Mission Statement

I've never read a blog. Today a blog was forwarded to me and it was really serious business. The lady writing the blog was advising the world that breastfeeding is the only way and if you choose not to breast feed, you are, in fact, killing your baby. Now, I don't have a strong opinion on breastfeeding, but what I did take from it is that most blogs seem to be about something. Cooking blogs, parenting blogs, God blogs, 'I'm the perfect wife and mother that all you less fortunate souls should strive to emulate' blogs and I realized I don't fit into any of those categories.
Anyone who knows me knows that Chad cooks for me or I starve. (Assuming a holiday involving candy hasn't recently passed, because if that's the case, I will sustain myself on leftovers from my children's stashes until Chad makes it back.) I'm not in line to receive any Mother of the Year awards and me preaching to anyone about how to live their life is just plain comical. Which gave me an idea!

Maybe I just blog about my life...Maybe I just tell you what I did today, the decisions I made and how it all played out so that, A) You can feel better about yourself. and B.) So you have a WWMD (What Would Misty Do)reference to consult*.

*For best results, try doing the exact opposite of what I do, it seems to work out better that way for most*

Also note that I am not responsible for anyone who reads this blog getting fired or punched in the face. That's just the natural course of action when you conduct yourself as I do on a daily basis and as my good friend, Cory always says, 'The first rule of the Misty Club is never fall asleep first, the 2nd is do as she says, not as she does.'

Ok, so I totally made that 2nd rule up but in my defense, Ive fake-quoted Cory saying FAR worse things and he didn't get upset. And Im glad I mentioned that, too. Folks, be prepared to be fake-quoted. You might have once said to me that 'the weather outside was beautiful' but what I heard was, 'Misty, your outfit is friggin cute and your teeth look especially white today. Have you lost weight?'

That is all for now. Ive eaten approximately 2lbs of Easter candy while waiting for Chad to come home from dinner with his dumb co-workers and I'm not feeling well. I get a little rowdy when he's not here to police me. =/

I must now go 'bitch-text' him until he gives up and comes home.