This is my brief blog this week.
BOREDOM. BORED BORED BORED.
For those internet trolls with nothing else to do but attack women…..GET A LIFE. You’re vile, sexually aggressive comments, are a sexual, odd. wierd gesture, which we will ensure we send on to your mama and the Police. No doubt you have records long enough to feed people.
Attacking NON DRINKERS is BORING. YES I SAID IT. I know it sounds bad AND I know I will be attacked by internet trolls for the comment but, IT IS BORING!!! PS. For you trolls who LOVE to attack people like me (especially women on the internet….weirdoes) …get over yourself. I can say what the fuck I want. this is MY site. If you don’t like it… FUCK OFF!!! You are apparently over 18 years old so deal with it. Wierdos. Don’t read my site.
IM NOT DRINKING AND IM BORING THE SHIT OUT OF MYSELF!!! ITS SOOOOO BORING NOT DRINKING. BORING. I can barely leave the house in case I inhale fumes which may tempt me to my nearest bar.
I am going through a period of boredom, and slight, I have to admit, annoyance with my kids, and anyone else’s that get in my way. Again this is due to being sober…… They no longer do what I friggin want them to do and also have discovered how to hurt my feelings in the process (sods).
For example, my three year old turned around and told me she didn’t want me but Daddy to sit with her at dinner (unbeknownst to her that The Captain has the patience of a one day old puppy) While he sat there screaming back and forth that plastic dolphins don’t fly and Mickey Mouse is in fact NOT real (yes, he also told them Christmas is bullshit)…..I walked away to continue with my food fest…
I had already spent hours in the kitchen cooking them fabulous food, and my 3 year old who is no longer a cutie pie but now a judgemental/arsewipe, 3 year old decided “I DONT LIKE CHICKEN”….. despite eating it earlier that day. Because the display was different, this seemed to throw her off on her food. Then, my son decided to spit his food out as he chews it, so he had a pile of what was delicious chicken splatted all across the floor.. Its at this point that I MUST leave the room before I go insane after having cooked for ages with a few different dishes to inspire them, and stab myself with a spoon (plastic kid friendly one from Ikea).
I take the kids to school. Come home and cook a lovely new dish daily, then head off to the gym to work off those post twins juggle belly hideous skin syndrome (plus ONE, as I now have three kids under 3), then collect the monkies from school while they scream at me continuously that one or, the other, is touching their car seat and why oh why isn’t the music louder?
By the time I walk through the front door of my home at 11.34am….. Im ready for a shot of vodka or a mass gym session. So far Ive gone to the gym 5 times this week….. to escape the continues moaning of my 3 year olds. It’s exhausting to take daily. AND, yes…. spoilt me…. I have help.
Today….. it was raining and everyone was tired or hung over (*Captain included) that I decided to cook while eyeing up a bottle of red Shiraz from Margaret River. When the house is quiet…. and I’m left to my own devices…. I cook like a friggin happy demon…… recipes to follow soon (Spaghetti meatballs), prawn curry with brown rice, chicken roulette stuffed with spinach and parmesan and gouda….pork belly with roast potatoes, Stuffed potatoes with chives…. the list is endless and due soon.
In the meantime…. look at what I found in Watsons recently…..”Lamb placenta?” WTF?