I hear some piggies popcorning!!

Over the past couple days I have thought on several occasions about updating this blog. And on different instances I sat and opened the browser to my blogger page only to have my brain become a blank slate. What did I want to write about again? What photo's did I want to share? I have no idea. Perhaps I should eat food that enhances memory or maybe look up games and exercises to sharpen my brain. Nah, I don't think so, never mind. I'd rather brew myself a cup of joe or cinnamon tea while satisfying my case of the munchies with the bag of South Park special edition Cheesy Poofs I have hidden in the bottom cupboard in the kitchen. Which on a separate note, did you know the phrase 'cup of joe' came from the secretary of the Navy who served under Woodrow Wilson after banning wine mess'? Yeah, just looked that up and you should too because it's interesting.

As some of you know and some of you may not, Mur bought me my birthday present the other day. A plane ticket to Chicago to visit Tiffer and Brad!! I'm so excited and can't wait!! So I anticipate, since it's my birthday weekend, and we're in Chicago and we haven't seen each other in varying amounts of time there will be copious amounts of drinking, shenanigans and lots of food!! Did I mention that I cannot wait??

Woah, throwback!!!

Next week is the family reunion. It is what mom-mom is referring to as 'the big one'. So far I know one family member is planning on working a double, the other probably isn't going to show up because she's preggers (well unless she decided to in which case it should be cautioned that she's only going because of a hidden self serving agenda), another is in France, yet another will probably go to a friends instead (highly advised), and finally the last couple of the family just won't go. After all the last family reunion that was even conceived as mandatory to go to we conveniently ended up going away for the week to North Carolina. So it looks like just me and Mur are going...but only if Mur gets off of work. If not, well then I'm going to come down with a case of the 'stomach flu'. Oh my!

Planning baby showers is such a drag especially when I'm not home. Sorry I don't talk to you that often, have no idea what the hell has been going on or that I talk to the knocked up chick because I asked for my Christmas present. How dare I?!!?! People not returning phone calls is a real problem. For both family and prospective employers. This leads me to my next point.

Diaper cake I made Lauryn

 I cannot count how many phone calls I make to people to ask if they're hiring, to check the status of applications and to set up interviews. Each time I only ever get a receptionist, secretary, voicemail. Return my fucking phone calls!! Losing sleep over worrying about shit like this is REALLY starting to get old.

Oh!! I almost forgot to tell you guys!! We got Guineas!!!! Two little girls that are about a month old. One that is white and black that we named Marshmallow and  the second is sandy colored that is named Cinn-a-Bun. They are both very sweet and love chasing each other around while then taking a break to eat cut up apple. Don't try and ignore them though because upon hearing you enter the apartment or wake up and come into the living room they immediately start talking to you and jumping around. So sweet, gotta love the piggies. <3

That's about all I have to update with you now. Sorry if parts sound harsh it's a side effect of sitting home alone for 21 out of the 24 hours there are in a day. So, pardon me again.