Tomorrow July 14th my dear CHEEKY will turn, um, 29! Yeah that's it! She is celebrating all month long so feel free to send her a belated gift (I am :( due to circumstance beyond my control).

We are going to the Lake this Sunday. I can't wait. Maddie loves it. She puts on the "swimmies" and goes to town. She is getting quite the suntan despite the 50 sunblock I slather on her.

Also I guess I should mention that yesterday (July 12th) was my five year anniversary since I had gastric by-pass surgery. Despite gaining some weight when I went back on an anti-depressent last year (after childbirth) I would do it all over again. Yes, a few people that made the journey at the same time I did, did not make it. And others gained just about all of their weight back but I am one of the lucky ones. If I put up a "before" picture you just wouldn't believe it. I think I showed one to Southern Fried Girl.
Anyway Happy Friday The Thirteenth Y'all!

I feel like a parrot but i'll repeat myself again.

When you are in the parking lot at Crying Cow Bank, and you see me pull up and my back-up lights come on. That "might" be a clue that i'm going to back into a parking space. My backing skills leave a lot to be desired Mmmmkay? In the afternoon when traffic is rather heavy in the parking lot I prefer to pull straight out. It's for best, trust me. If you persist in trying to zoom around me and then park a mere few feet away you might just get out of your hunk of junk car and find me beating you about the head in a frenzied manner.

To the lazy bitches I work withMy Beloved Co-Workers: Don't stand around and bitch and moan about "how much you have to do" and "Omigod i'm so-o-o swamped that I need help". If you are standing around talking for the length of time I actually "see" you, i'm sure it is that much more and you can't be so busy if you can spend 3 hours of the day gossiping with your neighbor.

To the dumbass who knocked on my door to inquire why all the For Sale signs are sprouting up in our neighborhood. Um, do you live around here? Do you see the crackheads loitering up and down the street at all hours of the day/night. Have they approached you and asked for money. Uh-huh? They have? Okay that should be a clue.

To my darling husband: You can stop stressing about the move now. You know you can begin next week and you are going to be busier than a one-armed man in wallpaper hanging contest. You should be content. I will be at peace because I will not hear you say every five minutes "I wonder when we can start moving". Now you know. Happy~Happy~Joy~Joy :)

To My precious two-year old. If you don't STOP getting up in the middle of the night EVERY FREAKING night (for over a week now) I am going to super glue your little butt to the bed. I'm kidding, no hate emails ok? Seriously I don't know what is going on with her but it's rough being awakened from a sound sleep, having to go rock her for about a half hour and then go back to bed and wonder if she'll show up again.

I think that is enough. Just a few things I wanted to get out of my system today. Happy Thursday!

Also I want to thank Cheeky,Tammy,SFG & Wendy again for giving me the Rockin' Girl Blogger Award! I feel so special!