Kristal's right, man. I'm too busy "flickr'ing" to write. I put my Fourth of July photos up. You have to look at them, for they are awesome. And I'm not just saying that because I'm a Wanna be Professional Photographer!
Speaking of THAT. I'm officially on everyone's "nerves" with my picture taking obsession. No. Really. Everyones. But especially my kids, and by "my kids" I really mean "just Ethan" because MAN did he get pissed at me yesterday.
I asked them to stand on the wall by the spa and "fall back" so I could get a cool picture. Well, Ethan came up screaming that it hurt his back when he hit the water and he was PISSED.
"That hurt, mom! Stop telling us what to do! Why don't you just BECOME A REAL PHOTOGRAPHER AND LEAVE US ALONE!"
Of course, I had to snap a picture of the actual moment he got pissed and was yelling at me.
That's what WBPP do, people. We take the pictures that people don't want us to take because we KNOW they're going to make great blog fodder.
We spent the day at my sister's house. Her beautiful house. I'm jealous of her house. I want a house like hers in a neighborhood like hers. Too bad for me I can't afford a $600,000 dollar home. Hell, I can't even afford a home in my crappy 'hood. I'm starting to get angry about it, too. I want to live in a house that I'm not ashamed of. I want to live in a house that ISN'T UGLY. I won't even have people over anymore because I'm so embarrassed of this house. I've been looking for another house to rent, (because we can't afford to BUY one) but can't find one for less than $1,700 a month and GUESS WHAT? That's right, we can't afford that. I just want a place where I could invite people over for bbq's and not be ashamed and have to apologize over and over for the "ugly kitchen".
I blame my shame on Oprah. I always knew this place was ugly but I was never ashamed to have people over. I didn't care because, well, I love have people over and "they're not here to judge my house, they're hear to get drunk and play games!"
But then I started watching Oprah and she told me I should be embarrassed of how ugly my house is and HOW DARE I USE FAKE FLOWERS TO DECORATE!
Now? I'm afraid to have anyone over because "I'm so tacky and OH MY GOD HOW CAN I LIVE IN A HOUSE WITH FAKE FLOWERS AND MISMATCHED TOWELS?"
That bitch.







I stopped letting Oprah give me a complex right around the time I saw her pitch a buttercreme hatbox cake (in her O list) to the tune of a disgustingly exorbitant $300+.
*gag
Frig O.prah!