Gossip Girl

Do you NOT love this video?

So she's Gossip Girl. And so am I.

Not really. But I am going to act like her right now. Well, no i'm not. I'm just gonna rant a little bit. What's up with stalkers?

Like the people you know don't like you but stalk your Facebook page or your blog or your life? What do you do about them? Pretend they don't exist?

And why do you stalk people you don't like or talk to anymore? lol. We all do it.

I'm just wondering where the obsession with all of this comes from? Is that why Facebook and blogs and Twitter and Tumblr were all created? It's pretty easy to track someone down even if they've blocked you from viewing their "private" profile on Facebook. It's a guarantee you know someone who knows them. You know exactly how to casually ask, "Hey, how's that skank such-and-such doing?" except you don't use those kinds of names. Well hopefully anyway. Well hopefully you do.

The anger inside me is built up right now. My sister tells me anger is a disguised feeling of some underlying emotion, usually sadness, hurt or scaredness.

I wish I didn't have to wear ANYTHING with an elastic band for a waist. So that pretty much means i wish I didn't have to wear pants. Of any kind.  This might be contributing to my anger.

Not a lot of people know about this blog (YET) so it's safer than the super public one yet I know I'm being heard even if its only Jaime listening.

So there's some issues with some ladies I used to know.  One is super pissed at me because she thinks I spread rumors about her. It's completely untrue. I would totally feel more bad about it but I didn't do it. I just tried to write her on Facebook and I knew she wouldn't respond. But I know she got it! So it's irritating me. The other girl somewhat pretends that we're still friends because we have so many mutual ones. It's a weird situation. She's angry at me because I haven't come to see her baby. Which is totally legitimate. It's just kind of a long story. And then there's my mom who's pissed at me for asking someone else to host my baby shower because I got the distinct impression she didn't want to from various things she said to me. "I've hosted the last 2, isn't it your mother-in-laws turn?" There's more. But I'm just so grossed out really. I really try to figure out my part in these situations and even when I do I can't figure out why it's worth it for me to worry.

Whose blogs/Facebook pages/Twitters do you stalk? Don't lie. We know you do it.

Two Anecdotes

I'm not sure if I should admit this, but this is an oldie. Yup. No offense to anyone who might be offended, but I just don't have anything decent to write. This is short and sweet. Please and thank you!

Two Anecdotes...

Eli and I were taking a lovely stroll in the woods. Snake! Huge, giant, terrifying snake! He slithered away having little or no interest in us. He probably forgot all about us, but I think about him everyday. I am now afraid of the woods, but I brave it with new knowledge and close-toed shoes. He was feet long with many curls in his tail.

I bought this wooden teether for Eli from etsy.com. I was asked about it the other day and this is what I said: "Since wood has some give to it, I thought that if I lost all my teeth, it might be nice to have some wood to suck on." I instantly died and blushed furiously.

Oh, the hubs was there at that last one and he had some inappropriate quips to throw in at the moment thus deepening the color of my face.


And just because this is the mood I'm in, here's a song to get stuck in your head!
(just kidding, I'm ALWAYS in the mood for this song...who isn't?? no one. no one worth their salt!! In my opinion.)