Thursday, December 29, 2011

The best failure of my life

On this day 15 years ago, a classmate of mine committed suicide. She was a nice girl, quiet, smart, plain. She reminded me of me and I always wanted to be her friend, but I never actually talked to her. She sat behind me in English class, and she was a good writer. I had no idea how similar we really were until the phone call came the next morning. Katie had killed herself, and that same night, my own suicide attempt had failed.

I kept a suicide journal beginning on the night of the 29th, documenting my thoughts over the course of the next three days. There are cut marks on the edge of the notebook where I was testing knives. There is a list of products from the cleaning cabinet that were labeled 'harmful or fatal if swallowed'. I wrote about feeling under pressure and useless, and wished there was someone I could talk to that felt the same way. I recorded some memories from childhood and expressed how I wished I could be a carefree child again. Ultimately, I attempted to hang myself in the basement, but my meager attempt resulted in a slightly red neck and the realization that the crossbeams in our basement ceiling were not high enough. No one in my family was aware of what happened. My journal entries make it clear that I was scared of feeling any pain and scared of failing at suicide. I believe that if I had had access to a handgun, I would not be here today. Katie used a handgun. 15 years ago, I was jealous. Today, I thank my father for not having a handgun in an accessible location.

My suicide journal was found by my sister on January 3rd. I was at my friend Michelle's house when my sister came to the door in complete hysterics. I didn't know it at the time, but that night, my father made five entries of his own in my journal, between 4:15am and 10:30am. He didn't sleep that night. When I first learned of the entries and was able to read them, I remember feeling kind of numb to it. I felt like my father really didn't understand me at all. Each year, December 29th is always a reminder to me of how far I've come from that deep depression 15 years ago, and so tonight I pulled out the journal to read through it. Now, reading his entries from a parent's perspective, my heart aches for him. My eyes get watery thinking of how close he came to losing a child. He writes,

How can a father not know when his child is so deeply troubled that she sees death as the only solution? How can a sister not know when her closest and dearest friend in the world is so close to saying life no longer matters? How can anyone know? 

The truth is, no one really can know. If you're not a person that has suffered this kind of depression or have considered suicide as an option, you can't fathom how anyone could. So don't beat yourself up if you've missed the signs from someone you love. And if you're a person that has suffered, this is me letting you know that I get it, and I'm here if you'd like to talk to someone who gets it.

I'm very happy that the night of December 29th, 1996 ended the way it did for me. Over the past 15 years, I've learned that failure isn't so bad after all. Though, I can't help but remember there's a family who feels very differently about that night, probably wondering what kind of person their daughter and their sister would be today, and for them, I am sad.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Time to get organized!

Managing a household is like any other job - it requires an agenda book to do so effectively. Without one, I frequently forget details, things I meant to do, items at the grocery store, who i was supposed to call, etc. Without something to scribble my random thoughts on, I feel scatterbrained because I can't keep it all in there and in order. I had been searching for a good organizer for 2012 for a few weeks, but nothing suited my needs just right. Business Planners are too, well, businessy. Family Organizers are geared towards moms of kids who are in school, with stickers such as carpool, soccer game, band practice...many of the pages and features are a waste to me. Engagement Planners are best suited for childless women, with stickers such as Date Night, Mani/Pedi, Girls Night. My fruitless search was leaving me very frustrated, until I recalled the fantastic planner my friend Brooke brought to my house a few months ago. After getting the info from her, I ordered my very own. It's called a Life Planner.  It's from


I know, I know, I'm not a Villilo. Jumping the gun? Maybe.
But 'The Family Living in Sin' just doesn't read right.

It's got a double-sided pocket insert, and a zippered pouch
that comes to your doorstep holding personalized gift tags
that look just like the front cover. The inside of the back
cover shows the year-at-a-glance.

This is the week-at-a-glance view, with a sidebar to jot down
weekly goals and to-do. Give this girl a designated space for
a to-do list, and you've made her day.

There are lovely inspirational quotes throughout the book,
with an abundance of lined Notes pages!

Here's the month-at-a-glance

And it's got stickers! Good stickers! Mostly. There are
girly ones that will never apply to me, but there are also
FOUR PAGES of BLANK stickers on which I can write
whatever I want!
 Ahhhhhh, I'm in heaven. Now I can remember all the important things, like to pick up paper towels at the store, or record when I started my last period so I can count days and make sure I'm not cooking baby number two yet.

