I was at Wal-Mart today and remembered that I needed to pick up some bibs. As I was browsing through looking for large ones with a vinyl backing, I came across a set of 10 that stuck out. I fanned through the set of bibs and one in particular caught my attention. I started flipping through them individually and sure enough, one of them said “hottie”. I’m sorry, but in my opinion, that’s just not cute. The “cutie pie” and “sweet heart” ones are fine and dandy but “hottie”?

I can’t even begin to understand why people think things like that are cute or appropriate for anyone under the age of oh, I don’t know, 18? I certainly don’t want anyone thinking my child is a “hottie” until that point. You’re might be thinking “Shut up Sarah, it’s just a stupid bib” but if that’s what you’re thinking, then you’re missing the point.

Anyway, gotta go make dinner. Soooo hungry.

Today is Ashton’s 8th birthday. So, happy birthday to her. We had her over for dinner tonight, I made chicken and we ate cake and she opened a couple gifts. She asked for clothes and a new Barbie for her birthday, so I was out getting her gifts and I had already picked out some clothes, and I was dreading the Barbie isle. I hate walking down the Barbie isle and seeing what new slutty doll is being thrown in little girls faces.

Yes, I said it. Barbie has become a slut.

Okay maybe she’s not sleeping around with Ken’s friends (or is she? ) but seriously, whose idea is it to dress up little dolls in short skirts where their plastic behinds are handing out, along with shirts so short they barely cover their plastic breasts? I saw the Top Model Barbies, with their new jointed torso’s for posing, which really means you can now stick Barbie’s butt out while you pose her in her miniature bikini. Seriously, this doll was posed with her back arched and her butt was sticking out. Another Top Model Barbie was wearing whore red colored thigh highs. I would never give my little girl a doll to play with that was wearing thigh highs. I realize these are “fashion dolls” but seriously, can’t they just keep it to normal fashion. Fashion that is suitable for the little girls that are actually playing with these dolls? Barbie can be hip without dressing like a slut.

And just when I thought I had seen it all…. ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce…

Cabaret Dancer Barbie.

“Cabaret Dancer Barbie® doll is dressed to thrill in a daring black and silvery outfit designed to show off those agile legs! Fishnet hose, spiky heels and a sassy top hat complete the sultry stage look.”

Oh perfect. Just what we need for our little girls. Why don’t they just call it what it is? Stripper Barbie. Don’t even get me started on Bratz dolls. And what is this?!?? Not only does that Barbie have cleavage, she looks like the woman who’s married to the old rich dude but sleeps with the pool boy.

Anyway, I ended up going for this sweet little High School Musical doll. See, she’s cute and stylish and she isn’t dressed like a 2 cent hooker.

I also had to get some blubs for the guest room bathroom lights because my brother will be here Tuesday. Yay!

I usually don’t get into things like this because I’m always deemed as too harsh, but lets get real here. People like this need harsh. You know who I’m talking about.

Britney Spears.

Okay so most of you have probably heard all about her flipping out (again). That girl is so far gone it’s sick. I feel bad for her children. And the funny thing is everyone called Kevin white trash…. who’s white trash now? Geez. The saddest part is that Britney has huge potential as a human being, but she is so messed up and doesn’t even see it. She needs serious help. She doesn’t need to be worrying about her career comeback (which is nothing short of impossible), she needs to be worrying about her LIFE comeback. Maybe I’m harsh but I do not feel bad for her for one second. Okay, maybe one second. But that’s all. She does this to herself. And she doesn’t even want help.

Her family requested that Dr. Phil come visit her in the hospital and talk with her. I love Dr. Phil and all but she is seriously going to need a whole lot more than Dr. Phil or even just drug rehab. She needs seriously psychological treatment.

I won’t even get started on her 16 year old now pregnant sister. I’m no pro myself but there obviously was some serious lack of parenting skills and discipline put on these girls. At least her sister is taking parenting classes now. Too bad her own parents didn’t do the same. Hopefully she’ll end up better off than Britney when it comes to parenting and not sucking at life.

I realize that it’s very clear that Britney has some kind of serious psychological disorder, which no one should judge her on and it’s not her fault, but what is her fault is that she has people in her face saying “HEY! Look at you, you need help!” and she refuses.

I’m trying to capture the video I took of the girls onto my computer and it’s just not working all of a sudden. It’s capturing but not playing back the audio. If I save the clip, the audio will play, but it’s not playing while I edit the clip, and I can’t edit it without hearing it. I just can’t do it. It doesn’t work for me like that. It needs to work right. Really. Now.

I know I said this the other day, but I am sick of these crickets. SERIOUSLY. I wish the real estate agent that showed us this place would have said that the condo included 5 million pet crickets! I’ve started to feel bad for killing so many so now I’m just catching them and throwing them outside. But now they will probably get back in. Ugh.

I’m thinking about starting the girls on cereal. I’m nervous though! I don’t know what to do! LOL! I was reading that they could be ready between 4-6 months, they can sit up supported, or if they are eating more than 32oz a day. They are getting about 30-31oz a day on average. Except today… neither wanted to eat much today for some reason. Anyway, I went out tonight and picked up some cereal along with a few other things. I might start it this weekend… I dunno.

You know what really irritates me? People with ridiculously “pimped out” cars who think they own the road. You know, the typical lowered cars with the retardedly large car spoilers. In WA they were always the older Honda’s that were half primered, but had nice rims and the high spoiler, thus earning the driver the title of “Honda Geek”. (As opposed to here in TX where the cars are much nicer and the drivers are equally much more idiotic.) There’s nothing wrong with Honda’s, but seriously what is with annoying people thinking that they or their piece of crap car is so darn special that they can just swerve in and out of traffic, cut people off, and go 100+ mph with no regard to anyone else on the road? The only other people who could annoy me more are people on crotch rockets. Don’t get me started on them. I have babies in my Armada and I really don’t want to get into an accident or be forced to run your piece of crap lowered car over and risk scratching my beautiful gas guzzling SUV. OK!?!? Gosh. I’m sorry but people who think they are total bad asses when clearly… they are not… make me want to scream.

Ok I feel better now.

How is it that some people lack the ability to detect sarcasm?

Do you think I’m conceited? Do you think I’m a bitch? Seriously, be honest. I can take it. Someone sent in a question on my Q & A asking why I’m such a bitch. What makes me a bitch? Is it because I’m too sarcastic for some? Is it because…. what? Seriously, someone please post a comment and tell me what makes me a bitch. Really. I dare you to come up with any real, valid point.

For example, my myspace headline says “Every morning I wake up and piss excellence.” Okay. Seriously. That is CLEARLY a joke. If I say something like “I’m awesome.” I’m totally not being serious, even though I basically am awesome. I guess those who don’t really know me, and just think they know me, assume I’m just full of myself and I’m a bitch. It’s easy to call someone a bitch. It’s the most shallow thing anyone could call me, really. I’ve been called a lot of things. Slut. Big freaking deal. Those kinds of things do not bother me because I know they’re not true, the people worth knowing in life know they’re not true, so why would I get my sexy panties in a twist just because you call me a name? Is this high school? Didn’t think so.

So, I’m cool with being called a bitch. But seriously, if you want to insult me, you gotta do better than that.

Okay, I have go to back to being flippin’ awesome as hell now. K bi.