Apparently, nobody gives a fuck if it's my birfday.

Fuck you 50 cent. Fiddy cent, half dollar, 2 quarters... whatever. By the way..it's pronounced FIFTY CENT..get your shit straight. Your not that gangster. I got shot 9 times! I got shot 9 times! You're stupid anyway, after the first shot..I think I would have hauled ass up outta there.



I'm having a shitty birthday and I'm taking it out on a rapper. Only because in my younger days, you would find me screaming at anyone that would listen, 'And you know we don't give a fuck cause it's my birfday'.



Getting older sucks sweaty donkey balls. It does. It's so not exciting anymore. It's just.....another day.



Yes, I got tons of shout outs on Facebook. I'm not ungrateful at all. It made me happy that people acknowledged the day of my birth.



But, shouldn't my husband do the same? I got a 'Happy Birthday' this morning.

He took me to Longhorns for dinner, that was nice of him.

And then we came home, and he went to sleep. Fucker.

Cake? Nope.

Card? Nope.

Present? Nope.

Party? Nope.

Sex? He can go fuck himself.

I guess I wouldn't be so bitter if I didn't do shit for him on his birthday. I have done something for that man EVERY year since we have been together. Every single year. I have surprised him twice....and that's hard for me to do. I can't keep my mouth shut!

And seriously, not even a card? How hard is that? He KNEW how much I wanted a new camera. I thought I had drilled 'Nikon D40' into his head a million times over the last 2 months. Is he fucking brain dead?

Sorry for the bitchy blog today. But, you can blame Clay. I do.

I hope my blog doesn't end up with abandonment issues, man...

Seriously, I've neglected it.

I don't mean to...it's just that I've been completely wrapped up in Matilda Jane for the past week, my mind cannot concentrate on much else. Hell, my kids better be thanking their lucky stars they got fed. For real, yo.

ETA-I'm just kidding. They have eaten quite well, albeit frozen or boxed dinners, but still.

By the way, Bertolli Chicken Parmesan with Penne pasta and basil-somethinganother-sauce is what's UP! Shit makes you wanna slap yo mama.

So I've placed my MJ orders and I'm DONE! Done with shopping for a while. Actually, there is no truth in that. Gymboree is about to release a ladybug line and well, I'm a sucker for ladybugs.

But, after THAT..I'm done. Oh, wait...the purple stuff should be popping up on Gap soon, so it'll have to be after that.

Don't look at me like that, the girls have NO purple in their spring/summer wardrobe and what kind of mother would I be to deprive my children the ability to rock some purple shit?


Sooooooo....we didn't get a single fucking snowflake Sunday night! Not one!! How the weather can go from possibly 5"+ to being in a 'dry spot', is so beyond my comprehension. All I know is, my kids woke up pissed off as a motherfucker...at ME! And, school had already been canceled so I had to deal with the 'It didn't snow, mama you lied, please call the weather man and tell him to send snow' attitude for most of the day.

I totally suck, I have nothing else to write about. Sorry, G.