So, since I included "Product Reviews" in the list of labels, I suppose I should give my review: FREAKING AWESOME.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Why she wears a feeding jacket now

Friday, December 16, 2011

Spreading a little good cheer

A friend of mine posted the following article on facebook, and I had to share. If this doesn't give you a chuckle, there's no hope for you.

Massive Recall of 2011 Version of Babies

Friday, December 9, 2011

I is for...


Hands down, the most irritating thing in all of mommyhood right now is having a toddler attached to my legs. Whining. Pulling at my pants. Whining. Preventing me from moving around as I please. Whining harder if I try to move. I pick her up, only to have her whine and wiggle her way back down, and reattach herself to my legs. Whining. I'm okay with being needed and wanted and not having time to myself, but I do NOT handle clingy very well.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Not the sharpest tool in the shed

You know that game you play with toddlers where you instruct them to point to all the parts on their faces? Well I play it two ways with Addy - I ask her to point to things on my face: "Where's mommy's nose?" - and I ask her to point to things on her face: "Where's Addy's nose?" Here's how that goes...



I don't think she quite gets it.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Yes, we're still alive!

I'm not ignoring you, I promise! Okay...actually I am. I've snapped a lot of photos for Totally Cute Tuesdays, but never remember to bring my camera with me when I sit down at the computer. The office is in BFE, and yes, I am THAT lazy that I don't want to get the camera when it dawns on me that I meant to bring it. Also, there really hasn't been much to write about, nor much time to write it, since naptime is now taken up with my obsession of playing puzzle games on my DS or reading The Hunger Games. (BTW, this is also why no one has received a thank you note pertaining to Addy's birthday).

And speaking of The Hunger Games - have you read it? I was maybe two chapters in, and I turned to my sister and said "I do not think I can read this book. Not after having a baby. I just can't read a story of children forced to fight to the death!" Turns out, I can, and the book is superb. I finished it in two days. I highly recommend it.

So's a somewhat lame pictorial recap of what we've been up to since November hit:

I'm cool going on trips- as long as I've got 3 shakey-musical
toys in my lap and a car tucked behind my head. Ride on mom, ride on.
I eat big girl cereal now! I use all eight of my teefs to chew it!
Birthday balloons still going strong...
...providing hours of solitary entertainment
Now I open cupboards and take things out, but don't worry,
I put them away when I'm all done. I'm a good girl.
Not this cupboard though, I don't put this stuff back.
I spread it all around the house instead. Hehehehe.
Wearin' my fruit pajamas, eatin' my favorite fruits. Life is great!

Friday, November 11, 2011

Someone is ready for winter!

Monday, November 7, 2011

Happy 1st Birthday Addison!!!!

I can't believe my baby is ONE YEAR OLD! Everyone was right, this goes by way too fast. All the eating, pooping, and sleeping she's done over the past year has been a really wonderful ride for me!

I think her birthday party turned out great, especially considering the double-booking fiasco. We ended up having the party at our house, with about 50 people in attendance. Let me just say, standing next to her as we sang Happy Birthday, it was absolutely amazing to see the faces of all those people that love her!!! I have to give a huge shout out to my truly wonderful husband***, Grandpa Rudy, Grandma Susan, and Aunt Steph for helping me pull off this last-minute location change. You all rock and the house never would have been ready without your help! And also, Nana and Aunt Steph were a huge help in cleaning up afterwards! Thank you all!!!!!

I do have a couple of regrets, or rather, feelings of wishing things had been done differently. For starters, after all the packaged gifts were opened, we opted to skip opening the huge stack of cards, assuming no one really wants to sit there and watch cards get opened and read. We both feel REALLY bad about this decision. Cards (each of which contained some sort of monetary gift) are no less of a gift than something wrapped, and we just feel like we slighted all those gracious gift-givers. Secondly, both of us failed to make a pot of coffee. I had an entire station set up for it - on a standalone cart. With cups, and sugar, and creamer, and splenda. The coffeepot still had the remnants of our morning coffee, nice and cold and stale. And at least one person tried to drink it. We're both just terribly embarrassed about that! Lastly, I didn't get any pictures of the cake before it was cut, or the decorations and general party set-up. I'm just a little bummed about that. Nonetheless, I think everyone had a good time, and our house worked just fine for having a party of that size.

