around!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; hate me, I would never do anything to hurt my poor baby...but what's a mom to do????? The vet I talked to on the phone said to use a turkey baster, (yeah like I have those lying around...judgemental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beeyotch&lt;/span&gt;!)...so I said can I just use a straw or something?...no answer...I could feel her rolling her damn eyes too...ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;
She said "if you bring him into the office we can try to break down the blockage", I said "so why cant I do that myself, for free?"...she said "Um, well you can try"...this fucker is aggravating me now.&lt;br /&gt;
I put her on speaker and took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Quishu&lt;/span&gt; outside on the deck and tried not to vomit...&lt;br /&gt;
She wanted me to put my damn finger in my baby's bum!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?!?! I wanted to chew off the side of this lady's face!! But.....he was suffering...and screaming...and lets just say that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; sit down for 2 days...BUT................I DID IT!!!!! And he made poo...&lt;br /&gt;
He is feeling loads better already...he's back to running around like a psycho and jumping into my arms with a plate of food in my lap...and then mommy has to spend her movie-night cleaning spaghetti off of his bum...awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
But whats best for the baby is all that matters, no matter that every time I see him poop I have convulsions and silently die &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;...cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;eeeew&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
But yeah, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my tragedy...yes...I know!&lt;br /&gt;
____________________________&lt;br /&gt;
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Side Note:&lt;br /&gt;
Am I the only one whose piss switches directions midstream??....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; aggravating... :-x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-2868924058972943481?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been planning a trip to Greece since like 2007, but I'm lazy and procrastination is like my only talent. But I'm realizing that I have zero funds available to take a random trip around the world. Oh and I'm single so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; another reason...I don't have that AWESOME double income thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poppin&lt;/span&gt;'. So naturally I tried to explore the reasons why I have no travel money. I came across a few things...&lt;br /&gt;
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* I buy something for my house twice a week, whether it be a throw rug, or curtains, or a new mop...I simply am addicted to the housewares department of Target/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;/Pier 1/Home Depot...yes I said Home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; Depot! I like to switch up bedroom color schemes and I like pillows....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; judge me!&lt;br /&gt;
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* I lend people money...that I hardly EVER get back...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too nice to hound people...like the mafia...who ALWAYS gets paid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;... Ever have a conversation with someone that owes you money? It's weird and uncomfortable...because every word they say you're like...stfu...and pay me...damn! Or......maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just me.&lt;br /&gt;
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* My truck EATS and SWALLOWS gas...probably only because I have a lead foot and hate hitting the brakes. I have some little driving tips that help to save gas, but none of them actually include slowing the fuck down!&lt;br /&gt;
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* I pay for my moms EVERYTHING, because shes my only one and I think she deserves to be well taken care of (I mean she took care of me, and still sometimes does!).&lt;br /&gt;
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* I buy whatever the hell I fell like buying, whenever I have the money...yea...I suck at saving... I mean, I try really hard sometimes...and I even get really great at it...but the "voices"...They speak to me and say things like... "Dude, you can totally fit that 9, buy it now or be a loser" or "It has to be divine intervention for your ass to look this awesome in those jeans"!&lt;br /&gt;
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* I buy something every time I feel badly in order to make myself feel better...I know that millions of women do this...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; but those women are either married to men with money or they're also bad at saving.&lt;br /&gt;
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* I eat out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!! Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; too much... which is probably why my ass looks like cottage cheese in a garbage bag...smh....bastard!&lt;br /&gt;
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I always say that I'm gonna start saving more, but then...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NYET&lt;/span&gt;! So maybe I should set aside like $20 dollars every check...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;! Wait, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; that called a 401K??&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MotherFugger&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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Update: I was headed to the mall to "look around"...BUT I stopped myself...but then still bought a book on Amazon...shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609928397990035692-7747086541086809251?l=theblackbirdmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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