I know that I just emailed some of you about this particular site, but if you understood my work at all, you would see why I have to put this on crazybananas dot com. Mostly because for the last two months we have been working on a project that involves cats and cat people, both of which I happen to find…well…weird. I’m a dog person. Dog’s are funny and slobbery and loyal and stupid. Cats are meniacle (can’t spell, don’t care) and creepy and their eyes glow and they FREAK ME OUT. But now there is one cat I do enjoy…and he is Mayor Sailor Suit Cat of Cat Town. El Guapo ain’t bad either.
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Today I woke up (late) and hopped (crawled) out of bed feeling as crappy, if more so, than yesterday. Poor Trent, who is feeling the brunt of my prenatal bitchiness, tried to make me a nice dinner last night, but it made me want to vomit. Normally, I would’ve scarfed it up in .37 seconds, but yesterday was not a fun day. Today, I woke up to a smell that I usually think is sexy, Trent’s cologne, which I bought for him BECAUSE I LOVED THE SMELL. Today, this smell, like so many others I used to love, made me want to blow chunks. I got to work thinking,”Fuck me, another fucking day of laying on the bathroom floor.” But the feeling just slipped away. I DON’T FEEL LIKE VOMITING! PRAISE THE LORD! Everyone needs to simultaneously knock on wood, right now!
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Today is BY FAR the worst morning sickness day of ALL TIME, EVER, IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE (at least, so far in my pregnancy). I don’t think I have ever felt shittier, and mostly because there is no way to make the tummy flopping STOP! I would give absolutely anything to be at home, in my bed, with some soup and a movie. I can’t concentrate on anything, because the minute I start, I have to get up and VOMIT! Pregnancy blows!
Cat Town
/7 Comments/in Blond /by MeganI know that I just emailed some of you about this particular site, but if you understood my work at all, you would see why I have to put this on crazybananas dot com. Mostly because for the last two months we have been working on a project that involves cats and cat people, both of which I happen to find…well…weird. I’m a dog person. Dog’s are funny and slobbery and loyal and stupid. Cats are meniacle (can’t spell, don’t care) and creepy and their eyes glow and they FREAK ME OUT. But now there is one cat I do enjoy…and he is Mayor Sailor Suit Cat of Cat Town. El Guapo ain’t bad either.
A new day
/1 Comment/in Pregnancy /by MeganToday I woke up (late) and hopped (crawled) out of bed feeling as crappy, if more so, than yesterday. Poor Trent, who is feeling the brunt of my prenatal bitchiness, tried to make me a nice dinner last night, but it made me want to vomit. Normally, I would’ve scarfed it up in .37 seconds, but yesterday was not a fun day. Today, I woke up to a smell that I usually think is sexy, Trent’s cologne, which I bought for him BECAUSE I LOVED THE SMELL. Today, this smell, like so many others I used to love, made me want to blow chunks. I got to work thinking,”Fuck me, another fucking day of laying on the bathroom floor.” But the feeling just slipped away. I DON’T FEEL LIKE VOMITING! PRAISE THE LORD! Everyone needs to simultaneously knock on wood, right now!
So sick
/1 Comment/in Pregnancy /by MeganToday is BY FAR the worst morning sickness day of ALL TIME, EVER, IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE (at least, so far in my pregnancy). I don’t think I have ever felt shittier, and mostly because there is no way to make the tummy flopping STOP! I would give absolutely anything to be at home, in my bed, with some soup and a movie. I can’t concentrate on anything, because the minute I start, I have to get up and VOMIT! Pregnancy blows!