Getting to know Ralphy

I'm Jakki. I'm 30. I have a beautiful baby boy called Ralph!
I am terrible at blogging and struggle to find the time to post but I will get better.
I'll probs just be posting about Ralphy and food, my upcoming wedding and possibly weight loss. Exciting, right?

metal-and-cupc4kes:

dannybrito:

hello-kitty:

Good night!

like can i get rid of my bed and get one of these instead?

Lmao throwing away my bed now

I want them all and I’ll put them in one room in my house and it’ll be the best room ever!

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neonxwhales:

mediclopedia:

Some of the ways our organs communicate with each other… This is scientifically correct.

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russian-doll - this must be true so zombies can’t exist! Yay!

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Can’t even.

themomstruggle:

alabamaborngirl:

themomstruggle:

I hate when people put their fingers in my baby mouth. Like whyyyyyyy??

If anybody does this to my son, I’ll be like..wtf no.

You will be very surprised at how often it happens. People are always like, “SO MUCH DROOL IS SHE TEETHING? OH LEMME CHECK!!!!!!” And you’re just like, uh pls stop thanks.

A lady did this to Ralph in a shop recently. Total stranger! She didn’t actually get her hand in there because I jumped in and checked myself. Then she started giving him his water from his cup! What’s wrong with people!?

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Lazy tired lazy

It’s 7.15 and I have to make tea and I really don’t want to make tea. Been planning fish pie all day and now neither of us feel like fish pie. Awesome! Iblove spending all my time with Ralphy but maternity pay is the worst!!!

I just want a zinger tower burger!!!

tastefullyoffensive:

Ralph Wiggum Gifs [x]

Previously: Mascot GIFs

It’s a rainbow legs kind of day #ralphytheruthless

Ralphy is nailing this drinking out of a cup lark! Next, his first drinking horn!! #ralphytheruthless

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looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.
I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.
I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.
Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.
Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.
My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.
Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

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brttny32194:

fucking buffy look at her furrowed brows like she cant braid hair and theres fucking xander not even fucking looking at the hair — just whippin out french braids like it aint nothin what the frick this show man seriously

I would not be the person I am without Buffy! It is the soundtrack to my youth!

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callmevictorious:

Fuck yeah!

callmevictorious:

Fuck yeah!

Favourite Buffy Outfits [1-9 of approximately 34912074613278432875]

That wedding dress is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen! Ever!

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forever-hyung:

every once in a while i check up on people i hate to make sure i still hate them

i do

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So I made a cake yesterday! An incredibly late birthday cake for Alex. Caramel sponge with THE BEST FROSTING IN THE WORLD. The frosting is made without icing sugar and is honestly the best thing I’ve ever eaten…ever!

I have to make another post about this frosting later! It’s so good and I want to make sure I give the credit where it’s due!