Unsolicited Advice

I love when people know more about your problems than you do, and throw "You should, I would's" at you.
It's hard to contain a polite smile anymore.
It's like my body is rejecting the fake smile.

Anyway.
Reults from my HSG test showed a mass. Turns out the mass is scar tissue.
If I ever plan to conceive, I have to have it removed.
Laparoscopy.
That is the current direction I am heading. Just waiting for the doctor to call me back to set up a Pre Op appointment so that I can have all my questions answered.
And to see how much it is going to cost me.
I've said before, this whole process is going to make me go broke.

I'm quickly coming up on my 2 year mark, it is starting to take a toll on me. Although I have only started this journey with my doctor 3 months ago, and I am sure it is far from over.
Knowing that all this time, nothing was going to happen. And even being on the medicine wasn't going to help. Just throwing away money.

I now have the mindset of What's Next?
What else is wrong with me?
It should be a positive step forward.
But it isn't.

I will write again when I get the Post Op appointment and we set a date for the surgery!

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.

I am really starting to getinto this DIY stuff. I have a whole list of ideas! Sunday I painted the lids of baby food jars with chalkboard paint and did cardstock siding. They turned out cute. I am crazy about that paint, it is very cool!

I went to Hobby Lobby and bought the chalk markers, they are really cool, and makes writing neat a breeze. At $11.99 they are so worth it!!

I went in for my 2nd Progesterone level check today.
My images from HSG never got sent to my doctor, even after two weeks. So hopefully I will have some direction tomorrow afternoon.

I am a woman of little words tonight.
I have had me fill of shitty friends.
I miss my best friend, Kirsten. More and more everyday.
The traffic in NTX is crazy stupid.
That is all.

Have a fabulous night bugs. :)

Those Creatures with big SMILES.

The Pitbull.

The most hated dog.

I've talked to many people who, right of the bat, say they don't like pitbulls, They are SO mean. Alot of the times I keep my mouth shut until they have done their preaching, then I tell them I have not ONE but TWO. Then I am on them like white on rice. Usually these are the same people who have never owned a bull. Some have only been around some, which happen to be the mean ones.

My question is always "How do you think they got that way?"

Us, Humans. A FUCKING person taught that dog to be that way. A FUCKING person mistreated that animal. That is ALL that animal knows.

Why is it the animals fault? Why does our society hate this animal so much that they will take this particular breed and kill it. Regardless if it's ever been in trouble? Why are they banning this breed.

Ignorance. 
Uneducated.
Negative exposure in the media.

Let me tell you how many funny looks I have recieved by just saying I am a pitbull owner, and yes I am a pitbull owner trying to start a family.

That means I will have a child, and still have pitbulls.
"Are you crazy?" Yes but for different reasons than what you think.  Not because of my breed choice.

You're just an uneducated shithead. Who is doing nothing but making yourself look stupid. So congratulations.

I will always own PITBULLS. I have often thought about other breeds, but my heart is in it for the bulls.

I challenge people to volunteer at shelters to get to know pitbulls. Get to know the dog. Get to know it's personality. Not just the sterotype. You'll realize that they aren't monsters. Just dogs. Just like your Lab, retriever, chihuahua, or whatever it is you have.

"But they have lock jaw." No the fuck they don't, shut up right now, I am so done talking to you.

That is a myth.

They happen to be a strong dog. Very strong, But they don't have lock jaw. on top of being strong they are also intelligent, loyal, and fun.

YOU make the dog. That dog is what it is because of you!

I have met some very aggresive pitbulls. It's not their fault. It's ours. HUMANS.

If anyone ever asked me to lock my dogs up before they came into my house, I would tell them to leave. You wouldn't be welcome in my house.

If anyone ever told me they wouldn't come to my house because of the breed of my dog... I would say good, because I don't want you there anyway.

There have been a few people I have met who thought the worst of pitbulls, they came to my house, interacted with my dogs. Left thinking differently.
They've even let their children come around my dogs.

SO, if you are one of these people, please don't waste your time talking to me about my dangerous breed. Chances are I will become dangerous.


Her name is love.

This dog has suffered so much. Still sweet, loving and playful.

She bounced back. She is a better "person" than most people.

This Love, again.

See her ears???? Her previous owners took KITCHEN sheers and cut her ears off. But she still knows "love". She's not violent, even though she has everyright to want to chew a humans face off. She doesn't.



Georgie

Georgie is my dog. He is a view changer. I love him.

I know his limits, I don't put him in bad situations.

He's golden. I trust him.

Zeppelin

Zeppelin's best friend is a cat. She's hyper and crazy. She has lots and lots of energy. And boy she is powerful. She's my cuddlebug. Perfect dog for kids of a certain age. You know, those kids who won't get knocked down by a wagging tail.

Obviously my dogs are man eaters.

Holy Mother of Mint Chocolate Chip!!

MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM. eh.

If I want ice cream I go two ways: Butter Pecan or Rainbow Sherbert.

So back In the day when I lived in Houston, there was this diner called WINGERS, a 50's inspired diner. So stinking yummy. Good food! Known for its beer and hot sauce. AND instead of serving chips or peanuts they served you bowls of buttery popcorny goodness.

Wingers is no longer in TX :(

Only in Utah, Idaho Oregon, Nevada, WAshington and Wyoming.

Not cool WINGERS, Not cool.

It's also called a Winger's Roadhouse Grill now-a-days.

One of their famous desserts is something called Asphalt Pie.

[stop drooling.]

 I have often said I going to remake this. Because it is so darn good &  havn't had it in ohhhh 15 years. Last night I got the urge to throw it together.

