His Blob. Your Blob. My Blob

A Boy and his blob.

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A Boy and his jizz?

-sounds more reasonable. I mean what on earth would posess somebody to come up with this kind of thing? 

I thought it was quite humorous myself. So, I felt I would share it with the public.

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Availability status: In Stock
Console: Wii (that way you're sure to have at least 1 hand free) 

Circling the drain in an overflowing pool

I feel the need to desensitize myself from my current reality.
I feel the need to be calm and breathe.
I feel the need to accept all and be at peace with things.
I feel the need to find a real sense of tranquility.
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Oh.
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Breathe.
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B-R-E-A-T-H-E
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OH.
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I feel the need to kick your fucking face in.
I feel the need to run over you with my car, back up, & do it again.
I feel the need to hogtie you with your own hair and roast you over a spit-fire.
I feel the need to tell you things won't work out for you out of spite.
I feel the need to scream at you until I lose my own voice.
I feel the need to emasculate you in a VERY public way.
I feel the need to take a louisville slugger to your precious car.
I feel the need to punch your lights out and strangle you with my belt.
I feel the need to steal your identity and fuck with your credit.
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B-R-E-A-T-H-E
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1...2...3...4...4...5..6.7...8...9..........10


I am livid.
I am angered.
I am enraged.
I am pissed.
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9............10


God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.

Love Street- Tomorrows Bad Seeds

Sketch22

Do I -
have to strangle you with a microphone wire to get my point across?
turn up the volume and start a fire 
At the time there were only raindrops on the glass windowpane
but now theres smoke comin out in clouds
Let's snap our fingers and dance together
burn together, run together
to the sea where freedom is actually free.


Do you wanna burn down the town with me?
Wanna run away with me?
Wrap your arms around me and we'll burn together
I won't let you burn out. 


Sway like reeds in the wind 
Bend like the river
Be vocal like a singer
Close your eyes and find an unfamiliar place, that oh-so familiar place. 
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe

Could tea be a religion?...please?

Between frequent nursing, aches & pains, creative thoughts running rampant through my head, hormones running rampant through my body and all the stresses of new motherhood-ism I have little time to actually think of having any real time to myself. I am constantly moving with my son between our house and grandmas, sleep deprivation has definitely taken hold because I'm beginning to feel that sense of being "awake" when I've really had no sleep and I can't seem to find the energy or discipline to do what every parenting book tells me to do..."rest when baby rests". For instance, Kaiden has been asleep for a definite portion of today and I find that I have stayed up all the way since his 6 am feeding with the exception of maybe a 20min nap with him in the living room chair.


But, now he sits calmly in his chair, me rocking him with my left foot and I can sit and write. I've even managed to make a cup of tea. Ah, tea. Tea is this wonderful thing that seems to have been bred into my family. Although I can be known for sucking down so much Rockstar that I actually would buy it by the case and buy ridiculous Starbucks drinks with excessive amounts of espresso in them, most of family is full of "tea people" not "coffee people". I can't honestly remember the last time I REALLY enjoyed a cup of tea since Kaiden was born, of course I'm not sure that I've even had the time to make tea since he was born. Maybe getting up at 6am due to pre-birth insomnia to enjoy some was my best bet and that happened maybe twice. Kind of like my whole swimming regimen, happened 2 days in a row and not since. 


But, I can honestly say that I really enjoy being able to write and actually enjoy my tea without the fear of spilling a hot liquid on my son or having to worry about it getting cold because I don't have the time to drink it. 
Honestly people if you have any sort of "me" time, take it from me, whether it's tea, coffee, a good book or even good sex - take it. Who knows when you may get the chance to TRULY enjoy it again. lol

Dirty Heads Knows that I

3 week WTF?

3 weeks in and FINALLY getting the hang of this "mom" thing. Realizing I may just need to try to make these postings a bit more daily and try to keep people more up to date.

-REWIND-
Back to Sept. 10, 2010, 7 am I had an ultrasound done at the hospital because my dr had estimated that the baby was too big for me to handle and I had NST that day anyway. The ultrasound tech estimated baby Kaiden at 9+ lbs. and told me that they would probably keep me and want to do a cesarean [HELL NO!]  Not that I have anything against c-secs but I personally would like to not have a scalpel plunged into my already stretched marked skin to create yet, another "personality mark" to my body. I don't care if people believe it will create "character". Anyhow, so he was estimated at being a big baby and I was told my amniotic fluid level was low and to tell the nurses up in L&D the same.

8am- I'm doing NST for maybe 10-15 minutes before the dr walks in with my file and says "Yeah, we're gonna go ahead and keep you." So, after having my fiance call in the troops and sitting in the room for awhile with him, my mom finally shows up. This all happening AFTER the dr's keep trying desperately to talk me into a c-section.

12:30pm- Im being induced and labor isnt progressing but the good news is, I'll be able to eat soon. By this point, I am inevitably starving and luckily, my "sister" shows up to leave with my mom to go get me food and by the time they get back at about 3 I am able to scarf down a whole cheeseburger, fries & a sprite from Wendy's with the most blissful satisfaction I think I will EVER get from eating fast food.

Hours later, my labor still wasn't progressing so they decided to induce me with this stuff called Pitocin.
Let me tell you people, I am the strong-willed, independant woman who was striving for a totally painkiller free labor and delivery. It was not in the cards because you see a very very evil person invented pitocin. So, I opted to get the epidural. This was by far one of the strangest feelings I have ever experienced, like being shot up with novacaine from the waist down and becoming a puppet. But, it wore off and the next morning I was able to feel my legs again.

By now I was looking at extreme contractions, irritability, sleep deprivation from the drug and having to deal with the effin' stupid student physician that I had specifically asked to be kept out of my room. Apparently, no such luck. Anyhow, long story short after dealing with god knows how much time that went by I knew I was ready to have this baby, SO READY but according to the SP I didn't know what I was talking about because "the average rate of dilation is 1.2 cm an hour and the last time we checked you, you were at 6cm, so we're not gonna check you for another hour." I was LIVID and asked the nurse the next time she came in to check me and sure enough in a 45-min period I went from 6cm to 9 and 3/4cm and they were gettin me ready. The rest is pretty much a blur of pain, screaming, attempting to stare at the one pink flower painted on the ceiling, my mom helping me breathe, feeling the most ultimate release of my son coming out and hearing him cry for the first time. [Which was beautiful]

Now, my baby boy that was born Sept.11 at 2:34pm 8lbs. 1oz. 19.4inches long is almost 3 weeks old and I cannot believe that it's already been THAT long since the ordeal I went through above.
Still, though, I look at him sleeping next to me and he could not look more perfect.

He looks just like me. :)