Crashing Down

I’m being shut out as the world comes crashing down

The currents pull me under as I begin to drown

A single question comes to me as I fight for air

Since I am so alone should I even care

There’s no one above me to throw the saving rope

Surrounded by the darkness I slowly lose hope

Should you have to fight to gain somebody’s love

Why is it not given freely from the man up above

I’ve tried my best but it’s not good enough for you

It all came crashing down and there’s nothing I could do

RTotD: 5/16

It’s time for more of my random thoughts. Most of you will probably run away screaming at that proclamation, but to those of you brave enough to stay, you need mental help. Know how I know that? We can see our own. Anyways, here we go….

• Why is it that even though they’re part of the United States, when shipping to Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands it is considered international?

(Blog) Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy

Good morning, Stuph Maphia™!  You may be wondering why I’m awake so early this Saturday morning.  No?  Oh, well.  It was nice to imagine you cared.  I’m going to tell you anyway.  BABY C WON’T LET ME SLEEP IN!  AUGH!!

Soooo, anyway, I just want to pimp out the social media sites associated with this here weblog, especially since I just added a page to Google+ yesterday.  What?  You’ve never heard of Google+?  That’s okay.  That means that you’re probably not a hipster, and that’s good.

My New Language

Having a child changes a lot of things. One of them is how you speak. For most people, it lessens the frequency of cussing (it did for me, at least when Baby E is around anyways). It also makes you start talking in a way you can’t control. I don’t know how else to explain it, but for some reason, you MUST talk to your child in that annoying baby talk. You try not to do it, but, no matter what, you always find yourself doing this:

A Question For The Ladies

A quick disclaimer: I’m not asking this to try and be mean, or make anyone feel bad, or anything, I’m just curious. I just want to know why this happens, and that’s even if anyone knows the answer.

My Weekly Award Show Soundtrack Post Thing

Did any of that make sense? No? Oh, well. I’m continuing on anyways.

Normally, I accept awards on my blog, but since I’m combining this one with my weekly soundtrack (just like Alice stole from me)/YouTube Tuesday post, I decided to go ahead and do it here. The award I’m accepting comes from Twindaddy. I’d post a link to his blog, but you’re already on it. Ok, now onto the award.

Looking Around For Adolf

That last wedding story reminded me of this one. This one might be one of those “you had to be there” stories, but I don’t care. I’m telling it anyways, cause I think it’s hilarious.
A long time ago, in a state that’s somewhat far away, my family and I were invited to my cousin’s wedding. As we don’t get to see them that often, we decided that this happy occasion was a good reason for visiting. We loaded ourselves in the car and drove up to Detroit to witness the festivities. We arrived the night before the wedding and hung out with some of our aunts/uncles/cousins before we got to see the rest of them the next day.

Random Thoughts: 3/25/2013

*Disclaimer:  This is our 1000th post!  Yay! Woot!*

Wow.  It’s been over 3 months since I’ve done one of these posts.  Unbelievable.  Sorry, Elyse.  I know you like these.  I’ll try to do them more often.

Anyhow, as a refresher, my random thought posts are where I peruse the news and then add my commentary and/or reaction to the articles.  Soooo…here we go!

• Karl Rove has suggested that Stephen Colbert might need anger management after seeing a bit where Colbert stabbed a likeness of Rove (affectionately referred to as “Ham Rove”) repeatedly during an interview.It seems that Rove’s capacity for idiocy escapes him and that most people react to the moronic things he says that way.  Colbert was merely acting out what most Americans would like to do to him.  So, I guess we all need anger management.

My Wedding Reception

I promised Twindaddy that I wouldn’t post any stories about him doing embarrassing things. After reading this, you may think I’m breaking that promise, but I have two reasons that I believe I’m not. One, he didn’t do the embarrassing thing, it was done to him. And, two, it happened at my wedding reception, so that gives me permission to use it.

Anybody that knows me knows that I don’t drink. Alcohol does not mix well with my medication. Since this was my wedding, however, I decided to make an exception. Plus, while my medication really didn’t give me any side effects, except to occasionally make me drowsy, I didn’t want to chance it clouding up any part of what is now tied for the best day of my life (the other being the day that Baby E was born).

Better Late Than Never?

Way, way, waaaaay back (nope, keep going – ack!  too far!) on March 6th Steph Rogers nominated my unshittiness™ for an award.  Being the excellent and masterful procrastinater that I am, I’m just now getting to it.  I may even publish it…eventually.

Steph is fucking awesome.  She’s smart and a very talented writer.  As such, she’s certainly qualified to recognize this blog for its unshittiness™ and award it with an epic award.  No, it really is an epic award.  See for yourself…

Would I lie to you?