My Family (Love them) Coffee (Yummy!) Holidays Reading a good smutty trash book silly magazines boots Levis Music I secretly like talk shows even though i bitch about them, but NOT Springer babies my bathroom crispy apples my car (love it) Sun shine and 65 degrees loud fast cars. should not be loud without being fast nice smells quiet time Blue comfy clothes shopping good hair days cooking a nice clean house when my kids are playing together not fighting pink roses hot baths

PMS liars people who cheat people who live to "work the system" rain when I want sunshine calling the social security office, and the first question you hear is, "do you want this message in emglish or in spanish?" its the fucking social security office for christs sake! If you dont speak english, you should not be calling the social security office!!!! not taking care of your kids enabelers people who allow themselves to BE enabled grey hairs on my head wrinkles on my face burned coffee in the drive through cell phones at the table people who know it all pimples people on talk shows braggarts over steppers people who think that they are better nasty smells making typos pests bad drivers people with bad breath or BO that wont do anything about it drama my kids argueing incompetant people in high positions my good computer being broken not losing weight fast enough pants too big, pants too small...none fit! typing with long nails my hair clutter bad music people who ...

Kids can be source of amusement. You can be a friend and be a parent. You can have boundaries, let them have fun, and be "inappropriate' and cut up sometimes...well I can. You can do whatever you want with yours. Mine like me and i like that. They also know how to act when it's important. My little boy has a thing about saying BALLS. Yours probably does to, i f you have one, even if you don't know it, i bet ya he does. BALLS is funny! If you don't believe me, just watch "The Proposal" with Sandra Bullock. BALLS are hilarious!!! I started my morning pretty normal. Then I was downloading some music. And then it started. I texted my hubby some funny raunchy lyrics in hopes that he would crackup in front of either his boss or a customer. I went down hill from there! Da dum da dum dum dum dum....hahaha Well anyway, we both thought that scene in the movie was funny, if you haven't seen it, go to red box and get it! You will see! So like ...

Damn. I woke up one morning, and I wasn't a kid anymore. Funny thing is, I knew I was married and had 2 kids. Hell, I even owned a house and had a cat, a vehicle payment, a job...bills...i knew all of that. Why didnt I get the memo about growing older? I am telling you, that shit just snuck up on me. I never felt it, and I be damned if I saw it....but there it was. In the mirror. Aw, i knew about the grey hairs, who am I kidding. Those don't count. I have been hiding those since I was in my early twenties. Let me clarify. I do NOT feel nearly 36 years old. I barely feel 26. Most days, I don't think i look 30. Well, sometimes when I'm feelin' bad and all sorry for myself, I think oooh poor pitiful Princess, your almost to the bottom of the hill, you may as well join the AARP! Anyway, my husband is only 33. I think he's hot. A lot of my friends think he's hot, and he's a sweet guy...so the age thing tends to get to me once in a while. I...

I like the town that we moved to. It's GREAT. Not too big, not too small. It has just about everything you could ask for cept a super Walmart. THAT is a story for another day. I threw a Princess sized hissy fit about that, let me tell you! So, we live in this little "commune" (not really a commune, but I like to call it that) of town homes. Some of them are in 3's and 4's. Some are only duplexes. They all look alike! It's a pretty snazzy little place, there are only about 100 houses in here, and it's very private with a pool and video surveillance. The unit itself is huge, but the yard can be mowed by turning in a circle with the weed eater running, i shit you not! We even have these guys who come by at 6 am with leaf blowers and clean up the street. Oh I just LOVE them! haha Waking the Princess up at 6 am.....yeah right. If i only had a rottweiler! Sic'em Spikey! I am an original. I am for everyone being themselves. Dress how yo...

Ok, so...here I am alone, just like I like it. I never seem to get enough alone time these days! I guess when writing a blog, alone isn't where you want to be, but I guess that part comes later now, doesn't it?! First things first. Spelling and punctuation.. Sometimes, there may not be any! I am an intelligent person. BUT, sometimes, I make typos... I am a PRINCESS, I am not PERFECT. There is a difference. There will be NO internet spelling Nazis here. Second: I most usually always speak my mind. It is therapeutic. If you hold things in, it's toxic, and all sorts of nasty things happen, you get stressed and stress leads to belly fat and gross things like pimples and headaches ! Third: I am a gear head. I love cars, the louder and nastier the better. Quite a weird hobby for a Princess, no? Horsepower ROCKS! I let my 11 year old drive a Jr dragster, which some will compare to a go cart...i guess that is a sufficient comparison, if a go...