Armageddon it

Ok, here are our fugly cookies. But they taste damn good...Its not what's on the outside that counts, its what's on the INSIDE....























When I sent my babies out to the bus Thursday it was -6 outside..That's all wrong. This is the temp at noon...





















See that jerkoff's, it says NEGATIVE 3. That is without the bloody cold ass wind. That woulda brought the temp to a balmy -22...Man ,Minnesota is what I think hell is like. Hell is not hot, hell is buck ass cold.

And don't make a comment that my house was only 55 degrees...I keep it next to the window in the kitchen so it reads my inside temp as a bit colder then it is...But I did have my long underwear on today.

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So my Butch had decided to take up wreslting with his baby sister. Blondie session was first..Man she can kick ass. She pinned those boys fast. And she is quick and she pays such good attention to the coaches. I was totally amazed at what she could do. She could keep up to those snot ass boys so good.

Then it was Butch's turn. This is where things went all wrong. Now don't get me wrong, I love my son. I really do. But he is a wussie. His first time down on the mat and he starts to cry. Not even 10 minutes into his practice and he was down for the count. If this were the Karate Kid..DANIELSON woulda been dead on his feet.

On the way out to the car he told me that he never wants to step foot inside that place again and that going in there was nothing more then a death sentence.

And he continued to sob the whole 3 blocks home, because holy shit, he got pinned by a kid. I told him..Holy shit, its wrestling, not ballet. He wants to join ballet. I am not even certain if he could handle a non contact sport.

My poor son. HE may need to transfer schools after this episode.

But Blondie, that girl can hold her own..

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We are sitting here in the living room and Mr shaky asks when was the last time I fed the rabbit. I looked at him very puzzled..I was not sure when I fed her last...Coulda been days, weeks even..

I cant be in charge of feeding every damn living thing in this house.

I am just not that responsable. Period.

Well everyone have a great weekend. I am going Christmas shopping Friday night. I hate shopping. For two reasons. I hate spending money unless I am buying myself something, and B, I hate spending money on shit my kids will break, or lose within weeks of receiving it.

Kids are retards. What I don't get is we parents buy our kids nice crap for Christmas, and we give all the damn credit to a fat white guy. I mean, one year my daughter said to me " why don't u and daddy buy us cool stuff like Santa does?"

I wanted to murder Santa at the very moment. Never in my life had I thought of homicide, but that moment seemed right to me.

I know some people don't go the Santa route, which is fine by me. I mean at least their kids know who spent the dough on the crap they are gonna lose and break. I love Santa, and I love the concept of Santa. And truthfully kids only believe in Santa for a short amount of time. Then after that you get the blame for all the shitty gifts. It all pans out in the end.

But when your kids think Santa is reason for the season, that's when u have problems. My kids, wonder how the hell they got Santa from the birth of Christ. It makes no sense to them. But yet, the two that believe in Santa don't question anything on Christmas morning.

God Bless us everyone.

Bee Real