My birthday is coming up

There are about 54 days before I turn the big 2 – 9!! It’s not that number that scares me; it is the one that comes after it, that freaks the hell out of me.

On November 23, 2009 I will turn 30!!

That just a scary thought to me, I will be half way to sixty and one third of the way to 90!! Frickin freaky, I tell you! I will have no choice to become an adult at that point. Which means that I have to do grown up things and act more mature…..WHATEVER!!! We’ll see if that is even humanly possible when that time comes.

But in the meantime I have been updating my wish list on Amazon. I am easy to shop for, just go on my wish list and click away. I picked all the books on there, so it’s guaranteed that I am going to like my present.

My latest ‘wishes’ are for all the Georgia Nicholson books. I love this chickie! She is laugh out loud hilarity. The trials and tribulations of her nunga nungas, her boy entrancers and her ability to make all things into an osity is genius! I would love to go to Swiss Cheese land or Kiwi A go go with this chick.

So people that is my birthday wish, send me on a trip with Georgia Nicholson!!

Hip Hop is dead

I do not encourage violence nor I am advocating crime, this is just my point of view. It may be offensive to some, but I am entitled to it. If you don’t agree with what I have to fine, you are entitled to that. But this is my piece and this is how I see it.


I have been a hip hop head since the age of 10. The first rap song I ever heard was ‘She Swallowed It’ by Slick Rick. Not appropriate for a 10 year old, true but I was hooked nevertheless. Big Daddy Kane, Run DMC, Wu Tang Clang, Biggie Smalls – I love them all. But I am not pleased with the way that hip hop is going and I have to get this off my chest.

Bling bling

Hip Hop was never about the bling. It was a reflection of life in the ghetto, it was about being poor. The baggy jeans, oversized shirts, were a sign of economic hardships not a fashion statement. What in the hell does a diamond encrusted chain represent? You made it, yeah you did but at what cost? Selling out to get one song on commercial radio and then fading into obscurity. Please, that’s not hip hop, that’s conforming. Might as well call yourself a pop artist.

Hip hop artists cannot sing

If you want to be a crooner get into R & B, stop trying to think that you can sing hooks.


The constant need to create need words and calling it southern lingo doesn’t work. It just seems to perpetuate negative stereotypes. Spelling and grammar have been around before you; words are spelled and pronounced a certain way for a reason. Encourage youth to speak properly and maybe the cycle of oppression can end. Don’t complain about being held down when you don’t know how to spell dilemma correctly!!


Stop inventing dances that look like more like an epileptic seizure than a rhythmic movement to music. Arms flaying around and legs jiggling like jell-o is not a skill. Also, gyrating and bouncing your ass in front of a camera isn’t dancing either, its gyrating and bouncing your ass. Neither is a skill, and if you think it is, please read a book.

50 cent

First off I would not brag that you were shot however many times it was that you were shot. Back in the day, people shot the snitches and the dudes that thought that they were roughnecks but they weren’t. Which were you? It used to be that the glory was on the shooter not the poor jackass being shot at.
Also, you call your little group of hangers on – G Unit a.k.a. Gorilla Unit. How stupid are your friends? They are letting you call them sub intelligent primates and they are cool with it? If your personality is a reflection of the company you keep – you are a wanna be with no real talent.
Lastly, what message are the 'artists' trying to put out there? The songs revolve around what you have and how you're better than everybody else. Nice message, but how true is it? Your record label owns your name, and the radio station owns your soul. If they gave up on you would you still be rapping? I highly doubt it, and that tells me hip hop was never in your heart. Today's artist don't feel the music they feel the money and because of that an era has come to an end.

But that’s just my opinion.

Fleece Sheets


I am always cold, no joke, I am freezing right now. I think it is my island blood. If the temperature drops below 25 Celsius I am shivering. So given that this is the great white north and it’s winter here for almost 8 months, I am not a happy camper the majority of the time. I have a space heater and blanket in the office. My car has the heat turned on almost all the time, and at home I walk around in sweat pants, sweat shirts and the woolliest socks I can find.

But I can’t sleep in sweats, the pants bunch up around my knees and because the sweat shirts I wear are XXL, the arms then to choke me at night. So come time to crawl into bed, I am crawling into the coldest bed on the planet (or at least that’s what it feels like to me). So I found these fleece sheets that I want to buy and they are on SALE!!

