When I log into my AOL instant messenger AOL pops up in my browser, and out of curiosities sake I always browse their “news” and one thing in particular made my eyebrow raise and tilt my head like what?

However, they do not mention purses in the article, I checked. I would like to know, who the heck rents a purse? A purse is a womans little sanctuary, we put our crap in their, and last I checked I don’t want to know what other women put in their purses, or spilled on them, or in them, or if their baby threw up in their purse. There are some things you just don’t rent, people. Also, anyone who rents to own or whatever is totally wasting money in the long run. Needs come before wants and wants should be saved up for. If I ever walk into a Rent-A-Center I want you to punch me in the face. I mean it, punch me square in the face. One summer I saved my tips to get John a mini fridge for soda and beer and whatnot. That felt great, so great, that I saved up to be able to buy something my husband wanted. Now, I understand sometimes people are in a tight spot and taking the rent-an-appliance deal has been done because sometimes we get in a bind. I really just think that it should be things that are necessary, like a fridge and other top priority appliances in the house. That huge ass theater size television and surround sound system? You could probably wait on, and that is totally a blow at an old neighbor of mine who supposably couldn’t afford a babysitter but could totally make my walls shake at 4 fucking a.m with her gigantic television that rent-a-center delivered. Thanks, lady.

In that article, I do totally agree with the renting a steam cleaner. Here, you can rent one at Kroger’s for 25 bucks or so and keep it for 24 hours, clean your house with a nice rug doctor and return it. However, John and I have been using his parents since they… don’t really have any carpet in their house anymore, lol. One day, ONE DAY… I will have hardwood floors! Just not bamboo, I love you sis – I so can’t wait for you to have kids and then realize all their toys will totally dent up that floor of yours! Your OCD will be going through the roof. I so can’t wait! <3

Anyways – who the heck rents a purse ?!!

I was going to post first about the end of our trip to Chicago, but this seems to have distracted that post… which I promise will come.

Anyways, Miley Cyrus’s little sisters who is nine years old is launching  a lingerie collection for little girls her age. Excuse me?

I don’t know about you, but I don’t think we need to make our young girls get skimpier than they already are in junior high and high school.

I’m a mother of a little boy but that doesn’t mean I don’t know the dangers there are for little girls in the world as all. Yes, lets dress our little ones up in skimpy lingerie for ‘Ohh! La, La! Couture’. and give the child molesters more reason to be looking at our children.

Apparently not all parents think about the consequences of letting their kids do whatever they want and wear next to nothing… ugh. I’m so pissed off at this. I’m hoping someone, somewhere, sees the dangers in this and how inappropriate it is for a 9 year old to even think about lingerie, let alone their own line of it. Why can’t kids just be kids? You’re going to grow up soon enough kids, enjoy this when you can.

I think I’m just too dumbfounded and sickened by this to really express myself. Noah Cyrus, stop trying to grow up so fast… enjoy being a kid and going to school and playing with friends. That’s what 9 year olds do. You don’t even have your period yet. I can only imagine how teenage years are going to go with her.

Today was the main day here in Illinois with John’s mothers family. We woke up, well… they all woke up and then I reluctantly pulled the covers off my head and crawled my way into the shower after being up til almost 3 am working on algebra and management homework wanting to rip my hair out of my scalp and cry a little. Okay, cry a lot.

They all had breakfast while I hid under the covers and tried to ignore the fact that minutes went by as I slept and every little noise indicating they were getting ready meant nothing to the migraine I had and the much needed sleep I was getting. However, I finally got up and showered and got my butt in gear, with a brief pause when one of their four cats came in the room RIGHT as I was about to turn on the blow dryer and I was afraid of scaring him and it was like a show down between me and Eeyore (thats for real his name, I promise I’m not insane.) who wasn’t sure if he wanted to come to me but wanted to know what the heck I was doing in Josh’s room & why was I here and when will I get my house back and this person with the noisy child leave already? Apparently not every cat is like ours at home who are used to the abuse of a loud child who likes to roll on them and beat them with sticks, just saying.

