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I’m still homeless. I’ve been staying at my mom’s house which is only three blocks away from my house, so it’s nice to drive over really quick if I need something. My new floor is almost done and I should hopefully be in there in the next couple days.

I got my surgery date today. I go in for diagnostic surgery three days before my dad’s wedding. Hopefully they don’t find something major that would make me miss it.

I also have my biopsy thing next week and I can’t wait to get that over with!

In the meantime, I’m freezing my ass off in my mom’s house because they are freakish and like it when the house feels like the Arctic. Can’t wait to get home and turn on my furnace.

Right now I’m digging this song, Mr Therapy Man by Justin Nozuka. Sounds amazing on a kickass stereo. That boy can sing!

See that little orange/red/yellow marble looking thingy beside each blog post title?

I made that in Fireworks! All by my lonesome!! I’m proud of myself cause I can barely turn the TV on most days.

UPDATE: You know what I just noticed? That little orange/red/yellow marble looking thingy doesn’t show up in individual post pages. It only shows up at the main blog page. Bummer.

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Last night I was in so much pain that I probably should have gone to the emergency room. I took two Tylenol #2’s but they didn’t work at all. After a few hours it was tolerable enough that I could sorta go to sleep, but I’m still feeling it pretty bad today.

Anyway, the whole point of this - It was so bad that my boyfriend asked if I should go to the hospital. I was thinking yes, but I said no because we were watching a movie and I really wanted to see the end of it. How lame is that?

There were a few points where I got so dizzy from the pain that I almost passed out, but I didn’t say anything cause I really wanted to see that stupid show. I think there’s something wrong with me. Psychologically I mean.

The physically wrong with me part is still a mystery (my doc things it might be endometriosis), but I’m seeing a specialist in July so hopefully I won’t be annoying people with my whining for too much longer. The good side of all of this is I’m nauseous all the time and I can’t eat as much so I’ve lost a few pounds

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I discovered this site (http://www.toptut.com/) yesterday when I was searching for a new Wordpress theme for this blog.

I love her style of writing and I LOVE her designs. They’re beautiful and quirky and really unique (kinda like how I wish I was) so if you’re looking for a theme for your wordpress blog, definitely check it out!

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My grandma is giving me a spare washer and dryer set that she just happens to have laying around.

My washing machine has been out of commission for quite awhile now and my dryer is a piece of shit that chooses to only work when it feels like it. I’ve been driving my dirty laundry over to my mom’s house but that’s a pain in the ass because her house is not ideal for my chaotic son to run around in, and I just play games the entire time while I’m there instead of working.

So if I can have a working washer and dryer in my own house again, it only stands to reason that I’ll get more work done right? I’ll save gas too so I’m doing the environment a favour cause I’m so nice.

I’m so angry right now I’m shaking, and what better place to vent than your own blog?

Recently my landlords decided to put the duplex I’m living in up for sale. That news was disturbing because I have no idea if I’ll be able to continue to live here once it sells or if I’ll be kicked out. There’s nothing I can do about that however, so I’m trying not to worry about it.

What I’m worried about now though is the constant invasion of my privacy since people are always coming and going to look at the place.

Just this morning (11:00 a.m.) on a Sunday, I had five people barge in unannounced while I’m sitting here in my pajamas and pink socks with hearts on them. They knocked, didn’t even wait for me to open the door, and walked right in.

I was up late, I hadn’t showered or dressed (and I’m looking like a trannylicious mess!), my kids and I were eating breakfast, and there was shit all over the place because after coming home late last night I didn’t feel like cleaning up toys and dirty dishes.

As I’m trying to pick my crap up while they saunter through the house, I forget that I have my clothes from last night laying on the floor in my bedroom and a basket of dirty laundry in the corner. Both piles of clothes happen to have my dirty gitch laying right on top. At least there are no shit stains, but still! I even heard one of the ladies say “awkward”.

When they first came in, they mentioned that they had an appointment and that the real estate agent had made an appointment with me. I said “NO she didn’t!” but they insisted she had called. After they left, I checked my phone and sure as shit, she DID NOT CALL or leave a message. However, I just asked my neighbour who lives in the other side of the duplex and she did get a call. So why didn’t I? Piss me off!

It’s bad enough having people coming through your house all the time when they do have appointments, but I hate worrying if someone is going to show up unexpectedly. I hate not being able to relax in my own home. Even if I do get kicked out, I hope the damn place sells soon so I can focus on worrying about other more important negative things.

(Warning: This post is gross!)

Being hung over and having two sick kids is not fun.

Getting home at four in the morning is not something I’ve done in many years. Going out to the bar and dancing is also not something I’ve done in many years. I’m sure any other 24 year olds will think I’m a loser, but I don’t care. I like to stay in and curl up on the couch with a movie, a good book, or my PS2 (yeah I know I’m way behind the times).

Anyway, after arriving home at 4 a.m., I only got a couple hours of sleep until the kids woke up.

I’m not sure how I managed to drag my hungover ass out of bed, but I did. And I was greeted by two very poopy diapers. I won’t go into too many details, except for the fact that I had to clean it off the floor about three times before we even ate lunch.

After we ate, I was getting the kids ready for their nap and I was thinking things were going too smoothly when suddenly Morgan crapped all over the floor in her bedroom. It looked like someone spilled an extra large chocolate milkshake all over the floor.

That’s about the point that I had a mini-nervous breakdown. I had to call my mom and complain and feel sorry for myself until I calmed down. Then I got to work scrubbing the poop out of the floor yet again.

I know I should be enjoying my kids at this age, but I really can’t wait until they can both clean up their own crap!

I think I should change the name of this blog to poop.com. That would be more relevant.

My life has been nothing but puke and poop these past few days. My kids by the way, not me!

They both have had the flu and with that of course comes the vomiting and diarrhea. Ahh, the joys of being a single mother! Cleaning up puke from the supper table, cleaning up puke off the bathroom floor, cleaning up puke from the beds, the carpet and off hands, faces and feet. Washing every article of clothing and every blanket and pillowcase. Changing dirty diapers every twenty minutes because the runs just never stop!