I love sales!

Milhouse won’t let me get them though. It has nothing to do with the price, it’s because as cold as I am he’s always hot. He’d shovel snow in shorts if he could. So because he may sweat to death, he has vetoed my request for fleece sheets. Now he just has to deal with my constant complaining about how cold I am.

The Anthropologist in me

Thinks that this is really cool.

Thieving Co – Worker


Dear Person Stealing my Yogurt

When I put my food in the communal refrigerator it is not for you to take. It is still my food even though it is in the fridge that everyone uses. I am not nominating my yogurt to be your mid afternoon snack.

Stop taking it!! It is mine. My name is on it for a reason. I bring it in so that I can eat it in lieu of a chocolate bar. Because of you I am either starving by the time I go home or feeling incredibly guilty for eating a Snickers. Stop messing with my food or else.

If I catch you stealing my yogurt again I will resort to the punishments from way back when and cut of your hand.

If you think I am kidding, just try me.


Jus tickin’ me off

Maybe it’s because I’m sick, or maybe it’s because my baby is sick and at home, or maybe it is because the sun is shining and I’m inside; I don’t know but everyone just seems to be ticking me off today.

Take your damn phone off speaker. I do not need nor do I want to hear your conversation. I do not find your lame sales jokes entertaining nor do I enjoy listening to the instrumental music that plays when you are on hold.

Put your cell phone on vibrate. You are not superman; I do not need to hear the superman theme song every time someone calls you. Also, if you are avoiding a call hit ignore, don’t let you phone just keep ringing. If you don’t start picking up calls you run the risk of me walking over, and answering your damn phone, and you don’t want that.

Stop humming. I can hear you!! Dude, you really have to quit with the humming. At first it was mildly amusing but now it is just plain annoying. I realize you like whatever song it is you are listening to but I don’t need to hear your version over and over again.

Rant over, I am going to go eat a chocolate bar now.

Let the feeding frenzy begin...

The sales manager quit yesterday. He didn’t hand in his notice, he just came in packed up his stuff and walked out. So now his position is open and the ass kissing has begun.

The man hasn’t been gone 24 hours yet and there are already at least 5 people brown nosing the GM trying to get an ‘in’ on the job. Just about all the sales guys have decided that they are qualified and are sucking up so much that their lips are in a permanent pucker.

It’s quite a sight to see….

When will this day be over?!?!


I started off the day feeling this way and I really want today to end now. I am having a totally and completely yucky day.

  • I’m sick and I feel miserable. Someone has stuck cotton balls up my nose, marshmallows in my ears, and hit me on the head with a skillet.
  • The motherfrickin’ daycare feels the need to send my son home every time they have to change his diaper more than three times in a day. He poops and tinkles – GET OVER IT!! Put on latex gloves and deal with it. I pay you over $1000 a month, earn your damn money.
  • My boss and his boss are out so I am holding down the fort. This means I spend most of my day dealing with their clients and saying, ‘sorry it’s just me today, I’ll let them know you called/emailed/or stopped by’. I ain’t no secretary but when they’re away I morph into one.
  • I have to work late. As a result of the mother frickin daycare’s inability to deal with poop, I had to run out of work for an hour and a half to pick up my son and drop him off at my moms and then come back. I have to make up that time now and leave a half an hour later than I normally would, and get jammed up in rush hour because of it.

I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep but the way this day is going, that is not going to happen for awhile.

Morning show - giggle, giggle, snort, snicker, ahahahahahahaha

I do believe that my co-workers think I am crazy, and I can’t say that I totally blame them. If I wasn’t me but I was observing me, I would think that I was a few sandwiches short of a picnic basket too. Have I confused you yet???

So I digress, my latest reason for my list of crazy behaviour is radio morning shows. I am not loyal to anyone radio station, and I listen to three different morning shows on my drive in. Whichever one is funniest that day is the one I listen to, which is not crazy behaviour.

The crazy behaviour is me sitting in my car in the office parking lot laughing hysterically. I tend to do this a lot because for some reason the co-hosts get funnier the closer I get to the office, and by the time I park I am laughing uncontrollably.

I know that my coworkers see me and probably think that I am not all there and those of them that have been here for a long time are probably used to it. But I need that laugh before I come in and get bombarded with their stupidity and idiotic questions.

