Tuesday, January 26, 2010


Today has been one of "those" days. A day where stupidity has abounded but duct tape for mouths has not. A day where lessons should have been learned, but in fact were not.

As the afternoon has progressed things have gotten a little better. No longer do I feel like my anthem should be WWMPD. (For those who don't know WWMPD stands for What Would Miss Piggy Do? And I think she would be giving out karate-esque chops!) This afternoon I feel like a great improvement has been made. I have went from angry karate chops to angry Pink music while eating brownies. Yep, the future is so bright I gotta wear shades

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


Thanks to my friend, The Drug Dealer, you can now leave comments. I had no idea that I had them blocked. Anyway, I went in and solved the problem. You can leave them with your name (you can skip the URL part) or anonymously. Thanks guys!

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Detached Balls and Bikini Waxes

It feels like my world has been turned upside down, shook like a snow globe then peed on by a Great Dane. There have been so many things happen lately. I should have enough posts for a year! Today though, I guess I will just start with the latest.

A few nights ago, when all the bra colors were going around on facebook, things came to a crashing halt in my life. Three words on his FB comments and not the three you want to hear. “ You’re his wife….”. Those words hung like a raging storm cloud in front of me. His wife!

The man who for months now had told me how much he loved me. Had led me back to where I knew I didn’t belong. Led me to feeling love for him all over again. Told me all of the things he knew I would want to hear. We talked about of marriage, children, buying a home. A home that HE said he wanted my father to even be happy with so that he could live with us if he became too sick to live alone.

This man made an idiot out of me. I never, for this exact reason, talk about the men that I date. I don’t want to be THAT girl. The girl who finds out all the hopes she placed in a man are nothing but lies.

It stung. It was like getting a brazillian wax with duct tape.

This man, he knows me. He has been in my life for almost four years. So….To You, "J", you know I will make you have to face me. You know that I am not the type of girl who will just sit back with a box of Kleenex and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s. As I write this I’m not only putting it in my blog, but I’ve got wifeys e-mail. She will be getting a copy of this and all of the texts and e-mails between you and I. I am sure the past few weeks of being married to you are about to take an interesting turn for her.

Run and hide mofo. Run and hide. Oh, and here’s hoping that you and your balls stay attached to one another because I really don’t see that happening.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Long Time Comin'

I promise I haven't died. Life just sort of threw me for a loop. It threw me hard. I am gradually trying to get back in to the things I love to do which includes blogging. I promise to have an acutal new post before next week. I would promise sooner but my computer is sickly and with the Great Blizzard of 2010 on the way, I am not sure when it will make it to the doctor. Luvs!