DAY ONE...again

Let's be honest here people. We all knew this was going to happen. I didn't even get to 'day two' before screwing it up. SO WE ARE GOING TO KEEP TRYING UNTIL WE GET IT RIGHT, GOSH-DARNIT. I am going to blog everyday for 30 days.... starting now.

I find myself trying new things and jumping out of my comfort zone more often these days. Maybe it's something that comes with age? If you would have told me a year ago that I would try a mushroom, I would be floored. (I'm talking about the food, not drug... although judging by my sporadic behavior these days I'd probably try that one too.) I'm still learning how to grow up. I guess this is me morphing into a super awesome adult. I'm going to put out an effort to continue to eat my veggies and perhaps one of these day I'll figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

Let's call this "DAY ONE"

Prepare yourselves.
I'm going to blog everyday for 30 days. I'm not really sure why. It should be interesting, though. Seeing as how I've never been able to commit to anything for more than a week. (Except for my marriage) Haha
so, like, uhhhh... here we go:

Leo and I just finished watching an episode of MTV's 16 and pregnant. Nah, let me rephrase that. I just finished watching an episode of MTV's 16 and pregnant while Leo slept on my husbands oh-so-expensive dress pants. I would move him BUT he looks too darn cute. Anyway, that show makes me cry. Every. Single. Time. Unless there's someone other than the cat in the room. In which case I put on my big girl pants and say "PSHHH shoulda wrapped it before he tapped it!" I have an unhealthy obsession with distasteful reality television and I don't care who knows it.

This concludes day one. Bless your heart if you make it to day 30.

KNOCK KNOCK

knock knock

who's there?

Amanda!

Amanda who?

Amanda fix the refrigerator is here.



AHAHAHAHA thanks mom and dad. you both are so friggin HILARIOUS. these jokes never got old during my traumatic childhood. really. bravo. i'll be sure to name my child something equally as stupid. like Ug Lee. or Wayne Ker. or Mike Hunt. thanks to you two my future offspring already hates me.

This weekend I learned...

All I need to cure a pissy mood is an hour and a half at the spa.

I also learned that it is much easier to spend my husband's money while he is distracted with clients and therefore cannot utter the word "no".

I like sushi.
I don't like waiting an hour for said sushi.
I also don't like it when the waitress delivering this sushi cannot speak my language... It makes it much too difficult for me to complain.

And most importantly, I've learned that I really really REALLY do enjoy complaining. Even if it means me having to attempt another language that I have -no- knowledge of or experiment with hand gestures that I've never even seen myself use in the past.

-GASP-

The internet was invented so that I could say things to/about people without getting into any REAL trouble. I'm gunna say what's on my mind. I'm gunna be offensive. I'm gunna share things that I think are funny when in reality they are plain rude. If you can't handle it DO NOT READ IT. I realize this isn't very "christian" like... but screw it. We all need to vent and I'm pretty sure that Jesus is gunna love me anyway. Most of the time, I just say (or type) words that people are already thinking but won't say it themselves.

The lesson in todays blog is to NOT take things on the internet seriously. Lighten up. It's time to worry about you, your family and where YOUR life is going. Not mine. And most definitely not what I'm writing on the internet.

Side note* I'm in a terrible mood today. Lucky for me I write best while ticked off. I'll be sure to document today's events in my book.

I have a confession

I LOVE JERSEY SHORE
There. I said it.
Haters gunna hate.
I especially love snooks and Jenni. Not only are they hilarious but they teach young girls around the world that it's ok to get drunk off your ass every night! & it's ok if you don't have any REAL goals. && if people can't see your vagina, that dress isn't short enough. AND FOR CRAPS SAKE hook up with randoms!! Why? Because life is a joke. All you need to worry about is fist pumping and gorilla shopping.

gah, I wish my life was like that. Minus the STD's, hangovers, paparazzi, dead end careers, being labeled as a hoe... On second thought I'll just stick to watching them on tv. I need something to laugh at for an hour every Thursday night that doesn't involve any thinking.

Hey, at least they have a strong friendship. Sexually transmitted disease or not, they always have each others back.

Hello. My name is Mandy and....

I'm addicted to all things sweet. And yes, it's a serious problem. Everyone who knows me KNOWS that 99.99% of the time I will have some sort of candy on me.

I will hide it from the ones I love.
I will go out of my way to find it.
I will pay big bucks for it.
& I will deny ever touching it.

Sugar is my personal crack. If anyone out there knows of any support groups, please call me. That information will be greatly appreciated. :P


they tried to make me go to rehab but i said no no noooooo