I’m Lost

At one point in my life I knew where I was going but I don’t anymore.

Family wise; I’m good. I would like to have another baby but just not right now, it would be too expensive right now. Maybe when Destructo turns three, that way he can go to school and we can afford daycare for the new baby.

Career wise; I’m not so good. How in the hell did I end up here?!?!? My heart isn’t in it, I definitely didn’t go to school for this, really and truly I hate it, so why I am doing it?!

I would love to get into a museum or a library but I am not willing to take a pay cut. If I leave to start something new I will have to take a pay cut and I can’t afford that right now. So I am stuck here being miserable and blogging about it.

What me, too sensitive? Never!

Or maybe I am.

Lately, everyone has been getting on my nerves. I don’t know if it’s just me or if everyone has lost all tactfulness. Just about everyone I speak to or email is coming back with rude, obnoxious, or just plain ignorant responses. I have to bite my tongue from cussing and think of tactful ways to call them jackasses. It gets tedious and things would be easier if they just exercised some elegance.

Am I the only person on the planet that still mines there P’s & Q’s or has politeness gone out the window?

I don’t do breakfast

So far my whole weight loss journey is going alright. I have started eating 5 times a day, and I try to get in some exercise. My only problem is breakfast. My mornings are really crazy and I usually don’t eat until around 9am. Apparently this is bad because I have been awake since 630am. According to people, I am supposed to eat within an hour of getting up.


That ain’t gonna happen. Within an hour of me getting up I am on the road. So I am thinking maybe I should start making smoothies or something for the ride in. At least that way I have my first meal early in the a.m.

But I don’t know….

Weight Update

I now weigh
Dun dun dun
The same…..155lbs……nothing has changed yet. I was hoping for at least two pounds but no such luck.

Just yucky, plain and simple

Dear Lulubelle

Please ensure that you wash your hands after using the potty. It is quite disgusting that you do not wash your hands after each and every visit to the potty.

If you choose not to wash your hands, please refrain from touching me. I do not appreciate having my hair or clothing pawed by grimy hands.


Something to ponder....

Do fish fart?

Just wondering.....

Let me know if you know....

Test Drama

Yesterday was the first test for my God awful course (which will be known as GAC from now on) and it wouldn’t be my life if there was no drama involved.

I got to leave work early so that I could get baby from the daycare, drop him at home and then go back to the class and take the test.

Let me put my timeline into perspective for you, I left work at 4:30pm and class started at 6pm. The class was literally two blocks from baby’s daycare but because Milhouse can’t leave work early to get him, I do it (that may change though or at least on test days). I live about 30 minutes away from the daycare and 32 minutes away from the class. So that hour and a half is stretched really tight. So yesterday when I needed the timing to be precise Murphy’s Law kicked in.

· On the way to the daycare - there was traffic and construction outside work because of the movie shoot. Instead of taking me 10 minutes to get to the daycare it took me 25.
· On the way home - there was a major accident that closed down one highway and the other highway was closed for repairs. So instead of it taking me a half an hour to get home it took me almost an hour.
· On the way to class – there was construction on the roads that caused major slow downs. So instead of taking 20 minutes to get to class it took 35.

So my sister and I were about a half an hour late for a 45 minute test!!! Good thing we’re as smart as we are, because we rocked it and finished the test in time.

Random Facts About Me:

Just cause its Tuesday…..

1. I rely on spell check way too much. I’m getting lazy and letting the computer fix my mistakes instead of doing it myself.

2. I drink watered down instant coffee. In the morning I make a cup of instant coffee with 6 sugars. By the time I get halfway through my mug, its cold, so I just refill my cup with hot water, I don’t add anymore coffee or sugar though. I do this about three times a day, everyday.

3. I spend the majority of my day bare foot. Yes, I work in an office and yes, I wear shoes when I am walking around (sometimes). But when I sitting at my desk, I am barefooted.

4. I have no patience for stupid people. My time is too precious to waste on truly dumb people.

5. I always have a piece of paper and a pen on hand. I have all kinds of random thoughts running through my head and sometimes I manage to catch a few and write them down.


I heard this on the radio this morning, and it literally made me nauseous. So being the lovely person that I am I had to share.

