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| Just plain Done.I'm just about done. I'm so over this job, I'm sick of being pregnant, I'm done with this back pain that doesnt let up. I'm just done. | | |
| I'm being tickled.So, who wants to help me get a lawyer to sue my job?  The life of Ann-Marie is never boring, thats for sure. Fuck. | | |
| What will my son think in 10 years?Bout ten years old, hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready or not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got ‘em scattered on the floor (Yeah)
There was one of her, flippin’ the bird
Sittin’ on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin’ smokin’
Had us boys confused
I’ll never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced
To Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won’t admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
But growin’ up got hard just tryin’
Not to picture her
In anything but aprons, dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and Daddy would have whooped our butts
For diggin’ up that dirt
On Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
She won’t admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
We laugh and hang it over her head
Right above her halo
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and still denies
That hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of forget-me-nots
When she found out we knew
About Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won’t admit she smoked marijuana
But that was Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
And there’s that one down in the Bahamas
But that was Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
-Clay Walker | | |
| Still no strech marks :-)My toenails are lacking some much deserved attention and I cry at sappy commercials and chocolate ice cream is somewhere between air and water...but I've got no stretch marks and only 10 weeks to go. Life is sweet. | | |
| OK. I'm ready to admit that I'm pregnant. Someone start taking pictures of my adorable belly for facebook!
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Where are you people with the cameras and stork pictures celebrating my pregnancy?
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Seriously, I've accepted my basketball belly. So I wanna show it off. And I wanna dress up like a cute pregnant girl and go out and be a cute pregnant girl and then come home and show off my cuteness to anyone who ever happens to glance my way.
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I'm delusional to think that anyone really ever checks my facebook or reads my xanga or any of that but i still wanna put my belly on here. Cause its a cute belly. It doesnt even have stretch marks. So ha. | | |
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