Addison was a complete doll the entire day. I don't think she cried or whined a single time during the party. She was being a social butterfly (which is shocking considering her parents totally lack that ability!) We're so fortunate to have so many people that love her and wanted to share in the celebration!

Here's a few shots of the birthday girl's big day:

The invitation. Did I make them? Well of course! It's a
huge perk of owning an invitation design business!
Setting up some food, throwing out some trash.
The aftermath of the cake. I should have asked for light pink
icing instead of hot pink, because this looked like red to me.
Addy playing with a couple other babies.
The beautiful birthday girl and her handsome Papa
Someone likes Kohl's as much as her mother does!
(and also, OMG I love her shoes!)
After the party, she carried this doll around with her
from room to room - so cute.
Super adorable when she tried to lick the cake!
We both knew she wasn't going to spread it all over her face.
She's much too methodical of an eater.

And finally, here is a video of singing Happy Birthday and giving the smash cake to her:

Addison, you have brightened my life and brought me so much joy - there are not enough words to express how deeply I love you and how much you have changed me. I am so excited to see what this next year has in store for us! Happy Birthday kiddo, punkin' pie, peanut, munchkie, munchkers, sweet cheeks, my little chicken, Addy, Addsters, little monster!

***Yes I realize that Matt is not legally my husband, but calling him 'boyfriend' just doesn't do him justice. He plays far too important a role in my life, and my love for him goes far deeper than 'boyfriend' can convey. For all intents and purposes, he is my husband.

Friday, November 4, 2011

H is for...


On Monday, we celebrated Halloween by Trick-or-Treating in Canal Fulton with friends that have a baby nearly the same age as Addison. And the costume for her first Halloween...

...a chicken!
(When she was teeny-tiny, I called her 'my little chicken')

 We had a blast, and I can't wait for next year!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

My week just got busier

Getting a phone call on Wednesday telling me the location I booked for Addison's birthday this Saturday was double booked = not a good thing. I suppose it could be worse...I could have shown up on Saturday with arms full of tablecovers and plates and cake and discovered a room decorated for some other event. At least I've got two days to figure out a backup plan.

Dear Addison,

If your birthday party is a total crapshoot, I'm very sorry.




Dear Guests,

If all of you wonderful people that love my daughter are crammed into a room not suited to hold you all, I'm very sorry. Wear extra deodorant (-;



Friday, October 28, 2011

Give me candy...

or OWL scare you!!!!!! (as her shirt proclaims)

Isn't she darling in this shirt given to her by my bestie? And the saying kind of held true today...only it was "Give me cheerios or I'll refuse to eat!" The peaches sliding down her chin are proof. What you don't see in the picture is her highchair tray filled with the entire tub of peaches that she dumped out. Good thing she's cute.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

To whoever gave me the advice that I will love every phase...

Turns out, you were right! Every phase of having a kid has its challenges and its rewards. And without a doubt, every phase is entertaining at some point (though, those points were few and far between in the first four months!) Of course, I'm only speaking with just under a year's worth of experience...this may not hold true for phases to come.

But this phase right now, can I pretty pretty please bottle it up and keep it??? I just can't get enough of my little baby. Every day is filled with so many smiles and so many laughs. Every day my heart grows bigger with love for her. Every day I look at her in complete amazement at what we created. I love watching the lightbulbs go off in her head when she makes the tiniest of connections, filling in the puzzle pieces of this big huge world around her. And though I complain about it, I love being so important to another human being. 

These are a few of my favorite things:
  • When she sees anyone holding a sock or shoe, she holds her foot up in the air
  • If I sing a song or melody that one of her toys makes, she'll seek out that toy and make the music play
  • She "practices" feeding herself - she'll pick up imaginary pieces of food and put them in her mouth if she's sitting at her highchair with no food
  • She is mostly very agreeable, making it as easy as possible to run errands and get stuff done around the house
  • She's starting to say Hi and giggle when people pass by
  • She's not currently protesting the diaper changing very much
  • She loves to be chased around the house, and squeals with delight if you sneak up on her (the layout of our house makes this really easy to do)
I don't want this phase to ever end, but alas, I know it will. And probably very soon now that she's figuring out how to get places vertically. Miss Independent is on her way!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

She's walking!

