SPF: Worst Morning Ever.

Kristine wants us to utilize the things that annoy us and create them into SPF art. Well, let me tell ya sumthin. This morning has caused me to cry on two separate occasions, and it is only 11:00 a.m. I have only had 3 hours of sleep (yes, I had a soda yesterday with caffeine, I know, my own fault. But there could have been soemthing better on at 2 a.m. ya know? Help a sister out.) and upon waking up discovered my land phones do not work therefore I cannot dial into work and earn money today and make my livin'. I dropped the kids off only minutes before the bell, only to have to drive 40 minutes away to drop my van off for repair (it stopped working...yeah just like my iPOD. Only the van is still under warranty, which is the only thing I have going for me today....ahhh tangent) and have some JERK cut me off in traffic and almost cause me to wreck, while my cell phone battery goes dead and I realize I left my debit card at home AND I am almost out of gas, and then halfway home I then realize I left the GARAGE DOOR OPENER in my van at the mechanic and have no way of getting into my house.

*Deep breath*

So I call LP and I have to go downtown St. Louis to get his opener, and using a 'short cut' I get lost in Brooklyn (Jbo--remember East St. Louis is the ghetto? Yeah, Brooklyn is the ghetto's ghetto) and I completely lose it, only minutes later does the highway sign lead me back onto salvation and over the bridge. Ohmigosh.

I hadn't eaten BREAKFAST yet people. I am 7 months pregnant. AND i had to pee.

Needless to say, SPF isn't going to be imaginative today. It's going to be old pictures. But I WANT to play. I NEED to play. Having missed out on the last two weeks (which were awesome themes) I am GOING TO PLAY.

So here we go. I know you in no way needed those last paragraphs in your day, but it makes me feel a hell of a lot better to get it off my chest. My 7 month pregnant, large lactating chest. OK.

THINGS THAT ANNOY ME and will someone please give me the go ahead to have a beer even though I am pregnant? Please?:

1. No, it's not my kids. It's my in-laws. This was taken at their house, so I thought it was the least incriminating picture I had. It's funny too, because when we first got married, they were the 'nice' in-laws. I had NO inkling of the terror that would ensue in years to come. I believe they are the reason Xanax was invented in the first place.














2. My Space:


You have seen this picture before, it is my den. I LUV my den and it is here where I am forced to watch "Phil of the Future" and "That's So Raven". (okay, I admit it...I totally think Phil is cute) It is so cozy and as soon as I am done with this I am going to sack my preggo patoot right there.






3. Things that annoy me part 2:

I miss running 5ks. I miss lifting weights. I miss waking up at the butt crack of dawn to go running. I miss my stomach muscles. I miss feeling OK when I wake up. I miss sushi. I miss having a beer. A glass of wine. A shot of something. I miss seeing my feet. I miss my cute, non-swollen feet. I really miss sushi. I miss being able to brush my teeth without gagging. (I don't miss my period) I miss being able to sneeze without peeing in my pants. I miss bending down and picking up something I dropped without it being a major occasion. Okay I think that's enough for now. *Disclaimer for those who have never been pregnant: This is my third. The other two were not like this. Not even remotely. I was singing and painting rooms two days before delivery with the other two. This one not so much. But damn I miss sushi.

Umm, kay, hope I didn't just give my cloud to y'all. I'm not usually this negative. Been a long mornin! Have a great weekend everyone!