Ramblings of a Mad Pregnant Woman Vol. I
Confession: I am dumb jealous of everyone who is doing the #30for30 Challenge this month. There was a time when 30 posts in 30 days would be nothing for me to write, now we can call it a victory if I give you guys 30 sentences in 30 days. For a brief moment I thought I'd just jump in and do it anyway hoping that it would motivate me to write, then I remembered I'm a flop show and no blogging challenge can help me with that. But I don't want to get left behind so I'm going to at least try to write a bit more.
I think the key to getting posts in these days is to write less more often. I used to have a good meaty topic that I wanted to dig deeply into, now I just have a bunch of disparate thoughts that I’d like to write about but I don’t think I can turn into an actual post. So today I’m just going to share those with you and maybe they’ll inspire some awesome discussion in the comments.
Oh speaking of comments, that can be thought one. I miss the comments of blogs. I met some of my best and favourite friends in the comments of SBM. And lord knows the comments of VSB are like an overworld. And in its prime, the comments section of this blog was pretty popping at times. There are still comment sections everywhere but they’re just not the same to me anymore. More productive discussion, less mixup and scandal, I guess. I don’t know. But commenting on blogs used to be what I did all day long. Now not so much.
Also, I really miss Eff Em Fridays. I used to gather my eff em’s all week long and couldn’t wait to drop my shit. I think I was really wack in those days.
Anyone feel me?
Are girl crushes supposed to be something you get over as you age? I never had crushes on girls when I was younger, but now I have several. Not crushes like “I would eat that girl’s pussy from the back” crushes (although I do have those, believe that) but crushes like “I think ____ and I would be awesome friends”. I always had that feeling about Drew Barrymore; but that may be just because she and I are almost the same way. Nowadays my girl crushes are Coco from Coco and Cowe, Aliya S. King (but everyone has a crush on her because she is fucking dope), and Cara from BitchUJusMad. One of the many many reasons I’m dumb excited about having twins is that I will have something in common with Cara. That makes me sound like a crazy stalker but….#TundeShrug
Oh and Reagan from Hairdresser on Fire. I love her. Although really I don’t think it’s possible for me to have anything less in common with someone, so that friendship might be best left in my head.
Am I the only one who has friend crushes as an adult? I wonder if anyone has a friend crush on me?
There are sooo many people on Big Brother this season that I cannot stand that I don’t know why the fuck I even watch it. But I haven’t missed an episode yet. I also have some pretty awesome nicknames for these yahoos like “elementary teacher”, “mop top”, “miss piggy”, “old yeller”, and “ponytail”.
Can anyone guess whom I’m referring to with those names?
I have an awesome prize to give away from my friends at Lelo and I cannot for the life of me come up with a way to give it away. A random draw is a snoozefest, blackmailing you guys for comments will likely backfire, and those are all the ideas I have. How about, who ever comes up with an awesome idea for a giveaway wins the giveaway? That’s dumb, right?
Wil is “crying” on Big Brother right now. It’s so wack.
My dad is doing very well post-surgery. I was so cavalier about it before the day came because I was so sure he would be fine, but Tuesday I was quietly freaking out all day until I got the “he got through surgery great with no complications” text from my sister. But also I have to admit that when I first woke up that morning it took about an hour before I even remembered that it was surgery day.
Pregnancy brain is so real. Case in point: last week I was FREAKING OUT because my shower “wouldn’t turn off”, only to find out that I had turned the thing all the way up instead of turning it off. Honestly, I don’t even think I can blame the babies for that one. That’s straight up stupidity.
Speaking of the babies, I came up with an awesome nickname for them: The Insurgents.Referring to my children as such probably officially makes me a bad mother but I think that’s funny as shit.
I think I want to let my kids swear. As long as they do it in a respectful way. Mr. Max will not be feeling that plan, but I never saw the big deal about swearing. I’ve been dropping f-bombs since I was 8 years old and I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve slipped up and swore in front of someone I shouldn’t.
I just don’t think it’s a big deal, what do you guys think?
Last point about the insurgents: every morning I go to work with a relatively-normal sized belly and come home with a fucking beach ball in the middle of my body that gets bigger every day. I can’t imagine what I’m going to look like six months from now when they’re ready to come out.
And I’m mad I still haven’t written my “how to make the fucking best scrambled eggs ever” post. I need someone to record me doing it! But it might be one of those things I stress myself out to writing and then no one gives a shit about. Do you guys want to know my secret to awesome eggs?
God, I miss Demonoid. There are so many books and movies I need to download. Am I really expected to just pay for everything all of a sudden? And don’t talk to me about NetFlix. They almost never have what I need.
I do not trust Fred Connors. He is the “self-esteem expert” on X-Weighted (I fucking love that show) but in my mind he is a charlatan. And I’m not a fan of Paul Plakas either. I so dislike these two that I’m not even going to do them the courtesy of linking to them.
But that’s what’s on my mind right now. What’s on yours everybody?