Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The pic says it all..

Kinda my motto. That, and I'm draggin ass getting my day started.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

You A-Holes Asked for It...

So, some of you have asked about the apparent "bars in my shoes" that I had to wear when I was a baby. Well, I couldn't really remember because, um, I was a baby. So I emailed my dad and asked him to tell me the story. So, in his own words, here you go....

Question to my dad: Ok, please tell me the story about my baby shoes and the bars in them. I can't remember and now that you've put it out there in Brandyland, everyone is askin 'bout them.

Please, enlighten me...

Reply from the King Smart-Ass himself: My pleasure,
you had very large feet that pointed out like clown shoes, (no pun intended), so we took you to the doc at Kaiser. He said to take you to a specialist and long story short, the doc made a pair of baby shoes that had a metal bar attached on the soles to keep your very large feet pointing forward like normal feet. You would scream and cry, then try to crawl and it really looked funny. I would put your shoes on just for amusement when I got bored. We finally said this is BS and threw them away. That's probably why you don't like to wear shoes to this day. But people, if you thought her feet were very large then, you should see those suckers now. It takes almost a whole cow just to make one shoe and Brandy, you need to stop wearing flip flops (sleeeeepas) you're creating a rubber shortage.
Love ya,

I would be offended if I wasn't crying with laughter right now. This, I'm sure is true, because shit like that happened ALL THE TIME when I was little. I remember one time my dad was making fun of me because I might've worn my shorts up around my neck. He made me pull them down beneath my belly button and then drew two eyes, my belly button for a nose, and a mouth and forced me to walk around outside. Nice huh?

Sunday, June 21, 2009

So I made my first scratch cake yesterday...

I'm not really sure if it was a hit or not??

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

God Speed Little Buddy

My beloved has gone away. Hopefully for only a short while. For you see, my Wii has taken ill and had to go in for repairs. Even worse than my precious sitting lifeless on my entertainment center is the fact that my Guitar Hero III disc is stuck inside of him. WHY ROCK GODS, WHY??
Lets all have a moment of silence and hope that he comes back to momma soon. I'm already missing The Seeker, 3's and 7's, Story of My Life, Miss Murder, well you get the gist right?

Monday, June 8, 2009

Free at last, free at last...

Ah, summer vacation! I may not get them anymore, but I can sure as hell live vicariously through my children. The best part, wait, the second best part of summer vacation is not having to drop the kids off (no, not "drop the kids off" as in dropping a deux). I can just get up and go to work. YAY ME!! But, the first best part about summer vacation, (and this summer vacay in partic) is that my sentence of PTC Treasurer is O-V-E-R!! Can I get a holla?? I gotta tell ya, the PTC (that's Parent Teacher Club for those of ya wonderin) was a drama filled year of "WTF's" and "No you di'ints"!

Piece of advice from ol' Aunt B: If you are a mother, prospective mother, friend of a mother, mother of a mother or a mother lover and you or someone you love gets asked to join the PTC, PTA, PTO or whatever the eff they call it at your kids school...RUN. RUN FAR, FAR AWAY! FAST! DON'T DO IT. I'M SERIOUS.

Ok, I feel much better getting that off my chest.