Addy took her first steps yesterday! She's been hinting at it for a few weeks, taking one or two brief steps while almost still holding onto something. Each time, she would be very wobbly and the movements were made in the process of her dropping down to the crawling position, so I've been hesitant to label any of that as walking. But yesterday, she stood up straight and let go of her support, steadied herself, slapped a stern look of concentration on her face, and took about seven steps toward me! She did it slowly, balancing herself with each movement. It was so exciting! She had almost reached me when she stumbled and fell forward. We applauded and praised, and she looked at us like, "What? What did I do?" Since this, she's tried walking a few more times, getting three or four steps in before falling.

New goal: capture this on video!

Friday, October 14, 2011

It's like having my own little servant

Since we moved into this house, my shower routine has become securing the baby gate at the top of the stairs and letting Addy have free reign while I get clean. Sometimes she plays quietly in her room, pulling diapers out of the basket one by one or sliding blocks all around the room. Other times she pushes the shower curtain aside and stands at the tub watching me shower, giggling every time she gets sprinkled with water. Occasionally, she pulls off squares of toilet paper and throws them over the side of the tub into the water. But no matter what she decides to do while I'm in there, as soon as I turn off the water and slide the curtain open, she makes her way over to the toilet, grabs my towel, and hands it to me. It could very well be the cutest thing that she does.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Totally Cute Tuesday

OMG she looooooooves the swing! She giggles like it's her job. Well that pretty much is her job, along with eating, pooping, and sleeping (and making my heart melt every chance she gets)

Sunday, October 2, 2011

She has a favorite song

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Why I'm oozing with excitement

We've been living in this house for a month, and each day it becomes more clear just how important it is to have patience when children are in the picture. Normally, upon moving, I would be unpacked, totally situated, and totally decorated within a week. But here we are a month later, and I still  have a room full of decorative items that need hung, I still need to buy and hang curtains for the living room and dining room, our TV needs mounted above the fireplace, we're waiting on our sectional to be delivered...and so on. I have something like 37 half-finished projects waiting on me, and I HATE half-finished projects. I work best when I get into a flow, and I hate getting interrupted. So....enter the need for patience.

The project I have been most eager to complete is our dining room table. We were lucky enough to be given a (gently used) beautiful table free of charge, but I was worried about making it work with my style of decor. Our house is very light and airy, and completely neutral in color, and the dining room flows right off the kitchen...and this table is black. Big and black, with black and white striped chair pads. But since it's such a fabulous table, with seating for six, I decided it was worth the effort to recover the chair pads. Now, I am not exactly Suzy Homemaker, so this task felt a little out of my comfort zone. But, the end result is why I'm oozing with excitement!

Here is the bench before:

and after:

and me getting down and dirty with it:

I chose a tan colored microsuede material from Joanne Fabrics. I needed 3 yards of it, so the total cost was $81.00. Overall, I'm fairly pleased with my handiwork. I would have liked to get the corners a little smoother, but I really did do the best I could. And best of all, not a single undesirable word was uttered the entire time! I actually enjoyed doing it!

You can't see it in the picture very clearly, but I also made the centerpiece. I think I did a very nice job of combining the rich black with the brown and tan colors throughout the dining room and kitchen.

We have decided to use the table without the leaf, and just four chairs, and place the bench on the wall where we enter from the garage. We can keep our shoes under it and put a coat rack next to it. Then, when we have enough people over for dinner that we need six chairs, we'll put the leaf in and pull the bench over. I love the final setup!

