Really screwed up Friday Fragments

Let's see if Friday Fragments is like riding a bike (it's the closest thing to exercise in a while, too!)- I am really out of practice, so don't point and laugh if I fall on my ass! Join in with Mrs.4444 if you are so brave...

*** Barbie and the Diamond Castle. If you have kids that watch Nickelodeon throughout the day- you saw the commercial for this- I promise. It was Mattel's lame attempt at reinventing Barbie like they do each year! This one sings a song, has a horse with wings that makes loud noises, and also available is the horrendous animated movie on DVD. Lucky us, my mother in law bought all of this for Beebs for Christmas. First, she loves it! SO that's all nice and good. However, if hearing this song in the commercial 9,672 times prior to the holidays wasn't enough, now I hear it 1,267 a day- live and in person!!! She opened it up and knew immediately "I got "Connected"!!!




***My dog, with his new found freedom throughout the house, has discovered toilet paper.

***Baby fever is sweeping the blog world- or is it just me? My baby will be 4 on Feb. 28- that's about right. Four years is usually when I get the ache again. I mean, my husband is driving me mad and finances suck my ass and I am of 'advanced maternal age' (I think I just threw up a little in my mouth), but biological clocks don't like to be rational. I don't need any lectures. I just LOVE babies and I'm good at them, if I might say so myself... I've gotten better with practice.. I mean, I know I screwed up the first one pretty good, but practice makes perfect and they have just been getting better.. imagine how good #5 could be.... It's just a phase, right? Don't worry, I'll slap myself!

*** It wasn't until very recently that I realized I wasn't being left out of a private joke or code when people do this (-: or (-; or )-= ... I'm a little slow and slightly paranoid!

***Speaking of paranoid, I totally am. And I don't even smoke pot anymore- what's up with that? I kept sending messages last night on Twitter and they were being ignored, or at least I thought they were. I am told Twitter was acting funky and it wasn't just me, but I'm still suspicious... I think I'm going to start smoking pot again.

***Had to go to an open house last night for my son's new high school. I had to part with my beloved jammie pants with the forgivable elastic waist and wiggle my way into pants with an actual button and zipper. It is 'pants', plural, because it took 4 pair till I found one that didn't restrict my breathing. I am, however, much closer to 'being ready' to get over my loser status and back into a workout regime- as soon as the chocolate pie in the fridge is gone- I SWEAR! Unless I get knocked up first- kidding- I think!

***So I want to get pregnant again, start smoking pot again, and stop eating so I can fit back into my pants- which are complete contradictions- what the hell is wrong with me??? See why I call this My Therapy- you have a front row seat to the crazy show!!!