Roll With It

This is to be the Theme of My New Life starting right now.

I get so bent out of shape when things don't follow the "plan" that I have mapped out in my head that I am making myself sick.

Like when I spent the past 2 weeks doing data entry and then deleted some of the shit by accident. At least I figured out what I had done before I wiped out everything, but I'm just sayin. That kind of thing gets me Bent out of Shape.

My new title at work is The Data Entry Goddess. Since I have this other fancy title and get paid the medium bucks, let's just tell it like it really is. Data Entry Goddess may be too much, maybe it should be like the Data Entry Freak.

Xanex helps, but I'm going to have to be asking for more soon. My doctor isn't so much fancying the idea of me having a great big gob of it. So, I think it's time to be on the hunt for a doctor who will give me a great big gob of it (until I can at least get with the theme of My New Life).

I might start doing yoga. I don't know how, when, or where but I need to do something. I could get a yoga DVD, but Daddylicious would make fun of me. Especially if I had on a leotard. I would love to have a leotard. I'd like to prance around and do my Ribbon Dance (this is a story for a later time when I'm not feeling so funky). I guess I could just lock myself in my bedroom and yoga all night with Lil Mama's whining and pounding at my door. For Shit's Sake, if they get any more whiney or more demanding I'm going to sell them.

THANK YOU DEAR LORD BABY JESUS for my trip to Ft. Lauderdale. I'm going to rock their face off with my presentation (and I'm nervous/excited about it but I will be Super Hott Looking).

Maybe I'll feel back to my Mamalicious self by the time I come back to Okla-by-God-Homa.


BLM had to pull a card today. The card system goes "green" "green" "dark green" "yellow" "red". Big Lil Ma got all the way to YELLOW. She told me that she was running because, "I guess I am just a hyper girl."

Her "allergies" were bothering me when we got home so she got some Benedryl. Phew, I just hope I can make it until bed time. (Their bedtime, not mine).