Dawndees Day

So...I feel like writing. You must know what I am talking about. As we are all blogging right?

I only met Beanie's Dad one time. And my impression of him was that he was very cute. You could tell by looking at him that he adored his children. That he was the kind of Dad who was a tickler and a joker. I wanted to squeeze his cheeks and rub his elbows (another quirk). I can not tell you though how much I have been thinking about my Beanie since this happened. You can probably tell from the blogs. So she was on my mind throughout every activity all day. Her family too...

It was a lazy day here. Laundry day is Thursday here. I hate laundry! There are five of us. And out of the five there are three who change at least twice a day. Ariana is a freaking mess...she literally attracts dirt. I changed her three times today. David always always always spills his drink on himself at a meal. It never fails, we make it through breakfast, two snacks and lunch with no spills...oh! we made it through dinner! woo hoo no spills today!!!!! Oh you dumb ass...you had to give him that cookie with a full glass of milk didn't you! doh! And Tony is a mechanic so he comes home from work and changes into his clean clothes...

SO laundry day is kind of a lazy day here. I let the kids kick around in their jammies and run around causing havoc on the house because I have so many baskets to fold. And I think that they love it.

Ariana and I made cookies. They are wonderfully yummy. And the best part is that she loved making them. She helped me pour the ingredients and she kept saying "One Two Cookies!" I love her. I ate a lot of dough...so did she. I am such a fat ass...David wouldn't even lick the spoons. How can boys not eat the dough? What is wrong with them??

I jazzercised with Sheryl tonight. It was fun. Until the lady came in halfway through. She was gremlin looking and she took off her shoes!!!!!!!!!!! And she was not wearing socks. And she had fugly feet. I am not joking. Bitch needed a pedicure. And a fucking bra. I am sorry, I know I am terrible. But come on now...when you are dancing and jumping excercising put a bra on!!!!! You are old! They sag! I don't want to know how your nipples look through your shirt! And while you are at it....move those crusty ass toes away from me....please!

Anywhoo, I am home now. And I am bird sitting. I hate birds. I have a little fear of them. I should add that to my quirk list. But one of them, Birdzilla, is obnoixous. I know it must mean that he is happy. But he chirps high pitched chirps all day long. They are supposed to be able to talk if you train them. So since they are so annoying I have decided that I am going to play "Sexy Back" over and over constantly until my Mom and Donald get home. I am praying that they he will start to sing it over and over again. To drive my Mother insane....because quite frankly I am losing my effin mind with this bird...