on notice

supernanny: can you please come to my house-like now? ( i know, you always here about how great my girls are-but i assure you-they are NOT angels all the time....)

the makers of all those foolish happy meal toys: you are so DUMB! what a waste of money. and serious brain power. i cant believe they actually pay you. you could be doing so much more with all the millions of dollars wasted on the toys thrown the happy meals-that get thrown away. ugh.

to my boyfriend: he-lllooooo. remember me? your girlfriend? the supposed 'girl your gonna marry'? i DO exist. and i DO like to be acknowledged every now and again. sure your 'busy'. we all are. that lame-o excuse only works a few times. think of something better. quick.

credit card companies: F* you. all of you. you need to die.

mother nature: can you please work you magic and send some warm weather? i have my first soccer practice with 8 (whiny) girls on saturday and so far the forecast is calling for 40+ mph winds (eh) and 30ish degree weather. not so fun. how about a little sun-and like maybe 60 degrees? thanks.

sampson: stop peeing on my floor. and stop peeing when i say your name or even touch you. its getting old. real. fast.

God: thanks for gently reminding me to trust you..... sigh.