I’m totally bored with this lame ass theme so if anyone knows of a good, sexy one let me know.

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Tense Teacher has asked that I stop having a life. I love ya girl, and I really wish that I could.

Sadly though, the life I have is extremely boring, yet busy as hell.

Moving sucks. Everything is “put away”, all the boxes are gone, BUT now I have to go and organize everything that I’ve “put away”… that will take days, weeks months. Seriously. I have so much that I just threw here and there to get it out of sight.

No time to do anything this weekend though. Heading out of town tomorrow morning. Going to get my hair cut, like the original photo from way back when… while Kidlet1 and I are getting our hair done the other 3 will be at the other house, cutting the lawn, as our realtor is having an open house to try sell the fucking thing. I am so sick of paying two mortgages. It sucks ass. Seriously. That and the “floater” (home equity) loan are killing us. I might have to buck up and get a job before September if that fucking house doesn’t sell.

Fucking house.

Um yeah. After hair and lawn, we are going to have lunch then head to the home game. Yay. Then it’s par-tay time. I can’t wait. We are spending the night so I can drink as much as I want and not worry about getting home! I really can’t wait. I need this stress release. Been counting down the days all week.

We are supposed to stay for breakfast on Sunday too. BFF’s hubby wants to make us food. I’m good with that! Unless I’m ill. Then I’ll pass!

Here’s hoping I can drink enough to have a great fucking time, but not enough to be ill the next day.

We’re heading out camping Wednesday morning for a couple of days too. Need to get away from the house and such. Our week in August will be much more fun, of course, cause we’ll be miles and miles away instead of 5 minutes!

Time to head uptown. I gotta get Hublet’s lunch ready then I’m outta here.

Have a great weekend!

Fuck post. I wish that were the case, but I’m just loving Buckcherry’s new song!

I am useless dontcha know so I’m doing a fucking bullet post. With fancy smancy circles, compliments of Miss Ann…

• i am in luff with Kid Rock
• i would totally fuck him
• i am in luff with Josh Todd
• i guarantee he would never be too drunk to fuck me
• 5 more sleeps until the “Mommy Drunk”
• i need this weekend
• i have everything unpacked
• i am a goddess
• i bought $1000 worth of paintings for a mere $140
• i’m a happy shopper!
• hublet is out of town for the night.
• i’m not saddened by that
• WTF is wrong with me that I am not saddened by that??
• i am going shopping
• blogging is depressing me

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Listening to: Buckcherry - Too Drunk To Fuck

From Dictionary.com

adjective
1. drained of energy or effectiveness; extremely tired; completely exhausted; “the day’s shopping left her exhausted”; “he went to bed dog-tired”; “was fagged and sweaty”; “the trembling of his played out limbs”; “felt completely washed-out”; “only worn-out horses and cattle”; “you look worn out”
2. depleted of energy, force, or strength; “impossible to grow tobacco on the exhausted soil”; “the exhausted food sources”; “exhausted oil wells” [ant: unexhausted]
3. drained physically; “the day’s events left her completely exhausted–her strength drained”

I’ll take numbers 1, 2 AND 3.

I am exhausted. Sorry to whine to y’all but this is *my* blog to do with whatever I choose…

The house is coming together nicely. Apparently I’m way ahead of schedule. Didn’t know there was a schedule for these things, but I couldn’t stand boxes and crap all over the place.

Everything is slowly finding a home. Slowly, by my standards. Not so slowly by the “schedule standards”.

As soon as it’s all the way I want I will take some pics and post on the other blog.

Um yeah. So I’m kinda mad at Hublet right now. I went shopping on Saturday in the city, with a couple of friends and Kidlet1. Hublet called me at one point and I asked if he took the stuff to the thrift store. He said no. I could do that. I’m like I can’t lift the coffee table so you can take the stuff. “Are you that frigging use…” I hung up on him. I knew what was coming. I was pissed beyond belief. Kidlet1 profited from that anger. I bought pretty much everything she wanted. Lucky girl. And I nearly bought a $300 purse from Coach, but I stopped myself. I do have some self control.

I’m talking to him, barely. He never said a word about me hanging up on him (he HATES that), and if he’s smart he never will, unless it’s to apologize.

