bad mandy

got that damn digital camera and haven’t used it since friday. ugg.  have to get pics of Doll standing. she goes up and down all on her own.  i know she will be walking at christmas.  she is wearing me out.

i haven’t done much christmas shopping yet.  in my family, it isn’t christmas unless you are running around that last week trying to find presents.  and then wrapping the last of them on christmas morning.  i love the chaos, that’s what makes it christmas for me.

i told the fuckers at whataburger that after the holidays, i am gone.  i can’t take the drama anymore.  to much bullshit in one place.

joseph and i are fighting.  he is a lazy fuck.  just because he does one fucking load of dishes, i am supposed to be grateful.  kiss my ass!!!  do three loads of dishes and six loads of laundry with a six month old on your hip who refuses to be put down and then we might talk about gratitude.  ohh and lets not forget chasing the four year old who thinks its okay to put stuff in the toilet in between loads, then we could call it almost even.  and if you think that i am going to say thank you for letting me sleep in two hours while you played video games that i hate anyway, well mother fucker, you better think again.  if i can do it all by myself, then you can too, shithead.  i am not you goddamned maid.  and i sure ain’t your fucking door mat, bitch.

ugggg.  i’m so pissed at him and bitching here isn’t helping.  maybe if i throw something at him i will feel better.  violence is the only way sometimes.  no i’m not psycho, i’m angry.

oh well, this slave has to finish dinner.

y’all take care and hug those babies tight.

mandy