There is this Swiss chef that is changing his menu to ensure that his soups, sauces, and gravies contain 75%


Take a guess

Wait for it



Pros & Cons


Pro: my boss lets me do pretty much whatever I want to do. I went to Destructo’s daycare today and he didn’t have a problem with it. I was gone for 2 hours and I haven’t lost any vacation time nor do I have to work through my lunch.

Pro: my boss’ boss is buying me ice cream. I get a single scoop of double fudge brownie.

Con: the politics here are extreme. There is all kinds of backstabbing and scheming going on.

Con: all this ice cream and cake is getting me fat.

I don’t know what to do???

Here we go again….

Another God awful class. Yes I know that I bitch and moan about this class on a weekly basis, and I intend to bitch and moan about this class until it is over. I just don’t see the point of it. If I wanted to stay in this industry for the rest of my life, maybe or even if I wanted to be management. But I don’t want to do either.

I just want to go home to my baby. I can even deal with the crazy puppy and sickie Milhouse. I just don’t want to deal with this class.

You know what I want – a paycheck. Plain and simple. No corner office, no company car, no coporate credit card - just my paycheck (slightly larger than it is now of course).

Is that too much to ask???

P.S. If that chickie tries to copy my notes again, I will bop her in the nose.



1 Gazillion dollar reward
Keep these FAR FAR away from me!!

How do you tell a co-worker….

That they’re icky?!?

There is a lady that works here that wears the same clothes for days, I will call her Lulubelle. Take today for example: Lulebelle is wearing a really cute black and beige dress. I think it is adorable, very appropriate for fall and fashionable. My problem with this is she has been wearing the same dress for the last three days!!

I can understand liking something and wanting to wear it everyday but this is a bit much. And this isn’t the first time she’s done something like this. She is a trainer and whenever she has to do training whether it is two day training or two week training, she will wear the same thing throughout the entire course.

I find that incredibly icky and I can’t of a PC way to tell her that she is icky. Maybe I will just leave an anonymous note on her desk.

Dear Lulubelle

You’re icky. Change your clothes.


You think that would work??

Random thought of the day....

If there is no dog in hot dogs, where did it get the name?

Were the inventors just trying to be creative or were these foods actually made with these things, once upon a time. Not that I am keen on eating dog, but it almost feels like false advertising. It’s like calling something strawberry shortcake but it’s made with broccoli. The names should be more accurate.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

I have been a very good girl this year, and I have a couple of things that I feel I deserve.

Firstly, I would like the winning lottery numbers.

Secondly, I would like a genie. The magic lamp attachment is optional, the genie could reside in a shoe box or a toaster, I am not picky.

And lastly, this is the most important one. What I really, really want is my own island!

I want to live on my own island somewhere in the Caribbean. It does not have to be a very big island, just one big enough to hold my house and maybe an ice cream shop because I can not live without ice cream. I would like the island to have white sand beaches with turquoise blue water, lush green coconut trees and hibiscus bushes scattered throughout.

For a man with your connections, I am sure that my list would be relatively easy to fill. Thank you so much Santa and I look forward to finding all my goodies on Christmas morning.


P.S. You may want to ease up on the around the clock surveillance, I mean it is a bit extreme and a tad creepy.

Drum roll please….


I can’t believe that I am going to do this but in order to give this weight loss a real effort; I have to be honest with myself. So here goes

*steps on scale*

Wow! That’s way more than I expected. It turns out that I weigh 155 pounds. Definitely quite a bit heavier than my pre-pregnancy days, hell quite a bit heavier than my post pregnancy days! Right after I had Destructo I was down to 145. I weigh now what I weighed when I was seven months pregnant.

I definitely feel crappy right now, but hey this is incentive for me not to eat that chocolate bar and focus on getting healthier.

So I am going to revise my goal and timeline. I want to lose 30 pounds by December 22. 30 pounds in three months is possible, I just have to change everything I know…

Over worked & under appreciated


I just found out that compared to everyone else I am underpaid. I get the lowest salary compared to just about everyone. The only person that makes less than me is the temp, and she may get a raise around the holidays. So even though I have consistently shown that I am capable, proactive, and take initiative ~ I get squat! It usually takes three people to replace me and I think I have a pretty positive outlook but why don’t I get the bucks to show for me.

