As the wise Chumbawamba once said, “I get knocked down, but I get up again. You are never gonna keep me down.” Hey self, if you can’t handle me at my Chumba, you don’t deserve me at my wamba.
My first child was unplanned. The irony in that is that she herself had unplanned babies 2 months into bringing her home. For those of you who don’t know me personally, I didn’t have a human baby that had 2 more human babies at 2 months of age. I’m clearly talking about my poodle, and yes, of course I consider her my child. Those of you who say dog moms need to stop, well so do you!
#9. I’m midwestern AF. I grew up in St. Louis, went to highschool and college in Minnesota and moved to Chicago 4 years ago. My favorite pastime is eating. Ranch dressing is my ketchup. I apologize for everything. I wait in line just like I’m supposed to and am polite to strangers. I have a real weakness for cookies and bars, hotdish, and pretty much anything on a stick, but even so, don’t have the capacity to commit the midwestern cardinal sin – I will never take the last serving.
Much like my refrigerator has nothing to eat, my closet has nothing to wear. This may partially be due to the fact that I’m far too lazy to ever get my clean clothes to the point of hanging in my closet, but still, NOTHING. I remember a time in high school when I went shopping with