Reluctantly, whining in my head and groaning in protest we packed into the car to drive about an hour and a half to… John’s cousins basketball game… Flyers… something Flyers. They won the game, I’m not very sports savvy but I understand the score board and that the time at the beginning is only the count down until half time then the clock starts again then it’s over. Though, I only know that much from when I was a child and I was forced to suffer through my sisters high school basketball games where she sat on the bench and I, being 7 years younger than her, could care less than to sit in a gym full of people yelling about defense and fouls and whatever. Though, I would take that over the insufferable football games that they forced me to freeze my ass off for because we had to watch sis in the marching band every freakin’ home game.  (I love you sis, totally.) I will admit it was a good game, and I actually paid attention. John’s cousin Jenny is a pretty good player, seemed like the girls on the other team were crowding her on purpose. So, woohoo Jenny.

After the game John & I basically jumped in his other Aunts car and drove with her to keep her company, she didn’t buy the “the suburban is full” line we gave her, dammit. So we drove, we got lost, we kept missing turns because we were yackin’ up a storm. Stopped at wal-mart so she could get something for Dean with us.

The evening was most of the family & pizza and our last “Christmas” Yes, I told you we are all mad here, but you didn’t believe me, did you?

So, finally, Christmas is over for us. It’s only January 30th that we’re having this last one.

Tomorrow we will head home and probably crash in our bed and cuddle with our own cats and settle the spoiled to death child down from his sugar high weekend full of candy, toys, soda, pizza, and nonstop moving and crazy aunts who play dodge ball in the house with him.

Pfft. You guys thought I was insane. Goodbye Christmas, hello Valentines… which will be very cheap this year. I’m thinking dinner & a movie at home. Sounds fantastic to me. I’m tired of winter, spring… come home to me. I miss you spring. The first day I smell that spring smell is always the best day of the year. I want to bottle that smell. Mother Earth, please stop messing with my head. I don’t like it.

Goodnight, internet. Enjoy your tea and cakes… beware of caterpillars.

We’re leaving for Chicago for John’s mother’s side of the family to visit for the weekend. Did that sentence even make sense? I don’t know. It’s 2 a.m. and as per usual when we’re going on a trip I’m doing a deep clean in the house because I can’t sleep so I felt the need to reorganize the bathroom and find cute things to separate lotions from sprays etc. etc.

First thing in the morning John, his mother, and Dean are going to go get some wood to finish Dean’s bed which we’re pretty much rebuilding the underneath, it used to be Johns bed as a kid. Dean says he does not want a race car bed anymore, he wants a big boy bed. When he saw the frame and box spring he told me “This bed works”. He doesn’t at all have a mind of his own, nope nope.

We’re saying we’re leaving at 3, but we’re really shooting for noon, it all depends on my father in law’s work and when he gets things done or if he decides to do some of it in the car on the way.

We’ll be staying with John’s aunt Steph as we usually do, I think we might go see a cousins basketball game – not sure.

I’m just hoping Dean handles this one better than he did last road trip back and forth from there.

I should try to sleep, I’ll take the netbook with me and write a bit while I’m gone.

Have a great weekend, internet!

Those of you who know me know that I’ve always had this giant fear of driving up until this last summer when John & I finally decided to work on one of my many fears (you know, the dark, spiders, his family cottage, etc. etc.) and put me, Megan, Miss I hit a tree the one time I attempted to drive John’s neon, behind the wheel of our 2007 Dodge Caliber stick shift car.

I’ve taken to stick pretty well, actually. I now enjoy being behind the wheel. However those first few attempts at driving on the open road while shifting and all that other manual crap scared me to death, I thought I was going to get us killed. The only cars I’ve driven are ours, and my mothers beast of a Buick LeSabre Limited Edition 2000 that I still cannot turn without going too wide because it’s a freakin’ tank.

Today, I got to drive John’s mothers suburban. They’ve all feared letting me drive it, because it’s giant and can pretty much kill anything in it’s way. I learned something today. I love that suburban. Isn’t that how it always goes? The short tiny chick always loves the big giant car that can mow everything over? We’re small people, it’s awesome to actually be bigger than everyone and my god was it thrilling. I took it on route 2 to take it back to Sandy’s because we’ve learned sometimes it’s just faster than going through town to get on 2. My turns were great in that car. Fantastic, at that.

Big cars for the win.

