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So, the cat's outta the bag. I can now blog freely. Way back when, I wrote this about being able to use one of my favorite sayings. Now I can say what it is cause anyone that reads this blog, like the four people and that might be a liberal number, already know. When I got back from WW after finding out about becoming an auntie, after talking to Abag about it I got to say," Well, you know how the old saying goes. Girls have a button and boys have a pole and wicked touching takes it toll!" It might not be quite as hilar now, but it was quite fitting at the time.

Moving on...

I'm confused.

First off, what the hell blogger? Way to throw me for a loop and change some shit around. Sure it's nothing major but still! Not what I was expecting!

Crap Duggar Family! Stop having so many kids and stop naming everyone with a J! Mrs Duggar, push your husband off you once in a while alright? Good Lawrd! One of their specials is on TLC right now, hence the mention. That woman's gonna have another in January too. Yikes.

I think I know why I have high blood pressure. Besides genetics and well, I guess I don't know if I do for shizzle but I was told to keep an eye on it which I haven't. Anyway, grant me some leeway. Perhaps I'll call it questionable blood pressure. I think I figured out why.

There is far too much shit going on. And it's isn't all good shit. I don't like confrontation, I don't like anger, I don't like awkward situations and there is far too much of that all around! I...I don't like drama? Why must there be drama? Is it so necessary? I don't think so but I guess I'm looking on not partaking. I have a different view. It just seems like far to much drama and far to much work. But it is what it is I guess.

I also think the Olympics is not doing my blood pressure any good either because when those gymnasts do those fancy releases and look like their gonna knock their heads, it makes the ol' ticker go a little faster. And when divers seems to get too close to the board, wow.

Oh hey! It was Happy Days night at Miller Park last night. Not like I was there but I saw it on the tube. The Fonz was there, Mr C, Potsie, everyone! Except Richie because he's too good. And also yesterday it was JJ Hardy's birthday. Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaara! He's sexy, but he needs to shave. And tomorrow is Counsell's birthday. Yes. I know these things. Mainly because 1) they say such things when you watch TV and 2) my impeccable memory.

Duggars! By your children some decent clothes! Goodwill has got to have a better selection.

I should have got a job at the Home Depot. Then I could have been an Olympic athlete. Talent be damned!

Alright. This is getting pointless. Getting? No, it is.

Damnit! I'm gonna miss water polo tomorrow! Screw you work!

Oops. I'm outtie like belly buttons.