Give up? Yeah, so does Luke. I killed my car. It's a goner. So after the initial, "Shit, I only got to enjoy 5 car payment free months!" I realised that I get to get a new car. Yippee for me!

That is until our real estate agent to us that we need to wait until we purchase a house before we get financed for the big ole SUV my husband thinks we need for all the children that we don't yet have. Luke agreed that we should put the house buying above a pretty new car for me, since that is all that is standing between us and me getting knocked up. I tried really hard to convince him that an infant can totally live in our condo. Really, it could. Then he reminded me that we have already have a truck that collects dust in our driveway because Luke gets a company vehicle. Our agent looked at me and said "you guys have another vehicle and you want to buy a new one?" In my mind I get all whiny and stomp and yell "But I don't WANT to drive a truck!" In reality I am going all red neck woman on y'all. Being an adult sucks!

My stereo in my car stopped working last week, so I just drove around listening to my ipod. Fixed.

Then about 20 minutes into every drive since then the battery light would come on and go off, so I stopped looking at it. Fixed.

Today I am in the turning lane at a busy intersection during rush hour and my car shakes and dies and it won't turn back on, so I stare at my car in shock. Problem.

I turn on my hazards and hear all the honking, so I scream "Hey asshole! See the Hazards!" while motioning wildly. Panic.

I call Luke's cell phone and he does not answer, so I leave a message with words like die, stuck, intersection. Freaking out.

I call the house phone and his cell phone in rapid succession until I arouse him from his nap, so he yells "What do you want!". I scream "HELP ME!" and hang up. Over reaction.

The police come and then the tow truck, and I tell them how mean people honk alot and they just nod their heads. Crazy lady and her pissed off husband.

Get towed to the mechanic and he asks if anything happened prior to my car dying, so I told him nope. Honestly.

Unless of course the stereo dying and the battery light meant anything, so I tell him that. Luke is shamed.

So now I am driving my 17 year old brother's honda since he is grounded from it. The car was passed down from my 21 year old brother. It looks like someone ran around it beating it with a baseball bat and then opened the door up, dumped 10 ashtrays and year old gym socks in it. Of course it was so below empty I coasted into the gas station and had to get a car load of teenagers to help push it to the pump. I called my brother to thank him and to remind him that Luke and I have been commissioned to babysit him while my parents go to San Diego next week. Muy Ah Ah Ah. He said "Whatever. I'm not afraid of you!" I told him that I found his fake ID in the car. "Who's scared now biaotch!" We love babysitting him. The last time he and he friends came home drunk and we had my friend Mike tell him he was a cop. He searched their cars. They almost wet themselves, it was awesome. But anywho. Then I drove to my house praying that if I got pulled over and the police searched the car, that there was nothing in it that would put me away for awhile. Apparently, Luke believes I deserve all this. I mean really, do those lights mean anything anyway?

Aren't we all glad I made it back just in time for this!

Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise have welcomed their first child together, two inside sources told PEOPLE. The couple "joyously welcomed the arrival of a baby girl, Suri, today," the actor's rep said in a statement after PEOPLE first broke the news exclusively. "The child weighed 7 pounds, 7 ounces and was 20 inches in length. Both mother and daughter are doing well." The name Suri has its origins in Hebrew meaning "princess," or in Persian meaning "red rose," the rep added. (source)

Or the origins are the ever popular musical OKLAHOMA. People really need to stop saying Tom is gay. I don't know where the get these crazy ideas from.

Welcome to the world Suri Cruise Xenu.

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
When I drive them high steppin' strutters.
Nosey pokes'll peek thru' their shutters and their eyes will pop!




Hey, do you think Kate will let me borrow her baby bump to go with my lady lumps? My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,My hump, my hump, my hump, I needs some fake baby bumps.

So, some of you may have noticed the missing poster link I put up the other day. It is for a 17 year old boy named Wade Lurk who went missing on April 1 after a party. For two weeks extensive searches were conducted, even the FBI was involved. A good kid, on the honor roll and an athlete just vanished along with his car. Most believed foul play. I did not know him or his family, but this story has gripped me from the beginning. Maybe it's because he and my brother we born 4 days apart from each other, but he has been a constant part of my thoughts and my prayers.

Everyday I check the website set up for him and look at the news many times. Yesterday they found his car in the lake with him in it. It seems that he may have been drinking and somehow got turned around and drove into the lake. It is just so damn horrible. I can't imagine what this family is going through. I'm glad they know where he is now, we were just all praying for a better outcome.

I looked on Pink is the new Blog and saw that maybe TomKat's alien spawn has been beamed down...well looky there, I can be a bit snarky. I cracked a smile even...crack. Ok, I'm feeling a little better.

If you pray, say a little prayer for these people.

I am an ass. But my ass is alive, and skinny. But it's back. I promise.

I really have no excuse. None. You see, I was crushed when work firewalled me from blogging there and then a few no post days turned into weeks. Then I felt bad. Real bad. I don't know what was wrong with me. It all just snowballed, and here we I am filled with shame and remorse. Pretty much like college, but I wake up knowing who the man next to me in bed is. I tried to get up early to blog, but I like to get my sleep on. Then I tried to blog after work, but that is when I workout like a mad woman. And then I couldn't even bring myself to look at my blog. Tonight I was looking on the internet when I said "Rit, you are being Ritarded! It's like Sean Bower all over again." Then my stomach hurt and I clicked on my blog and my hands are now typity type typing this.

Flash back to the seventh grade. I'm "dating" Sean Bower. I'm a good Catholic girl who is saving herself for marriage, so naturally kissing is out too. Sean and I had been together for a month and we were at the mall and he tried to kiss me. I ran away from him and from that day on avoided him like the plague. I wouldn't take his phone calls and finally I convinced my best friend Kelly to break up with him for me. We did it on three way so I could listen. It was bad. Real Bad. Flash forward. Sophmore year in high school. I am drunk at a party making out with some guy and I here "RIT! RitMeyer!" Yep, it's Sean. He proceeds to call me the biggest wussy bitch he has ever met, remarking how well my good girl path was going for me. He caused a huge scene and random make out guy looked at me all weird and my friends still make fun of me for that one. I promised never to avoid another situation again. Apparently I'm not good with promises.

I have missed all you bitches dearly! I fit working out back into my daily life, I can fit blogging back in there too. Cause really, it hasn't been the same without you all.