So I am a lazy blogger. SORRY.

So Erin, Max, Cory, and I are all going to go to Vegas and get married. Yup. xD

Owen and Brendan can be our best man and ring bearer!

And Erin is gonna have my babies, (or am I having hers?) and if it is a girl, she can be flower girl!

My dog Sophie will be one of the brides maids because she could also pull a cart carrying Owen. xD

I am planning this as I type by the way.

ANYWAY...

Strawberry Banana home-made smoothies are KICK ASS.

And Owen likes them too! :D

My knees are crappy so I am going to the doctor today to see about some knee braces before I end up dropping my child or worse when my knee pops outta place.


Oh and my mother in law says I have an attitude.... like she never gets snippy or anything. I was in pain lady. I am gonna snap. If you understood that I needed you to hold my child so I could get groceries because dropping child is not an option.

But no, she didn't want to listen. Is it my age? Do I just appear to be a young brat lieing about my pain to get out of things? Do people just not believe me?

Does my apparent attempts at keeping a good mood make me a liar? Because yes, the woman in pain is just going to be miserable 24/7 and make life worse. I am sorry for trying to remain in a good mood to make up for what my health lacks.

Rawr! Venting good.

OH MY FACKIN GOD

I HAVE INTERNET AGAIN!

No seriously, I have it. I am fucking happy. I am swearing. SEE!

That is how happy I am.

Because I missed my god damn internet.

And my game. I MISSED DRAGONS OF ATLANTIS BECAUSE I AM A DRAGON CUDDLING NERD!

And I missed my bunnies.

My poor Dust Bunny alliance who is just a load of fun and joy. You all rock and make the annoying glitches so WORTH it to me.

So... while the internet WAS down. I attempted to clean. HAH right. I got a bunch done, but it never ends and I only got a few days of cleaning it because the arthritis kicked in and told me that I couldn't do anything anymore.

Mostly my back being a huge party pooper.

Owen was not thrilled with my inability to hold him, cuddle him, or play with him for longer than 5 minutes at a time.

And neither was I.

Soooo, okay I vented. I go off and cuddle the tot now and watch music videos. WHOOOOOOO!

*poof*