The stuff is still in the garage. I am NOT taking it in. Bastard.

Kidlet1 got a new job. Yay. She’ll be gone to work. A lot. Yay.

Kidlet2 & Kidlet3 are freaking driving me crazy. Fighting, bickering, arguing, yelling, tattling ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Ugh.

I hate summer holidays. School should be year round.

’nuff said.

Oh and did I mention I really hate SABIL??? Fucking bastard never brought over what he was supposed to before we moved. He tells the parents “Oh, he (meaning Hublet) can come get that before he moves”…. (we hear this day 2 in new house)

Um excuse the fuck out of me asshole. You took it home with you, you bring it back where you got it. Hublet refuses to get it. I don’t blame him. It will end badly. Very bloody badly. Um yeah, so I hate SABIL and his fat wife too.

On a better note, the Father in law said he would get it for us. I that man.

Um yeah. Got some calls to make. Will blog again. I promise!

Bonus points if you figure out what that stands for!

I am exhausted. Dead on my feet. Never going to breathe normally again.

Oh yeah, and I broke my toe this morning. Go figure.

Move from hell. Srsly. The moving company reminds me of fucking carnies. Ya know. Carnival workers. Skuzzy, ucky, slimy dudes. Seriously.

The packers weren’t bad, but they took forever and didn’t pack everything they should have. This is according to the mover truck guy who picked up two teens at the fucking skatepark to help him load the truck. WTF?? What kind of company does not send people to do a job?? Srsly. Stupid.

Considering how high of a profile Hublet’s company has, to use a company like this to move people?? Um yeah. I think not.

AND THEY BROKE STUFF!!!! Motherfuckers.

Um yeah. I am not happy. I am happy we moved, but I am tired. Had a few long days. 18, 19, 20 hours. Ugh. I don’t want to move again.

Ever.

Alright. Miss SodaPop tagged me so I have to do this. She’s holding a gun to my head, dammit.

6 Quirky Things About Vikki That You May or May Not Want to Know

1. I am always right. I don’t care if you think I’m wroing. I’m not. That’s just how it is.

2. I *HATE* underwear. I hate wearing it. I hate folding it. I hate washing/drying/folding it. Ugh. Especially other people’s underwear. Eww.

3. I Burger King Whoppers. I would blow a baseball team for a Whopper right now.

4. I *HATE* lettuce and pickles on burgers. I always order them without and Lord help you if you put them on.

5. I *HATE* socks. They are possessed little devils that walk away from the laundry, never to be seen again. I hate wearing them too.

6. I prefer to have a nice, hot, relaxing bath in the morning, when everyone is gone. Just me and my bubbles. No interruptions.

Um yeah. So those are just a few of my quirks. I am not tagging anyone since everyone’s been tagged, because as usual I’m a day late and a dollar short!

I’ve been a horrible blogger. I have a lot of reasons. None of which I am going to tell you since most of you hate those whole “I’m such a horrible blogger posts”….

I have a lot to do in 2 days. Being stoned and sleeping most of this past week has not been a good thing. Not with a BBQ with a zillion people coming up this weekend. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?? Geez.

There’s been a lot going on in the blogging world and as usual I’m clueless, for the most part. I like living under a mushroom.

Kidlet1 has been GREAT since I got her on Sunday. We’ll see how long it lasts! I’m hopeful. I really do see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Kidlet2 & 3 have been horrible little jerks all week though with the Hublet gone. Driving me batty. They were good the first day I was “sick”, but now they’re out full force. Ugh.

I think by tonight I’ll be 90% though which is good because we have to go get all the groceries for the party. Double Ugh.

Well I’m off to take my meds and lay down for a bit.

Catch y’all later.

Left the house at 9am. Met up with the Grandma @1pm. Just got home about 30 minutes ago.

I’m exhausted.

Did stop to buy a new sofa and loveseat for the new house and some massaging showerheads…. and a few other things.

Must go watch Disk 5 of Season 3 of 24 now… I am loving me some Jack. I even saw a license plate today that had CTU for the letters! It was great!

Ok. I’m rambling. G’night.