So this is my first foray into “real” blogging. I was inspired by my friend, Lea, over at http://rolandbaby.blogspot.com so everyone go check her and her sweet baby out! I suppose I should start off by introducing myself to anyone who might not know me. My name is Amanda. I am the mother of two hilarious kids (a 6 year old girl and a 5 year old boy) and they will frequently be the topic of my postings because they are, as I said, hilarious. I also play mommy to a pug puppy named Griffin – but we will get into her a little later because she caused me lots of stress today. I’ve been married to my wonderful and understanding husband for 5 and a half years. I’m a Registered Nurse. And I’m a little crazy. You’ll see.
A lot of you are probably wondering what’s up with my blog URL. I believe that “I’m not your friend anymore!” is among my kids’ favorite phrases. They say it to me, they say it to eachother, they say it to their friends (or non-friends, I guess). It’s one of those things that you just kind of get used to and learn to zone out as a mom. “Mommy, I’m not your friend anymore!”… “okay, greeeeat… I love you too sweetheart”… That’s how it goes.
So my family has a dog. We bought her two months ago. Historically, I’m not a dog person. It all began when my best friend’s dog bit me right in the ass when I was in 8th grade. Granted, my ass is and always was an easy target; it still wasn’t a fun experience for me. I finally fell in love with pugs. I begged for one for months. Patrick finally gave in so we bought a female puppy and brought her home and I fell in love… and then she started pooping all over my floor. I worked up the nerve over a few weeks and listed her for sale online. I got TONS of emails about her and decided on a girl who lived on a 5 acre farm 40 minutes away. She came to pick her up today at 3pm and all was suddenly well with the world. Or… not at all. I immediately burst into tears and proceeded to cry on the couch for an hour until I finally decided to do something crazy and email the girl and BEG for her back. Hours passed and I got more and more depressed and then – out of nowhere – she responded that she’d bring her back to me. So now she’s home again and I feel complete. All my babies are under one roof again. Also, I now believe that I have borderline personality disorder more than I ever believed it before. I mean, seriously? Who does that? Poor 5 acre farm girl… sorry!
Like I said, my husband is very understanding. I met him at the door on my way back to the bank with my makeup streaked all over my face and he just kind of shrugged and went on about his business. So now all three of my babies are asleep and I’m having a margarita (of course I am) and all really is well with the world. And that’s me. I expect for this blog to be mainly about my kids as they give me lots of things to talk about. It’s bound to be interesting.
Oh, and did anyone else know that Miley Cyrus did a cover of ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’? I kind of like it, I’m not gonna lie…