So to make the pie you would need:

1 Oreo crust (home-made or store bought)

6 cups of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice cream

Chocloate syrup

Caramel syrup

and whipped cream ( you can be fancy and make your own or buy it. BUT if you buy it, buy OAK FARMS. Or you should, because I tell you too. It,s just better than that Reddi-Whip stuff.)

You let the ice cream soften and then scoop it into the pie crust and spread it. Then you let it freeze for 8 hours or so.

Such a complex dessert, I know!

Then you can just cut your pie, load it with whipped cream and drizzle chocolate AND caramel over it.

Go the extra mile and make the pretty patterns, makes ya feel fancy!

ENJOY

Now I know MCC ice cream and Caramel??? Yuck.

Just doesnt sound good.

Had I never went to Wingers, I would have never thought to put it together.

ANYWHO. So...... if you have the munchies, and are  impatient like me...

[rolls eyes]

here's what you do...

Go buy and half gallon of Blue Bell MCC ice cream

a package of oreos

whipped cream (OAK FARMS, YALL!)

Chocolate sundae syrup

Caramel sundae syrup.

So you take your oreos and twist them apart put the sides with out the filling in a ziploc bag, and then pair your sides with the filling together (TA-DA! very own double stuffed oreos!)

Make how ever much you want. I was making this dessert for more than one person so i automatically did half the package of oreos.

Then take something heavy and crush the cookies up.

Put the oreos in the bottom of your bowl or plate or cup or measuring bowl, whatever you use when you eat ice cream. I don't judge.

Then scoop out your ice cream, 2 scoops ( or more!)

Load that bad boy up with whipped cream and drizzle the caramel and chocolate syrup over the cream.

This is what I came up with

It tastes JUST like the pie.

And its quick.

And Yumm-o

And it's sure to send you into sugar shock.

So go to the store and get everything to make this, then call me after and tell me how amazing I am for telling you about this little gem.

Laters.

Things that make you go OUCH

This post is for the girls, unless you are a guy that waxes.

So, we all know that alcohol is most always included in STUPID ideas. Even the smartest person does stupid stuff when intoxicated. It happens.

Thursday, I make a phone call to one of my close friends, we talk about girly stuff. I ask if she has ever had a Brazilian wax....................................................................................................
[This is only important so that you understand why I did what I did, the rest of the the conversation doesn't matter, except for the VAGAZZLE part. If you don't know what that is, google it. It's the new "IN" thing. And for the life of me I can't figure out why it's so popular. I doubt my husband would come home and tell me "Wow, that's hot, lets make babies!" ... Okay back to my story.]

It's Saturday, after a couple glasses of wine, okay a whole bottle or so, I bring out the wax kit.
(Remember the conversation up there^^^ It got me thinking.)

I do my legs, my eyebrows. I can do this. EASY. I'm a tough girl. I have crazy piercings, tattoos and I have broken and/ or fractured a number of bones, not to mention having a tooth knocked out. YEAH. Easy as pie,

I turn the wax machine on, it takes 45-60 min to fully heat up. While I am waiting I start reading HORROR stories of at home brazilian waxing from other women.

*STARTS DRINKING MORE*

Talk to some people, got encouragement. Yes, Ashley rip your lady bits off, sounds great!

So I begin. It's not that bad!!! I can so handle this. Those women are sissies!! What are they crying about?

Then I get to the lower  region. Spread the wax. Ouch, it's hot. Place the wax strip over the wax hold for a few seconds and PULL.
[Enter a series of expletives here.]

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. Okay, that was okay. You can do this, stop making that face and holding yourself and get going. So once again, apply wax, strips, and PULL.

Except this time there's NO PAIN. Wait, that can't be right.
THE DAMN WAX IS STILL ON ME. IT DIDN'T COME OFF!

[A this point the husband enters. Smirking. Thoughts of domestic violence run through my head. I decide against beating him, and continue with my situation]

This is no biggy, they make this stuff called WAX OFF. What it's supposed to do is take the wax off.
Except it doesnt!!! I had to take my TWEEZERS and slowly rip pieces of waxand hair off.
THAT SUCKED!

At this point I don't know if I am sweating because of the alcohol or if it's because i'm in so much pain!

Okay, so I finish tweezing, but there are still little smudges of wax ( that won't come off with the "WAX OFF" and things are stuck together that should NOT be stuck together.

The point of this post is to give you step-by-step instructions ona Brazilian wax, so that you may not have to endure the pain I did.

1. MAKE AN APPOINTMENT WITH YOUR SALON
2. GET IN YOUR CAR, AND DRIVE THERE
3. FORGET ABOUT THE $80, IT'S GONE AND JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE.
4. REPEAT WHEN NEEDED

BLOGGINGMOLLY

HELLO. HELLO.

So I decided that I want to blog, I need something to do with myself, right?

Something other than that horrible Facebook that I am addicted to.

[Anyone else? Don't be lie, you are.]

I can't say everything I would like to say on Facebook, I mean I could, but that would be ALOT of blocking people. So why not here? There are alot of gears turning inside my head, all the damn time. I just want a place I can put my feelings out there. Could be nice, hilarious, bitchy, down right mean, may even be ALOT of ranting. That is what my blog spot is going to be made of. All of my own personal junk.

So this is your WARNING.

If you happen to be one of those people who get offended easily, please go away. If not, then I look forward to entertaining you with my thoughts, stories and personal experiences.

I would ALSO love to hear from the peanut gallery, if there's somthing you want me to talk about, tell me!

I will be posting later tonight about my alcohol induced escapade last weekend. So be sure to pop back by here.

BANG,BANG!
LET THE GAMES BEGIN.