A meme about me, but of course.

I saw this on both Suburban Mum's and Mum of 4's sites and since I am not able (able? more like is too lazy) to do a proper post I am expecting you to totally enjoy reading yet another meme from moi.


My ex is a friend on facebook. (That would be the teenage ex, not the ex husband.) But I never called him by the first name he is using on there. And never would have, it used to drive me crazy when people called him that.

Maybe I should stop eating Doritos Collisions at midnight if I ever want to lose weight.

I love Doritos Collisions. Just trying to be witty, without success I am sure. I love books. And my kids. And William. And oral sex.

People would say that I am bloody fantastic. They wouldn't really. Um...some would say I yell too much. Judgemental fucks.

I don't understand how Alberta's premier and his cabinet ministers can justify a 34% raise, of which a third is tax free, when the average joe's raise doesn't even come close to covering the increase in the cost of living. That's if you get a raise, which my union has not yet managed to get us.

When I wake up in the morning it is rarely of my own free will. It's an alarm clock or children.

I lost my cell phone. Months ago, and Taylor just told me that she was playing with it and broke it. She said she would give me hers, but I would rather have Liam's newer and better one. Why couldn't he have messed about with my phone?

Life is full of questions.

My past is my past. Though sometimes I wonder.

I get annoyed easily. My bad.

Parties are dreaded. Am too shy for large crowds.

I wish that I was in England. Must stop reading books about England. Must remind myself that 21st century England is not 1940s England. Course, its not 1980s England either, which is defo a plus.

Dogs shit in your back yard. And scare Saoirse.

Cats shit in your house. I have enough people shitting in my house without adding to it, thanks.

Tomorrow I am going to the doctor to get a sick note for the past 3 weekends and possily the weekend upcoming. And an inhaler, since I am still coughing so hard I am throwing up. Lovely.

I have a low tolerance for bigotry. Like Suburban Mum I was going to say pain, but really? My tolerance is not just low, it is practically non existent. At the hospital when they ask what it is out of 10 I say negative 3.

If I had a miion dollars I would buy a house. Oh, there's goes $500,000 for a new house with 3 bedrooms and an unfisnished basement. Throw in finishing the basement so child 1 and 2 have rooms and furnish said house and that money would be pretty much gone. No feeding starving children here.

I am totally terrified of being stabbed. Unreasonable? Totally, but I would really hate to die that way. All potential murderers should be aware that I would prefer to be shot. (Not normally what I would have went with, but last week some man stabbed to death his tenant, wife, and 2 of his 3 young daughters. It seems almost every death I read about is knife related. Gives me the heebie jeebies.)