WTF?

I know I'm going to get a lot of crap about this statement, but I'm done with this 80 degree weather. It's OCTOBER...in like, three days. And there's supposed to be a chill in the air. There's supposed to be an excuse for me to wear the only maternity clothing I bought for myself, because I actually thought that I would ENJOY wearing them...my hoodies. I hate that it's not weather for this yet. Last year at this time, there was a little snowstorm. And, FYI, I've argued with Jeff about this already, and I came out right, as usual. So those of you that conveniently don't "remember", just own up to me knowing what I'm talking about.
On a totally unrelated note, I read on someone's blog that I blog-stalk, that there are certain posts they read and they are so disappointed with the boringness and lameness that are some blogs they read, that they feel more stupid after having read them. Honestly I really don't know this person, and they don't know me, but I first thought, "that's exactly what I think about some of your posts". However, I then thought about it, and realized that perhaps a time or maybe two at the very most, that has been what others have thought about mine, as well. (And if it's been more than that, keep it to yourself, please, and thank you). Also, to be fair, I read that this person is pregnant, and not that this doesn't happen when I'm not pregnant, but when I am, I think I'm about 75% more snarky. You know, I'm un-medicated and such, so I feel my anger and impatience more potently. I will additionally throw in again, that this is a person that I just covertly read about, even though I haven't been invited or anything, so yeah, it's a bit overkill that I'm even commenting on this subject. But my point is, I think we all say things that end up biting us in our collective asses. Anyway, I do, and I'm including you all, because it's lonely at the top.
I was re-reading some of my posts. Just because, I don't have to explain myself. And I got to one that I think I typed out in January. It was about the Oscars...and basically, my opinion on actors having children and getting their baby photos sold, and then not really having anymore to do with them, because they can afford live-in, plural, nannies. I was really proud of it, because I portrayed myself as a fantastic mother, and quite knowledgeable in the process. I also said some things that painted me in a pleasant light about knowing how many children to have and knowing when to say when and yada, yada, yada. I wasn't entirely specific, but the gist was, I was a great mom, and I loved my babies, and I was so happy with the TWO that I had, and good for me, that I did everything so perfectly.
And then, about two weeks later, guess what? After six years of thinking I was completely done, I found out I was pregnant. Somehow that little fact just threw out the poignancy of my entire post. I hate it when that happens.
Anyway, that's where my thoughts have been, lately. I'll let you know when they change course and such, as I'm sure you'll be waiting, especially those of you that blog-stalk me, and have never once worried about yourself becoming more stupid just by reading my stuff. Also, for those of you that have, I console myself by saying that YOU are blog-stalking ME. So, who's the real pathetic one, Hmm? Hopefully, if by any small chance the person I brought up reads this, they console themselves by this thought, as well. Happy Freaking October. Let's get less sun than I've seen so far, because this is ridiculous.