I'm sorta sad to see Matt's awesome silver/glass table go - it actually worked rather well in the space! But for now, it's new home will be in Addy's playroom. I'm going to spread out all of my scrapbooking stuff so I can work on her baby scrapbooks as time allows, and when duty calls, I can just leave it spread out and get back to it when possible. Which brings me to my next project...finish at least one scrapbook before her birthday party next month.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

I am (super) woman, hear me roar

Today has been one of those days when everything aligns and I'm able to do something more than entertain a whiny baby - mostly because aforementioned whiny baby was rather self-sufficient this morning, and let me do, well, whatever I wanted to. So here's what I did (all before noon!):

  • Loaded and ran the dishwasher
  • Washed AND put away Addy's laundry (there's usually about a three day gap between these tasks)
  • Swept and mopped the kitchen floor
  • Swiffered and mopped the dining room (I even moved everything out of the room, including the table!)
  • Assembled a bar stool
  • Assembled a highchair (After watching me do it, if Addy's first word isn't 'fuck', I'll be surprised)
  • Took a shower (on most days, even that doesn't happen before noon)
  • Caulked the dining room windows
  • Wiped down the upstairs bathroom fixtures
  • Painted most of the asbestos tape in the basement (this has to be done before the air ducts get cleaned tomorrow, otherwise nasty asbestos will be vibrated into our airflow, and that is unacceptable for my little baby's lungs)
  • Came face to face with a rather large toad. He looked like a bully. I left the room.
Yes, friends, today I feel like Superwoman. And might I add, Addison only took a 30 minute nap, and I still managed to do all this. What a great, fulfilling day!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Totally Cute Tuesday

This penguin sings and dances, and Addy was dancing along! (Sorry, didn't have the video camera nearby to capture it!)

Monday, September 19, 2011

A nice surprise

This morning when I opened my eyes and registered what day it was, I thought, 19 years ago, I was sleeping on the floor of my room in my Pound Puppies sleeping bag, and I awoke to my dad and my sister standing in my doorway...and I already knew why.

They were there to tell me that mom had died during the night. I took one look at their faces, and I nodded my head. Dad said softly, "She's gone." His nostrils were flared and his cheeks were red - the telltale signs that he was fighting back tears.

I didn't feel any sadness, as she had been sick for two years. I didn't feel pain, as I knew she was no longer suffering. After the undertaker visited and they took her body, we spent the afternoon cleaning out the den, a 9x10 room at the far end of the house that she had secluded herself in for the final few months. In the background, Ray Boltz played, with the song 'Thank You' on repeat*. That afternoon is my most vivid memory of the days to follow.

It's amazing how fast the past 19 years have gone. It's amazing all the changes that have taken place in her absence. Now that I'm a mom, I'm sad that she wasn't here to see it all happening.

This afternoon, a beautiful vase of flowers was delivered to me from my sister. The card read: 
It's hard to believe it's been 19 years. Mom would be so proud of the person and mother you've, Steph.

Mom would also be very proud of the kind of person that Stephanie is, and the "mother" that she's been to me.

* I had to Google the few lyrics that I remembered of the song to find the artist's name. I decided to click on the You Tube link and listen to the song...I'm now totally drenched in my tears. It's unbelievable the memories that can be unlocked simply by listening to a song.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Top 5 things I love about this house

1. The View. I feel like I'm on vacation when I'm sitting here drinking my coffee.

2. The fireplace. I'm super stoked to have a real, live, woodburning fireplace. And it's pretty to boot!

3. Addy's playroom. Who wouldn't love an entire room to put all those large and unsightly toys in??

4. The guest bedroom. Who wants to spend the night? The bed is ready!!!

5. The kitchen. Sure, there is something wrong with just about every part of this kitchen - every appliance has an issue, the cabinets have some defects, the island countertop was very poorly constructed, two of the wall outlets are without power, the sink has drainage problems, there's some random guy's ass hanging out my fridge...whatever, I'm still in love.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

G is for...


In the 10 years I have worked for The Home Depot, I've built relationships with lots of different people. I've met many people that I would call acquaintances, I have a group of people that I talk to on a regular basis when at work, and I've even met who I would consider to be my best girlfriend at this stage of my life. All in all, The Home Depot has given me an extended family - people that I enjoy interacting with and hope to keep in contact with as the years go by.

It wasn't until I was pregnant that I realized just how awesome this extended family is and just how much they care about me as well. About a month before Addy was born, a small group of women threw a baby shower for me, with about 15 guests from work. These ladies did it all, from the invitations to the food and games - and it was a wonderful party. I felt so honored and blessed to have my work family spending their time and energy to make me feel special. And it doesn't stop there. All in all, 29 coworkers pitched in to surprise me with a crapload of gifts. No seriously, a CRAPLOAD. In addition to tons of diapers and clothes, a noise machine, a bathtub kneeler, a co-sleeper baby bed, the Baby Einstein activity jumper, and more and more and more, they also gifted me the wonderful rocking chair shown below, which was part of Addy's bedroom furniture ensemble. They had it set up in the room as if it were just another chair for a guest, and I was totally surprised!
Opening the activity jumper, sitting in the most
wonderful rocking chair

And here are some other random pics of the party...

