Sunday, October 11, 2009
What I don't need? The bashing. I *was* friends with a chick, and I even made mention of it on my other blog last year. Then, the proverbial shit hit the fan.
Just for the record, I know how to play nice with peeps who don't view the world through my rose colored glasses. Take for instance, my family. Every single one of them, including my husband, sit on the other side of the fence. Yippee-Fucking-Skippy.**So, I dropped this post after drawing a blank and duct taping my mouth shut. Now, I'm rollin' with the "Fuck It" attitude. Don't like it? Don't read it? Got it? Great.**
So now, with the whole Nobel Peace Prize issue. It's time to cut the bullshit.
Dudes, instead of bitching about how wrong it is be the fucking change you want to see. All I'm hearing out there is bitch and moan and "Oh, I should be nominated!". Really? For what, wiping your ass front to back? C'mon, give me a goddamn break.
Make a difference, join organizations. Do something. Do anything and keep your fucking mouth shut. You just might learn something. Be the change you want to see. It's really a novel idea.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
I apologize. It's been too long. Way too long. I've put you on the back burner, not meaning to, of course.
You are my outlet, my dark side. It's the side I like. It's just that life happens, there are toilets to clean and asses to wipe. You understand, don't you? Not that I'd rather wipe an ass than take the time to write a post, believe you me. I'm not fond of ass wiping. No way!
Back to the business at hand, and you know how I like to take care of business. Me, I kinda stick to my own little corner, talk shit about people behind their back (or do I?) and basically don't give a fuck. I'll pay more attention to you, I will.
But right now the kid, she wants to eat. NOW. I swear, if she could say "meatloaf", it would go a little something like this...
Oh yes, I'm teaching her well.
(Head Bitch In Charge)
Monday, June 22, 2009
That's right at the Goodwill was Pot Stores for the Soul. I almost bought this book. So, Chicken Soup for the Soul, only you know, not. Go check out your Goodwill, you never know what you might find.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Our landline quit working Friday...oddly enough I have internet connection. I'm chalking it up to the internet fairies that know how psycho I'd be without it. (Thanks Internet Fairies!) My cell phone was given a bath by my daughter. It's toast, as well as those phone numbers I didn't bother to memorize.
So get a new phone, right? Yeah. I have to be the last person on God's green earth without texting or any of that jazzy snazzy stuff. So naturally, I want a smart phone. Is that too much to ask? Email, texting, phone...all in one. Plus, they have some cool phones.
If you just need a cell phone, you get your choice of shitty phone one or shittier phone two.
Great. I'm throwing in the towel...fuck it. If you need me, email me.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Seriously? So I've clicked back on this guys link...and I'm quite appalled. Here he is claiming to be a Godly person...blah, blah, blah. Yet he's talking shit and making judgement about moms.
What. The. Fuck.
Sounds like someone is a little jealous for all of the comments people leave on their blogs. It's my guess that he just wants someone to buy his shitty book...and there aren't a bunch of buyers out there.
A bit of business advice dickhead...don't bite the hand that feeds you. There are more and more moms blogging out there, and generally, we stick up for each other, you piss in one of our Wheaties...we tell the world. Usually I charge, but I'll give ya that one for free.
So dude, get a fuckin' hobby.
Bloody hilarious, that top line up there...in the book.
Just to mention, there is a warning on the back of the book, it says,
If you are in the market for a quick read...check it out!
Just as an added FYI, I didn't purchase these books, I wasn't sent these books to review...I checked them out from the library! **GASP**
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Without a lot to say. I guess there hasn't been anyone to piss me off lately! That can't be right, I can always find time to bitch!
Tonight my husband came home and asked "How good of a day did you have?" Not, "Did you have a good day?", which in my mind is a completely different question. Anyway the convo went a little something like this...
Me: What did you do?
Him: I'm just asking!
Me: No, seriously. What did you do?
Him: Let's just say an opportunity arose today.
Me: What did you do? (Do you see the pattern?)
Him: Bought a dump truck.
Me: It better have Tonka on the side of it and can be pushed by hand.
It doesn't and it can't. He honest to God bought a freaking dump truck. Why? Not a clue. We don't need a dump truck, we have pickups, pickup box trailers an enclosed trailer and flatbed trailer.
For the love of all that is Holy...we do not need a dump truck!
Yet, we now own one. What goes through their minds? Anyone have any insight out there you can pass along?
Thursday, April 30, 2009
This week over at Mommy Melee, she's talking spending some dough. $50.00 smackers any way you wish.
