Here's What's In My Head

Oh lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz?
My friends all drive porsches
I must make amends
Worked so hard all my life-time
No help from my friends
So oh, lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz?
Oh, lord, won't you buy me a color TV?
Dialing for dollars is tryin' to find me
I wait for delivery each day untill three
So, lord, won't you buy me a color TV?
Oh, lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?
I'm countin' on you, lord
Please don't let me down
Prove that you love me
And buy the next round
Oh, lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?
Oh lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz?
My friends all drive porsches
I must make amends
Worked so hard all my life-time
No help from my friends
So oh, lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz?

Ever get a song stuck in your head and no matter what you do you just can't shake the damn thing?! Now that that's stuck in your head too, I'll carry on. Today was a good day. Although I'm convinced my child is possessed at the moment. A1 is in bed. A2 is bouncing off the walls, the couches, his dad, you name it. His new favorite thing to do is run up behind you and throw his arms around your legs for a hug. Most of the time that's sweet but some of the time he likes to give a little nip. I got him in the chops the other day when he did it to me so I mostly get just hugs but he nipped Huz a few minutes ago and I thought he was actually going to cry. I laughed so hard I actually peed a little but don't tell that. He's such a sissy. He has been walking around rubbing his leg and whining about it for 20 minutes.

Why is it that guys are such big babies when it comes to certain things? My husband drives me bat shit crazy sometimes. ***Ok, most of the time.*** I'll tell him I have a headache and he has one too that is 10x worse. I get a cold but have to continue to take care of the whole family and pick up my own snot rags. He gets a cold and the whole freaking universe stops running and he leaves his disgusting ass tissues all over the bedroom floor. I have surgery and am prescribed to take two pain pills at a time and he thinks that because he only had to take half of that when he had something COMPLETELY UNRELATED done I should only take that much. I could go on.

So, there is controversy all over one of the American Idol finalists. Big whoop. I'm sure they will sweep it all under the rug on tomorrow nights show. If you don't know about it, crawl back under your rock, no seriously I'll tell you. Antonella Barba, the girl who absolutely butchered the Aerosmith song last week, had some pictures of her that were not so nice surface on the Internet. Some of them were actually her. One of her on the shitter, one of her on a beach topless with her hands on her boobs, and one of her covered in only rose petals for a calendar she did for her boyfriend. The shitter one was pretty funny, her new nickname should be Antoiletta!Some of them were of someone who looks a whole lot like her. One is of some chick giving some guy a hummer. Her best friend forever went on record to say that, "Antonella is probably the least slutty person she knows". Seriously. She said that. I'm guessing that Jennifer Hudson winning the Oscar the other night is the best thing they could hope for because maybe they can focus on that instead of the train wreck that is our dear sweet Antonella. She won't be around very long anyway so why bother.

I'm looking forward to the show this week. Maybe I'll be conscious enough to actually pass my judgment on everyone although from what I remember last week I'll be looking for my meds when the guys sing. They were seriously not picking them on looks this year! Gaaww. Not but about one is a real looker out of the whole bunch and he kinda reminds me of an ex boyfriend so by default I judge him harshly. My favorite guy so far is the Jack Osborne lookalike Chris Sligh. He makes me laugh with his quick wit. The beat box boy gets on my nerves and little Mowgli is way out of his league. ***Go ahead and call me names for making fun of him, I don't give a rat's ass*** I'm really glad that kid who wouldn't wear shoes got the boot. ***I'm funny, or at least I think I am.*** That shtick had been tried before by Deena Carter and it was old way back then. Two words buddy, washed up. Learn from her. Oh, wait it's too late for him. Guess I should have blogged this earlier.

What the hell!! I got to go pick up Fruit Loops(more like sweep up the Fruit Loop dust)now. A2 has discovered how much freaking fun he can have by dropping them one by one on the hardwood and smashing them with his heel. Are girls this much trouble? Can I get a trade? I'll settle for a new curling iron.

Popcorn and Dr. Pepper

I am in heaven. Well, not literally but pretty close. It's been a pretty rough week but lo and behold I can definitely see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm guessing that after tonight I will not have to endure another home cooked meal from the huz for quite some time and that makes my tummy say hooray! I don't know what happened to him because when we first met that man could actually cook an edible meal and didn't mind it too much. Now, not so edible and bitches and moans if he has to actually cook something. I can't complain too much though, he's actually stepped up to the plate and helped me out since I haven't been feeling so hot. I'm not sure who's looking forward to him going back to work in the morning, him or me. **Probably me**

Right now he and A1 have gone to Wal-mart and Sam's for the weekly grocery, stocking up on things we don't need, and forgetting stuff we do run and A2 and I are enjoying a humongous bowl of popcorn and Dr. Pepper. LOVE THAT STUFF! Hopefully this will curb my appetite for whatever he decides to whip up for supper. My hamburger from last night is still on the kitchen counter with about two bites out of it. Seriously, how can you mess up a hamburger??