Delicious cake - the bottom of the booties
have lines to write the baby's birth stats

Funniest party moment ever: Opening a box containing
three condoms, with a card that says "Wrap it up, yo!"

Playing "Guess how big her belly is". Kevin guessed
almost exactly right!
My bestie hand made matching hats for me and baby!
My bestie - a great coworker and the most generous friend
I've ever had. She's responsible for most of the toys Addy
 plays with, for numerous baby gadgets that help me cope,
and for always being there when a friend is needed.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Totally Cute Tuesday: Cat Edition

I think they like it here.

Update and Rant

Okay...I'm back. I know you missed me. We got the house! And we're moved in! And my computer is finally hooked up to the internet again, so hello blog world! There's my update - here's my rant:

We went to the grocery store Monday morning because I was just about ready to eat the newspaper that we packed our breakables in. It had rained most of the morning, but at the moment we pulled into the parking lot, it was not raining. It was maybe kind of misty, damp feeling in the air, but definitely not raining. As Matt was getting Addy out of the car, a woman from across the parking lot nastily yelled, in reference to the shield on the carseat that was not pulled open, "Put the thing up, it's raining!" Now, if you know me, I am not one for confrontation. In fact, I will do just about anything to avoid confrontation, especially if someone has made me feel stupid. But this time? I said, "Well, it's not actually raining right now. And also, I really don't think she's going to crumble if she gets a little water on her." Okay, I said it pretty quietly, and she most likely did not hear me, but still. I may suck at standing up for myself, but you better believe I wont hesitate to stand up for my daughter.

As I type this story, my blood pressure is steadily rising. This woman's comment and demeanor pissed me off to the core. I felt as if she was summing up my mothering skills in her two-second view into my world. How dare she pass judgement on me? From across the parking lot. Before Matt even had Addy propped in the shopping cart. But more importantly, how dare I allow her to make me doubt my mothering skills for even a second. I keep defending myself in my head, and I keep joking about it with Matt because that's my defense mechanism, but really, she's just a damn idiot. If not pulling the shield up before exiting the car when there's a little mist in the air is the worst thing I do, I'm a damn good mother. Actually, you know what bitch, I'm a damn good mother no matter what. Oh, by the way, why aren't you holding an umbrella? It's raining, you know.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

F is for...


Today is August 23rd, the day we were supposed to close on our house. But today? We don't even have loan approval yet. There's no telling when we're going to get loan approval, which means there is no telling what day we will actually close. That means that I can't hire movers, I can't set up utilities, and the vacation time that Matt and I both took this week is completely wasted. And. If we don't get loan approval in the next couple days, we will be homeless on September 1st. No really, I'm not joking. Okay, yes, I'm sure someone in our family would take us in, but seriously, we wont have a home. We have to be out of this duplex on September 1st, no exception.
I'm not going to go into the whole story, all I can say is that I know we will be approved, but because of a couple of issues along the way (read: I should have submitted my self-employment income from previous 2 years but didn't think it factored in since I'm no longer self-employed, but I was wrong), that answer has become incredibly delayed (how's that for a run-on sentence!) So once they factored it in, we were over the income limit for the loan we were going for. And the next loan, well it requires a higher credit score. And guess what? We miss the mark by ONE point. One. Uno. Singular. So over two weeks ago, we did what we were told to do to supposedly raise the score by about 19 points. What we're waiting on now is for all three credit bureaus to manually recompute the score...and they've been working on that for 9 business days now. Come on people! Ooops, I guess I pretty much told the whole story anyway...

So yeah, I'm freaking out, to say the least. I'm a nervous wreck, and a total bitch. I'm mostly taking it out on the cat. (Don't worry, I'm not abusing her or anything, just being bitchy). She's a bitch most of the time, so I figure she has it coming. Call it payback for what she did to Addy.

Monday, August 22, 2011

E is for...