Cup of Joe-anne

My morning cup of coffee, is more than just some silly caffeine fix. It's my nod to the day. My way of getting mentally prepared for the chaos that will soon begin.

Having two young girls, under four, is chaos in its most reliable sense. Without my fake vanilla flavored, possibly over sugared, cafe, where would my head emerge? I rely on this cup probably too much, but then again, I don't have a coffee break at 10am, and a cigarette break at three. I get no breaks, I am a mom. If I need one darn cup of coffee to make me feel better, so be it. Cheers to the cup of Joe.

Momzilla

Selling wedding dresses is an interesting business. Just yesterday there was a girl who was probably a size 14. Her mother was a frumpy mess, but insisted on her wearing a "Beyonce" type dress. Huh?

This poor girl found a dress she loved. It fit her like a glove and she was beaming, she looked beautiful. Her mother said "She's already wide and this dress makes her look even wider". We were all crushed for the bride.

I hope she comes back without her mother, that goblin of a MOB.

Bitter or Honest?

I seem to be one of the few people I know who post the truth on their facebook pages. Does that mean I am honestly bitter or bitterly honest?

Food Revolution

Is it wrong that I got the idea for "Bisquit Donuts" on Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution. Hint, they were on the bad list.

The Final Rose Ceremony

I'm quite embarassed to admit I'm watching "Inside the Bachelor", but think it's funny they didn't call it "Inside the Bachelorette", assuming that would have been in poor taste.

Deadbeat Dads Beware

I love how entertainment shows are questioning Kate Gosselin and whether or not she'll be able to handle Dancing with the Stars and raising eight kids, why don't they ask if her dipshit ex-husband will be helping out so she can pull it off.

Wine beware

Beloved crushed grapes, you will be my victim tonight, beware Pinot Noir, beware Meritage.