Tired + Hungry = Cranky-me :(

Tired tired tired.  That's probably the one thing that truly defines me, as I creep into the "tween" stage of adulthood (LOL) Being an older (gasp) mom, I find that having younger children makes it even more difficult to sleep.  My 3.5 year old has taken to what might be night-terrors recently. For the uninitiated person/parent, she seems to wake up screaming/yelling/crying.  You can do NOTHING to calm her down.  This child yells at her brother (whose room she is SLEEPING IN since her highness refuses to sleep in her own pink/princessy bedroom).  Last night she was yelling about her brother taking her juice...the night before that it was because he was grabbing her shoes. 

But life goes on right? Her inability to sleep peacefully therefore screws with my ability to sleep at.all...i lay in bed, falling asleep but not really asleep b/c I am waiting...waiting...waiting for the inevitable screech and the accompanying groan of the older child "mom, she's doing it again" and my resultant trek to the boy's room to comfort his sister who refuses.to.sleep.in.her.own.room......


So that explains tired.  Hungry is explained simply by it is about 12:15 in the afternoon and I haven't eaten since breakfast LOL....at least I can take care of hungry rather simply.  :) 

Happy Monday all, last Monday in September.

Rant-comendation: 360° mirrors (mean-ness abounds)

/begin rant.  soooo, a friend of mine posted a link to an interesting article about Old City in Philadelphia Magazine http://www.phillymag.com/articles/what_the_hell_happened_to_old_city/  The article is completely on-point and full of some ridiculously amazing information, dialogue, monologues and on and on.  My jaw hit the ground though when I was perusing the accompanying photos.  Imagine my confusion when gandering at the debacle(s) front and center in this photograph.
If you don't know which part of the shot I am referring to, think "big girl in a tiny open-backed too short dress" sung to the tune of the "fat guy in a little coat" song from Tommy Boy.  Really, Miss permed up hair, blue too tight/short/whatever dress?  Did you not review your attire before you left your home or was this outfit put together purposefully?  Maybe there's a market out there for shrek in an open-backed minidress?  I don't know.  It makes me want to be extra careful about ensuring my outfit and my hair looks ok both coming AND going.  From the front these girls might be A-Maaaazing...but from the back, not so much.

Before we start berating ME for my comments, truly, I am a large woman. I am not a small-ish woman who pretends she's large to get away with blogging whatever she wants about fatties.  I am a truly plus-sized middle aged woman, and while I think everyone is entitled to dress how they wish to, they also have to figure that others will point and laugh or at least rant about them in some fashion somewhere in the social media soup that flies around from the fingertips of so many!  /end rant

Driving while cranky

should probably not be allowed.  There are times when I am sure that I would be a menace behind the wheel if it weren't for the simple fact I don't want to pay for an intentional accident LOL.  I mean, really?  There's a need to come up from behind, driving so close your car could kiss my bumper, and then speed around me only to slow the eff down?  Who does that?  In a world where I had a limitless supply of the almighty $, I would drive myself right into the back of that car, just enough to crumple it, but not enough to hurt anyone.

That's why i shouldn't be allowed to drive while cranky.

Just craptastic!

I like words that make me laugh.  Craptastic is one such word.  Ass knob/Ass hat/any object that doesn't belong along with Ass is guaranteed to get me to snicker....so i like that.

It is Friday, a bit overcast, but a lovely afternoon.  I can hear the birds chirping outside my window and the random cat-fight (between some almost certainly humans) outside.  Garage doors go up and down, over.and.over.and.over and random cars toot their horns just in case the space cadet in the car before them hasn't seen that the light won't get any greener.

Such is a Friday in summer in the City of Brotherly Love :)