This week has seriously kicked my ass. I have not been to sleep this whole week one night prior to 11 p.m. Okay I normally don’t go to bed earlier than that anyways, but it would have been nice to get some type of sleep this week! Everyone asks if I stay up late because I’m scared of the creepy crawly noises in the apt I hear, but honestly no. I have been helping create this
Along with these lovely people:
The hardest working woman we know.....Momma-sita
The incubator LaLa
El Donito
My LITTLE (this makes me feel old) just bought a house and as you can see has a baby on the way. While I am so vey proud of him and all that he has accomplished, I now can thank him for making me feel like a complete looser! I rent, have no family, have a failed attempt at a marriage, and still sometimes feel like I am 21 years old trying to figure myself out. In the long run I cough it up to “its just not my time to shine”…and you know what , that is a-o-tay with me. It’s his turn and he deserves it. He has worked so hard over the past few years. I am one very proud older sister and I love being able to say that.
I hope this weekend is chill….little dancing…little drinking…little soccer…A LOT of sleeping oh and the daunting task of laundry…which is officially a pain in the ass when you don’t have your own washer and dryer. I was going to go sometime this week but someone stole my calendar and wrote all these fun things on there for me to do during the week. Damn them…..they should give me some of my sleep back. Actually going dancing tonight…here’s to hoping I don’t sweat my ass off and look like a fool. I know it will happen and it is so embarrassing. I want to hire someone to walk around with me carrying a personal fan. Not to mention we live in 100% HELL right now. That is what I like to call Texas Heat…well at least over 30 days of temps ricking close to 110 degrees. Someone shoot me! Actually someone shoot the meteorologists who can’t come up with a new forecast. I mean don’t you guys talk to god or anything and request something new….huh? I’m sick of it. I want to move back to the east coast. Just after that bitch Irene gets done pounding the coast (think of my peeps right about now). Well I love to dance, clubs on the other hand aren’t my social scene. Not to mention I’ve never met the caliber of guy I want to be with, in a club. I think I’m too busy looking past all the juiceheads and guiddo wanna be’s to see anyone else. But hey…Look at me….I’m going to a club….Woo-Hoo! (Positive panties are on). I’m gonna love it and you all are going to tell me to shut it.
2.5 hrs left at this generic, grey cube. Someone come save me…fast…quick…and bring a margarita! I'm off to dream about hot men, make a walmart list and find that damn money tree.
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