the farmer in the dell....

never knew how many nursery rhymes they were and how often i was straight jacking up the lyrics to the three i knew,before i had shawty... Shawty and I spend his feeding time with me singing the wrong words to recently learnt songs and he seems to not mind. My Shawty.... god i'm in love with this little boy...

so, officially, i'm getting a little damn tired being home. my ass is raw from sitting down and if i see that damn target commercial one more time, imma jet li the tv on the floor. here is the routine.... wake up,... that is, if i have gotten any sleep, wash and sterilize baby's bottles, walk the dog, feed the dog, wash myself, eat, wash the baby, feed him again, put him to sleep, put me to sleep, wake up, change him, feed him, prepare his bottles, put him to sleep, put me to sleep etc... you get the dang picture. i do log on from time to time to chat with msthing.... how i relish those moments in which i get to be epi/mommy instead of mommy/daddy/auntie/godmother... yall get that picture too. so... i'm on my quest to make a move from this here place... get the hell out of dodge. the preparation is so dang tedious... got to make moves though... shawty is motivation headquarters, incorporated... plus, i needs to bounce before i rock baddy in his face, ya heard.

Kanye and his damn 10 grammy nods... bastid... a crying bastid. I hope they leave his ass high and dry like they did at the AMA's. He is one of those people who loves nothing better than to hear himself talk... i'm like, Brother, if you are talking all the damn time, when can you possibly be listening? what a schmiel. another humbling moment.... DC has been nominated for one... I guess they couldn't do B wrong.... cause 'lose my breath' is hardly worth it. Regardless, I will be sure to tune in.

You know, sadly enough, i have a sore spot for Marion Jones... com'on nah, we all know her ass was, probably still is, on steroids. I watched the 20/20 special. but even before then, i was thoroughly convinced that at the very least, she kept bad company. I was once a track star (brushing shoulder off) and the competition is ridiculous on the amateur circuit....so i can only imagine,... maybe not even imagine... what it is like on the Olympic level. there is no team in individual sports (Olympics or not) especially one as visible, as popular, as widespread as track and field. they can say olympic team as much as they want to but there is only space for one face on that wheaties box. but unfortunately, in her case, the end didn't justify the means and now she is standing there with cake on her face despite how much she has chosen to ignore it. I think she should shut her mouth and be glad they aren't able(or at least i don't think so) to strip her of her medals.

okay, it is late and best believe, i will be complaining tomm when i am dead dog tired. got to complain! isn't that the American way even when everything is ya own dang on fault?... holla!