Maybe it’s time I start looking for something else….

I ain't no girlie girl...part 2

How girlie are you ?

[ ] You own over 10 bottles of nail polish
[x] You own/owned perfume that cost over $60
[x] You had/have fake nails
[ ] You have more body/hair products than you can use
[ ] You have enough clothes to cover an entire refugee camp
[ ] You have enough pictures to create your own wallpaper
Total: 2

Do you:
[ ] Have a hair color that is not your natural color
[x] "blonde moments" at least once a day
[ ] Constantly keep your phone at your side
[x] Dance around in your room when nobody else is home
[ ] Refuse to go out in public without makeup
Total So Far: 4

[ ] Makeup
[ ] Glitter
[ ] The color pink
[x] Shopping
[ ] Jewelry
[ ] Mirrors
[ ] Chick flicks
[x] Shoes
[ ] Rainbows
[ ] Unicorns
[ ] Disney Movies
[ ] Candles
[x] Flowers
[ ] Stuffed Animals
[x] Purses
Total So Far: 8

[ ] American Eagle
[ ] Warehouse
[ ] Abercrombie & Fitch
[ ] Coast
[ ] Claire's
[ ] Express
[ ] Garage
[ ] MAC
[ ] Sephora
[ ] Bebe
Total So Far: 8

[x] Whatever
[x] Oh God
[x] Bitch
[x] Hun
[ ] That's hot
[ ] Really though
[ ] Darling
[ ] Psh
[ ] Cutie
[ ] Hottie
[x] Totally
[ ] For Sure
[ ] Skank
[ ] Fabulous
[ ] Fantastic
Total So Far: 13

Do You Read:
[ ] Seventeen
[ ] Cosmopolitan
[ ] Glamour
[ ] Marie Claire
[ ] Elle Girl
[ ] Teen Vogue
[ ] People
[ ] Us Weekly
[x] Star
[ ] Self
[ ]
[ ]
[ ]
[ ]
[ ]
[ ] Pink Is The New
Total So Far: 15

You Love These Movies:
[ ] Legally Blonde
[ ] Elizabethtown
[ ] Mean Girls
[x] Now & Then
[x] The Notebook
[ ] A Walk to Remember
[ ] Sweet Home Alabama
[ ] Where the Heart is
[ ] Just my luck
[ ] John Tucker Must Die
[ ] Centerstage
[ ] Bring it On
[x] How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
[ ] Mona Lisa Smile
[ ] My Girl

Total So Far: 18

Are you Addicted to...
[ ] LOST
[ ] America's Next Top Model
[ ] Project Runway
[ ] Desperate Housewives
[ ] The Simple Life
[ ] PCD present: GiRLiCiOUS
[ ] 8th & Ocean
[ ] Grey's Anatomy
[ ] The O.C.
[ ] Laguna Beach/The Hills
[ ] House
[ ] Gilmore Girls
[ ] Veronica Mars


I'm:18% Girlie?!??!?!

Ah duh, I could’ve told you that!!

I'm letting myself go...

I am turning over a new leaf. OK, it's not really a new leaf, it is a leaf that I look at a lot. I talk about it a lot, and I think about it a lot....but I never really do anything about it. But I will now. I am going to get back to me.

In high school, and university I was pretty. I made an effort in how and I looked. When I started working that all changed. I stopped worrying about my hair, my make up and my clothes. I got into a rut. And now the rut is really deep.

So I am making this promise and setting a deadline. I am going to get fit and healthy again. By November 15, I want to have lost 20 pounds. 10 pounds a month, is possible, I just have to put my mind to it. I am going to try to exercise some more and feel better about myself. I am going to make an effort on myself.

So here I go....wish me luck!

New premise of this blog...

Since I started the other blog which is pretty much going to focus on my life as a mommy and wife, I figured I would dedicate this blog to ME!

You'll notice some changes, firstly with the layout. I think this one is more me, but I am finicky and I may change it to something else in a little while. And the content. I am going to focus more on the things that I like, and my life outside my roles as mother and partner.

Mind you, I am still a mother and wife so those things may creep into my entries at times.

Hope you like it and feel free to take a gander at and let me know what you think.

Blog Roll

Aha!! I figured it out!!

I am liking the new site. I need to figure out the content though.

