I don't want kids until I go on many many vacations
that I wouldn't be able to take if I had snotty nosed
back talking little shiz heads running around.
(kinda looks like Derrick huh?!)
I'm just trying to be real. Don't give me your judgemental critical crap about how I'm being selfish & about how children are the greatest blessing that you will ever experience in this lifetime.
Until I have my own kids
I won't believe you, so you can shut it.
Because I've seen it all. There are 5 kids in my family. I'm surprised we are all still alive.
I've also been to Wal-Mart and sacrament meeting & I believe those two environments are about the best birth control available.
Better than the pill by far. I have to remember to take a pill.
It takes a lot to forget scenes of mothers who have become deaf
to the screams of their own children.
Mothers with perma smiles plastered
on their paint canvas faces,
the dark circles under their eyes so caked
in makeup that you need a putty knife scrape it all off.
All for the sake of "being perfect"
and fitting in at church.
Mothers who eventually lose it because they just found out their eldest is in jail, the middle just caught her and the hubs doing the hibbidy dibbity, and their youngest just spewed red Kool-Aid and cheerios on the new carpet!
(After this post I will miraculously become big with child because of my blasphemy toward the mother/child relationship.)
So anyway I would like to one day take a
long road trip up and down the west coast.
And when I get to Washington
this is where I'm staying.
Treehouse Point! It's a little bed and breakfast. Imagine... Swaying in a treehouse suspended over a rushing river in the middle of a forest during a massive thunderstorm.
I know it sounds crazy, but at least it would be fun.
Maybe one day when I've completely lost it sqeezing something the size of a grapefruit out of my nostril will appeal to me as much as my cute litte treehouse vacation.
I needed to take a step back, examine my life and my
priorities and decide if blogging truly has a place in my life.
I just got sick of it.
I know. I'm a rebel freak.
I haven't even seen New Moon yet.
(Can you even imagine???!!)
The last few weeks at work have been unbearably
boring, so I'm back on the wagon.
A smidgen of my wasted time will be devoted
to blogging every once in a while, and
what better way to do that than
by journaling for the world to see?
Increasing my spiritual knowledge makes me yawn.
Overacheiving and asking for more work is for butt kissers.
I've already printed out every recipe known to man.
If you refer to the post below I can only handle
Facebook for so long...
I can't read books because I don't "look" busy.
I'm done with my work in about 2 hours
& I'm here for 9.
Therefore, I shall blog.
Go ahead and pay me for that, SUCKERS!
Today I will perform an act of service & post a recipe.
Slow Cooker Chicken and Dumplings
Not that good looking, but delicious. Like a teenager with a hilarious personality, but a gross zitty face.
You can get past it.
Ingredients 4 Boneless Skinless Chicken Breast Halves 2 Tablespoons Butter 2 (10.75 oz) Cans Cream of Chicken Soup 3/4 can of Chicken Broth 1 Onion Finely Diced 1 (10 oz Package Refrigerated Biscuit Dough torn into pieces 1 tsp Cumin 1 tsp Poultry Seasoning 1/2 tsp Pepper 2 tsp Parsley
Directions 1. Place chicken, butter, cream of chicken soup, and onion in a slow cooker and pour chicken broth on the top. 2. Cover and cook for 6 hours on high. About 2 hours before serving, place the torn biscuit dough in the slow cooker.
Serve with cooked veggies. Corn, carrots, broccoli, peas. Just whatever gets you excited.