Mama Kat wants me to list 6 things I fear and chose the one that fears me the most. 1. Clowns 2. Heights 3. enclosed spaces 4. cockroaches 5. fear of the unknown 6. not being able to make it financially I chose the one that a lot of people would shake their head and go why? Why would you be afraid of a clown? They are colorful, funny, and make you laugh. I mean who would be afraid of this? Yeah, me either. But after a film I watched when I was younger (Stephen King's IT) proved otherwise. Yeah, its a movie but c'mon, this could shatter childhoods everywhere. And a balloon? I’ve got red and green and yellow and blue... That's enough clowns for me today. Go by Mama Kats and show her some love!
I have a 3 year old so you know that at that age they tend to say some off the wall stuff. I have so many words and phrases that this kid says that you just tilt your head and go, "What??" He's potty trained now so when he goes #2 he insists that I look at it. I think its a boy thing because my oldest did that too when he was his age. Him: Mommy come look at my poop! Me: *groans* Do I have to? Him: Yes, there's a lot! He also loves to mess with my husband on FaceTime. They will call each other a baby or he will get our son to say some off the wall phrases. It is a never ending cycle with this one. I am sad that he's our last but happy because I don't have to potty train anymore! By the way, if anyone knows how to do Mama Kat's link properly let me know because I've been trying to fix it!
So nothing in my life has gone as I planned when I was growing up but thats normal right? I was going to go to college, graduate, and maybe settle down, get married, and have children. Boy was I wrong. Really wrong. Like, "Are you a complete dumbass?" wrong. My freshman year of college was a flop, my roommate was a drug addict and I almost was thrown up against the wall of our shared room when she wasn't high. I eventually moved home with my parents and tried to get through what I could. I chose the wrong major and changed it which also changed my course of my college education. I married the first guy who paid attention to my chubby nerdy self. Well this post just is dreadful... Why should I continue on? It is sad and pathetic! I want to be a guest blogger and I am writing a post like this? Screw that! No one needs to read about depressing silly nonsense! But...maybe...no..I know..that I'm not the only one who has gone through something lik...
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