Not that I don’t love our little dodge, but my god I want a huge car. Watch out world.

I recently received cupcakes from my dear friend James, who helps me not screw up this website… and my god, eating just one makes your heart feel like it’s going to explode.

They’re so damn delicious but rich and heavy. I’ve never had a heavy cupcake before, but I mean these are *heavy*. If anyone can eat more than one of these at a time you’re my hero, because they are just so delicious and wonderful but they’re pretty much a heart attack in a cute little delicious package.

Georgetown Cupcakes, you are the official death by chocolate. At least, for those of us willing to eat more than one at a time. Holy crap.

Also, if you choose to order them please remember that they do not use preservatives so they wont last forever… which is just another way to give you that lovely stroke you were working for, right?

But my god, I think I’d recommend tasting these cupcakes at least once in your lifetime to anyone. Mmm.

I’m going to go give myself a heart attack now, it’s so worth it.

Because he needs to be able to keep track.

This post is meaningless to everyone else.

Rofl.

I made this widget at MyFlashFetish.com.

He linked me to a blog post to amuse me, I wanted to share it with everyone else. If you make it through the whole thing I might give you a cookie.

Thank you, Chris for once again linking me to something that makes me wonder how the heck you find this crap online.

I keep going back to The Bloggess’s entry on Sunday, it hits home in ways I cannot explain here, and no, not myself. I only suffer from anxiety issues ;]

However, it’s sad but it’s hopeful. I hope her friend can overcome his depression and find joy in life like someone I know.

The other thing I think about at times is underlying health problems can lead to depression and a number of other things that a lot of us suffer from today. I’ve seen a change in this loved one after discovering a health issue later down the line, and having it repaired… theres a light behind the eyes that wasn’t there before, color in the skin that glows, happiness. That gives me hope for others. I do not believe health is the only reason depression is caused, no. Except that all possibilities should be looked for before drowning a person in more medication than they can possibly handle.

Everyone deserves happiness in life. Everyone.

Jenny, if you read this – I truly hope your email to your friend touches him and that he may one day find peace in his soul. Also, you deserve some peace in your soul… and if you ever tried that crap you’d have a lot of angry people because the world wouldn’t be as wonderful without you and your satire blogs & totally better than Dr. Phil advice column. Dr Phil could learn a thing or two from you.

I’m totally serious, but on a side note it’s this whole perfect brownie pan. So, you get all brownies with… all edges? Who the heck ever takes the edge pieces? I don’t know about you but I cut around the edges, I love the soft center of a pan of brownies, not the harder edges. We’re… encouraging horrid brownies? There’s a lot of things in infomercials that make you think “Ohh, that could really be beneficial…” But in all reality you just spent 25 dollars for a magic bullet when you already have a blender and perfectly good cups you can just pour your shakes into. Also you already have a thing to chop up veggies and cheese and all that jazz… but THAT MAGIC BULLET HAS ITS OWN SPECIAL CUPS AND LIDS! Poor blenders. I like my blender. Though, the last time John pulled out the blender I came running down the stairs like I was on fire and the first words out of my  mouth were “margaritas !?” and then I got upset he was making daiquiri’s and they were peach. Ass. I don’t like peaches much, and I certainly prefer tequila over vodka. Gosh. But I had one anyways, just to make him happy. However he was too busy shaking his head because I never run that fast, so the fact I ran for margaritas is insane to him. Obviously he doesn’t appreciate the beauty of tequila. Men, I swear.

Dammit! I got off topic. For those of you who are like me and are up to ungodly hours because we’re insomniacs that can’t sleep… we have all seen our fair share of late night commercials where you think wow, look at that hair product and those curls on that woman, and how it straightens that persons hair. Wooow. Next day: Reality hits you that you already have already have a pretty awesome hair straightener, and even a decent curling iron and probably a fabulous hair dresser, stop letting late night television rule your brain! Crap.

I like my Cricket Tourmaline straightener Erin was able to get her hands on for me, I don’t need anything else.

I am totally a sucker for thinking oh my god that looks awesome and having John want to smack me upside the head and tell me to watch Roseann, because that’s more productive then getting sucked into infomercials, and I have to agree, Darlene is awesome. I probably shouldn’t be allowed to watch any late night T.V.