I was doing my homework and she yells “look mommy! it’s your favorite show!” I look up and she’s pointing at a Twilight commercial. I’m sure I looked like I was smelling rancid milk when I said “NO IT’S NOT!” Her face fell so low, and she said “oh” really quietly. Totally took the wind out of little her sails.
I apologized. Must’ve been a hell of an ugly face I made. (She’s sensitive though.)
I just found this little video I made of Ari on my webcam a year or so ago (she had just turned 3, I think), singing her favorite Beatles’ songs. She was so cute, omg. Ignore my crappy editing skills please (and the fact that I spelled genius wrong at the end): I’m just a mom with Windows Movie Maker having fun.
FOCUS ON THE CUTE.
Someone pointed out to me via formspring just now that my daughters in these pictures look like me in this picture. Funny. I guess when we’re expressionless the resemblance comes through. I definitely see it with Rosario. *Also, damn they’re pale!
That’s often said, over and over by people who a.) are full of shit and can’t focus on anything except the people they deem ‘haters’ or b.) are assholes. In my case, it’s neither. It’s really true when I say it, but it’s often misconstrued. I would much rather people like me than not, but if they don’t, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
I hope you like me - I actually hope you love me. I think I’m pretty nice, I think I’m pretty easy to get along with, no wait - that’s bullshit, I am so not, but I AM honest and kind. I am not someone that goes out of my way to offend or annoy, I’m pretty cordial on my good days. But, if you don’t like me, and you don’t have good reason, you can choke on a dick if you think I give two shits about it.
Am I making any sense?
An old set of photos I came across. I can’t help it, I’m biased, but I think they are just lovely.
Goobie and I made Oreo Cupcakes today. We made oreo cookies from scratch, then crushed them up and folded them into cream cheese vanilla icing, and dark chocolate cake batter.
They turned out really well, I’m happy. Took me hours to do it and powdered sugar was everywhere by the time I was done, but it was fun.
It snowed here over the weekend, and the shit won’t go away. I hate the snow, but my daughters love it, so I guess it’s alright.
There’s nothing else on, and I need background noise while I’m reading this tediously boring chapter on Psychology. One episode in and I’m reminded of why (except for Jersey Shore) I don’t care much for reality television.
Do these women - no girls - think that they’re doing themselves or anyone else any favors by acting like complete dummies? I’m not talking about being classy or graceful or any of that, I mean just being conniving and immature and ridiculous. It’s annoying, it’s sad. It’s girls like these that no girl should try to be like, but that every girl like that seems proud to be. The types of girls that relish the fact that other girls don’t like them. The Bad Girls Club, I guess it’s the point of the show to glorify everything that makes girls say ‘I don’t get along with girls’.
There is nothing wrong with being friendly and not two faced, funny but not in a cruel way, happy but not only at someone else’s misery, pretty but not conceited about it and an overall positive person. You can be the kind of girl that handles your business and isn’t a pushover without looking for altercations. I find it better, much less obnoxious, and all around easier to live a good life if you’re undercover dangerous.