New Blog Updates

  • The new layout is up ~ THANKS KEVIN!!
  • Started blogging on it but the entries are coming in pretty slow.
  • Trying to figure out how to encorporate Foodie Fanatic into it, rather than having a completely seperate blog.
  • Still trying to figure out how to get my blog roll on it, the way I like.

Will keep you updated on my progrees, but feel free to check it out.

Lest We Forget

I will re-post this on November 11. But in memory of those that were lost on this day, 7 years ago and all those that have fallen since…

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

I dislike HTML

Doing this stuff on your own sucks!! Hopefully I get the hang of it soon or else I'm screwed!

I'm moving....

Blogspot has been great but I am moving on. I will keep updating here for a bit but if you a looking for my new site, me out here:

First day.....cont

I forgot something.....

I hate the fact that I have 17 pages of homework to do. I hate the fact that we have a quiz next week. And I hate the fact that the textbook weighs 25 pounds.

But other than that, it was alright.

First day

Yesterday was the first day of work imposed education, and it was alright.

I hated the fact that by the time I got home baby was asleep. I hate the fact that I only got to see him for like 10 minutes. I hate the fact that I didn’t get to give him a bath, feed him dinner, or put him to bed. I hate the fact that I only got to see Milhouse for 20 minutes before I crawled into bed and fell asleep. I hate the fact that I didn’t get to eat dinner. I hate the fact that the class is 4 hours long, with only 2 ten minute breaks. I hate the fact that the air condition in the class was set to igloo. I hate the fact that the chickie beside spent the night copying my notes.

But other than that, it was alright.

P.S. How do you eat a tomato?

This is getting ridiculous

I am seriously thinking of going to use the gas station bathrooms instead of the ones here. Since I don’t smoke, I figure I could use my ‘smoke break’ time to drive over to the gas station. The ones here are getting so nasty that I am thinking that the gas station may actually be cleaner. I get so grossed out going in there. I am wearing an ankle length dress today and I had to lift it up because there were all kinds of puddles on the floor and not all of them were just water.
I don’t get it all the women that work here are suits, so self absorbed and only concerned with appearance but then they go into the bathroom and turn into nasty truck drivers. I have gone so far as to send a message to administration about the condition of the bathrooms and nothing has been done. So until something changes I am not going to go potty here anymore.

I ain’t no girlie girl

This weekend I discovered I have lost my girliness. At one point I was a girlie girl, I could rock the high high heels, the make up and the mini dress. Not anymore. Twice this weekend I had to get all gussied up and I was at a total loss. It didn’t help that on Friday my dress was a crumpled mess because I didn’t have time to iron it and on Saturday my dress ripped. I needed help walking in my shoes, and they weren’t even that tall and my make up looked like it had been put on by a blind elephant. I took it all as signs from the Gods that maybe just maybe I should just stick to my sweat pants and flip flops. And when I feel like dressing up, I should put on a nice t-shirt.

You think that would fly??

Ode to the Pear Tree

O dear ‘ole pear tree,
How I despise thee.
You are the bearer of yucky fruit,
And a ton of bumblebees to boot.
How I wish they would cut you down
But alas you’re still around.

Holy Camoley Batman!!

First grade is scary!! My niece start grade one on Tuesday and she was all ready but I don’t think I was.

There are all these things that pop into your head, all these scary things are and how she was going to handle them. OK they are not that terribly frightening for an adult but for a six year old…

The bus:

Where is going to sit?
Who is she going to sit with?
What is going to happen when she gets off the bus?
Would she know what bus to get on when its time to leave?
Would she know what stop to get off on or would she be wondering some strange street in search of her mommy?


Who would she eat lunch with?
Would she eat her lunch?
Is she going to make friends?
How is going to handle bullies?
Are there cliques in grade 1 or does everyone just get along?


Would the older kids pick on her?
Who would she play with?
What if she doesn’t have anyone to play with?

Ai 1st grade is so scary!!

P.S. She did wonderfully

OK, I realize that I was freaking out over nothing. My niece had a great first day and *knock wood* she is liking school.
But really what did I expect, she’s a genius and a super friendly kid. I know she’ll do awesome.

2 years ago today....

Matches married gunpowder and there was a big


And its been fiyah eva since!!

Happy Anniversary Milhouse!!


You're lucky it's Tuesday!