Just call me Titty McBoob

Because that is all I am now. I really wonder if when M looks at me all he sees is a giant boob. It's ok kid, I love yas anyway.

Natalie and I looked at wedding dresses today(for her, I have mine already). We found a couple she liked, but she has now decided that she doesn't want one. I can't blame her, the things are expensive and you only wear it once, and no one seems to care what she likes. I got lucky and pretty much zoned in on the one I wanted as soon as I walked into the store when I was shopping for mine. I love it, but I still kinda just want to go to the JOTP and just get it over with. I really have no interest in weddings, period.

Tonight was the last night of my bowling league(well, last night now). I did pretty well (85, 135, and 171) and didn't have to take the rope home(if you don't know what the "rope" is, don't ask because I don't really understand it and would never be able to explain it to you). I won't see my favorite old men again until fall(except Pappaw). I'm definitely bowling no no-tap this summer, but I'm hoping to do the couples league too. I'm pretty sure I've talked T into it. I think we need something fun to do together.

They're letting a lot more people on NBBC now, and a lot of people don't like it. I don't dislike it, but I much prefer the simplicity of the OBBC. What irks me is all the whining. It's happening people! The best you can do is familiarize yourself with the new one, or leave BBC altogether. It's really that simple. I'm not saying that you can't say you don't like it, but the constant bitching gets old. Oh, apparently someone has the bright idea to buy the OBBC software and start up a board using it. Let me know how that goes for ya.

Well, it's after 3am, so I will be paying for this tomorrow when my kid is wailing in my ear and I haven't had enough sleep.

Rock-rolling 101

1.It helps if you do not throw your ball in the gutter. You actually want to knock down pins. Easy concept.

2.If you are over 70 and still bowling, be very careful, no one wants to see you break a hip. (Yes Pappaw, I'm talking to you)

3.Happy Gilmore was a very funny movie, but no one wants to see you cuss and throw your ball across the bowling alley(unless you're me, I'd think it was hilarious). Also, pouting like a 5 year old is not attractive. You fucked up, correct what you did wrong, get over it, and move on.

(I will admit that I have been guilty of #3 many times, but it's a whole lot less funny when it's a 45 year old man)

5.You do not get to pout that you did not get a strike. Unless you're one of the top bowlers in the PBA, you fuck up just like the rest of us. Get over yourself.

6.Unless you are a top bowler in the PBA, have been doing this for 20+ years etc, you do not get to tell me how I should bowl. Really, it's annoying.

7.If I get a strike/spare, I do not need a giant pat on the back as though this is a once in a lifetime occurance. Contrary to your beliefs, I'm actually ok at bowling. Jackass.

8.If I am pouting/angry about the way I am bowling, please shut the hell up. I know it's just a game and has no real bearing on my life, but just the same, it bothers me. You telling me it's no big deal only pisses me off more.

9.If you act like you are the king/queen of bowling it's only natural that I will laugh at you when you fuck up. Nobody likes the jackass that acts like they're god's gift to bowling.

10. (This one is for you Pappaw) Please please PLEASE stop telling me to "quit dropping that ball" when I bowl. First, I have no fucking idea what that means. Second, I'm already unhappy that I fucked up, you pointing out that I fucked up only upsets me more. I still love you though.

Cats are bad....

Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad

Say it with me now:

Cats are bad!

We just finished pulling up the tile in the kitchen and now it reeks of cat piss. I admit to having somewhere around 9 cats in this house at one point in time, so I did bring this on myself. But to think that at one point my whole fucking house smelled like this makes me want to vomit! BLECH!!! I will never never never have a cat in my house again (at least until my little boy looks at me with his big ol' eyes and begs. I'm weak, I know).

I know my cats had accidents, but I didn't know they made the kitchen floor their personal piss pot.

Lesson learned.

*shudder*

Can infants be bipolar?

My son this evening:

"giggle giggle" Waaaaaaaaaaaah" "Ha ha ha" "Waaaaaaaaaaah" "Hee hee hee" "Waaaaaaaaaaah"

Then: "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah" for about 45 more minutes, then finally baby coma.

It's obvious the kid has issues.

In other news, there was a lovely debate on the BHB about the shooting in NY.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/04/25/sean.bell.trial/index.html Here's one of many articles.

I can honestly see the both sides of this. My final judgement on this is that it was bad judgement on both sides. And since all the evidence at this point is "he said she said", I think the right decision was made by the judge. You can't convict anyone without conclusive evidence, and here there is none.

That being said, my fiance is a police officer and if he ever perceives any kind of threat to his life, I want him to do anything and everything to come home to me and my son. I think the scariest stories of police getting killed are the ones where the cop makes a routine traffic stop, walks up to the vehicle, and then proceeds to have their head blown off. So, if my man can see the threat coming, by god, he better defend himself.

And that's all I have to say about that.

All the cool kids are doing it.....

And now Cheese is too! I gave in and finally got myself a blog. Will I keep up with it? No promises, but I hope so! Of course, this is the same person who would dig up her diary every 3 years, write an entry or two, and then lose it again for another 3 years. Only time will tell right? Now, I almost certainly will not be cool enough to have 500 people religiously check my blog, but then again, when it comes to writing, I'm not always so witty and eloquent. I'm much better in real life. Except for the blog thing on myspace, I've never really tried one of these things. I was always fearful of having a diary when I was young. You're supposed to be able to write your secrets, talk about whoever you want, but at the end of the day, I was still never completely honest for fear of someone finding it and reading what I wrote. I'm going to promise myself now that if I keep up with this thing, I'll always try to be honest about everything and the way I feel, and if someone reads this that should be offended, oh well then.

Ugh, now I have to go about the task of making this fucking thing pretty. It took me months just to put a background on my fucking myspace, so you can only imagine how long this will take.