I would love to take $50.00 and have my hair highlighted and colored. I have auburn colored hair and I want blond up front with red streaks in the back. Give me something different! I haven't had my hair colored in a few years, and I'm jonesing to do it now! I either a. don't have the time or b. don't have the money.
Now that we've bought a new car (Sylvia or Stella, which name is better?)...I really don't have the money! Such is life. It could be worse, I could have to color my hair because of grays, thankfully. I'm not there. Yet.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Honestly, the blogosphere is a big place, it's a playground that keeps on growing. Who fucking cares that Seeryus Mama is turning into a review blog? Big fucking deal. Does it make me any less worthy? No. Don't like, don't read it! And certainly don't fucking enter my giveaways. I don't lie and I don't cheat. Don't like what I write, then don't read it!
There is nothing I hate more than people who say one thing and do another. At least have the balls to stand up for what you believe in. Not what other people think you should believe in. Or what you want other people to think you believe in.
So you have 20,000+ visitors a day. Good for you. I know what you are doing with those numbers, as well as any other "review" blogger. You're shouting them out to PR reps, because you like free shit just as much as the next person. Don't say you aren't. Congratu-fucking-lations. I hope it makes you feel like a bigger and better person. And to those that don't review? Fantastic. You just keep on doing what you are doing. Don't hate on me because I'm not doing it your way. Think of what a boring ass place the world would be if we were all the same.
The bottom line, think I'm a carpetbagger? Super. Think I'm just a review blogger? Great. Say it out loud, let me know who you are. Don't talk shit, then turn around and play nice. I want to hear it.
You know, I'll still be around in 20 years. Why? Because I like what I do. Whether anyone sticks with me...that's to be seen. I don't mind talking to myself.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
WTF, right? We just purchased Virginia (the Van) last year. Before that we had purchased Goldie (the Grand Prix). Why on God's green earth are we switching around vehicles again?
Let me set the record straight. We aren't people that change vehicles more than we change underwear. Oh no! That is SO not us. I mean, we had Tommy (the Tahoe) for 6 years before Goldie (the Grand Prix) came into the picture. Hell, we still have Tommy (the Tahoe) and always will!
I loved Goldie (the Grand Prix). She was my dream car. Unfortunately, we didn't realize that we'd finally get knocked up...and carseats don't fit so well in a sports car. Enter Virginia (the Van). She was a mistake. Please forgive me, Van Goddesses for saying it, but I hate driving a van. It was an impulse and "Boy Howdy, I'm sick and-fucking-tired of maneuvering that infant carrier in the car" move.
So, tomorrow, we might welcome a new vehicle into our lives. I know you are all dying to meet her too. I think her name is going to be Rachelle the Red Chevy Suburban, but we'll call her Chelle. Unless anyone has any better names out there.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Just because I don't post that much about my kids does that make me a carpetbagger? I read stuff like this, then feel that I'm not worthy. Maybe I'm not. Damn it! I've worked pretty damn hard to make Seeryus Mama what it is. I don't get paid for blogging, I certainly don't get paid for post. Sure I receive products, but how the fuck am I going to truthfully going to give my thoughts on a product if I don't know what it's really like?
It's all so confusing. For now, I'm going keep on with what I'm doing. Double giggin'.
You have to do what makes you happy. I'll stick with that.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
So Johnny had his first baseball practice tonight. Fine, dandy. It wasn't fun with Pea. It's going to be a long year if she keeps that crap up. She was focused on the ball. She wanted the ball. Nevermind the boys needing the baseballs to practice with.
Now I remember why I'm not a fan of baseball. It's too fricken' hot! Sweet Baby Jesus, it was only 85 degrees today...and I was dying! What the hell is it going to feel like in July? And the bugs, I'm not even going to go there.
I knew there was a reason I love football season. It's cold, we might play in the snow...but at least I'm not sweating my ass off.
Never fear though. I'll go to the practices and games. Smile like I love it. It could be worse. Right?
Friday, April 17, 2009
I love my Bunko group. We meet once a month, drink and more importantly are CHILDLESS! Holla!
Last year, we had a new girl join. She took on the nickname of "Quiet Girl". Tonight, she shocked the shit right out of everyone.
She rolled a bunko and hollered out "BUNKO MOTHERFUCKERS!" That had to be the funniest thing I've ever heard. I'll laugh about that until my dying day.
Needless to say, she isn't called "Quiet Girl" anymore.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
He had a nice chuckle over it, while I considered knocking his ass out with a frying pan.