I'm gearing up for tomorrow's clean-o-rama that is long overdue. I walked into A1's bathroom this afternoon, for I'm not sure what, and had to catch myself before falling into the floor. How can one person get one area so nasty? I haven't been able to clean it up all week and I can tell. I'm seriously considering looking for a haz-mat suit before tomorrow rolls around. His toilet was just gross and the sink had some bluish green substance I can only deduce as toothpaste/mouthwash glommed to the side of the sink basin and there was some white toothpaste spittle on the actual sink nozzle. Gross! There were underwear on the floor in front of the hamper that was less than two inches away. What is it with men and the damn laundry hamper? It's as if they have a physical aversion to hitting the freaking thing.

The dishes that the guys put away last night will have to be rearranged and put in their proper place and the playroom is an absolute disaster area. A2 dumped his car/truck bucket out on the floor and there are candy wrappers everywhere. I swear, all of the trash cans around here must have some sort of magnetic force field that repels any object hurtled in their direction. Oh well, it could be worse I guess.

Can you believe I missed Thursday's episode of American Idol? I almost cried. Laugh if you must but I did. I finally caught up on the shows that were on the DVR and from what I saw they cut the right ones. I made notes on the girls and I'm geared up for this weeks competition. I read somewhere that we may be treated to a Beatles week. I would crap my pants if that comes true. I love the Beatles. I also heard there may be a Gwen Stefani week. Kill me now if that is true. That shit would be B-A-N-A-N-A-S!!! I truly think that the guys better step it up if they want to remain in the game. Right now it seems like it's a girls competition to lose. I like Sabrina Sloan, Jordin Sparks and the girl that sang first on Wednesday night. Can't remember her name. I could Google it I guess but I'm lazy. Plus, I plan on giving a full out dish next week. I'm excited. Probably a little too excited but hey who cares!

Let's just hope I actually get some work done around here and don't get too caught up in the saga that is the Anna Nicole Show 2.0. I was kinda glad to be under the weather last week because it gave me a legitimate excuse to sit around and waste so much time watching that debacle. Can you believe all that mess? Judge Fonzie, I mean Seidlin, was a hoot. He sure had everyone in an uproar. I thought Dan Abrams was going to pop a blood vessel bitching about the guy and that Nancy Grace lady gets under my skin but I watch her every night now just to see how much of a bitch she is going to be to her guests. This lady has a serious ego complex.

Gotta run. A1 and Huz will be back soon and I have to dispose of the popcorn evidence before they arrive and rinse out A2's cup so there is no trace of Dr. Pepper in it. Don't want that lecture! Is it Monday yet?

Spoiled Rotten

My family is spoiled rotten. Seriously. I guess I have known this all along but today it became very clear to me that I have probably done harm to my family by spoiling them so bad. They have no idea what it takes to be mom.

There's nothing like being under the weather for a few days, more like a week or so, and having to rely on your husband and children to take care of themselves, you, and the house. I think the poor fish didn't get to eat for about three days because I wasn't able to feed him. **Sorry about that little fella** At least they prioritsed things, meaning they basically just took care of themselves and me a little. The house looks like total ass and I'm sooo dreading having to get up and clean it.

What's funny though is that when I walked through the kitchen this morning I knew that if they continued to want to eat then they would have to clean at least a little bit of counter space off and empty one of the sinks.

Let the fun begin. Huz and A1 were both in the kitchen gagging and moaning over the gross dishes they had left over the last couple of days. **I'm snickering from the couch** They are fussing at each other that it should have been thrown out the other day. Hello, I told them that but since I'm under the influence of pain meds I guess I was delirious at the time. Now they have to empty the dishwasher. They have NO CLUE where anything goes. How is that? They know where to get the damn dishes when then use them but they can't seem to make them all fit back into the cabinets. I must be a magician because I make them fit. A1 comes around the corner asking, "where do you keep this one" about every five seconds.

I can't handle this. Where's my pain medicine?