She's Unapologetic

Are We Really That Different?

2009-10-11T10:02:00.000-05:00

I've been thinking. Political talk. Love it. Thrive for it. Must. Have. It.

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.

Neglected...Very Neglected

2009-09-06T12:23:00.003-05:00

Dear Bloggy-blog...

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.

Your truly,

HBIC
(Head Bitch In Charge)

Goodwill Finds

2009-06-22T10:28:00.003-05:00

Yes, boys and girls...I'm bringing you a little somethin' somethin' out of the ordinary today. I'm going to call it...A Little out of the Ordinary. Or in my case, You Never Know What You Might Find at Goodwill. Typically, my sister in law and I go to Goodwill to check out the books. Look what I spied yesterday...

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.

When Life Gives You Lemons....

2009-06-16T09:56:00.002-05:00

Screw making lemonade. It's been a week from hell, and it's only Tuesday.

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.

Asshats Out There

2009-05-31T22:41:00.007-05:00

It's come to my attention that some douche bag likes to comment on Mommy Bloggers contests. Not to enter, but to give his so called wisdom. A few of the things he's spouted off...

caleb@arrowlinemgmt.com said...: I hope the chinky prize doesn't break your bank. What a cheapo prize. The lows people sink to in order to get hits to their site!
caleb@arrowlinemgmt.com said...

Certainly ye jest! A whole can of Pledge for one lucky winner???? Eee gads, me hopeth ye haven't over done yerself. What a cheeky, slimey way to get hits to a dorky web blog!

caleb@arrowlinemgmt.com said...

Do you spend ALL your time on the Net???? *******, you need to spend some time with your kids for a change.

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.

Oh Honey...

2009-05-31T21:58:00.004-05:00

"That guy gets more ass than a toilet seat."

I have found books that were written for me! It's no secret I like me some smut. The first book I picked up was called Delicious.

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,

WARNING!!! This is a REALLY HOT book. (Sexually Explicit)

It's no more sexually explicit than other books without the warning, but whatever. If it sells more copies for them, great.

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**

Fall off the Face of the Earth Much?

2009-05-27T18:22:00.003-05:00

So, where the hell have I been, eh? My apologies. I've been a bit busy.

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?

Girl Talk Thursday.

2009-04-30T09:57:00.002-05:00

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.

Bitchy Much?

2009-04-29T21:43:00.003-05:00

Okay, so I was a bit bitchy yesterday. Eh, well. We are all entitled those days. I was coming off of two nights of no sleep....and a day of vehicle buying. That would make anyone irritable. I'll put myself in the corner until I pull that broom outta my ass. That work?

Suck It Up

2009-04-28T16:41:00.005-05:00

Remember when I was sniffling over this? Well, I've been thinking long and hard about it. I've come to the conclusion of so-fucking-what.

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.

Taking the Plunge

2009-04-26T20:14:00.003-05:00

I'm scared shitless. We (I think) are going to purchase a new vehicle. Not new-new, but new to me. Needless to say, it's given me a rumbly in my tumbly and not hungry kind either.

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.

Am I a What?

2009-04-25T23:00:00.003-05:00

I just read a post and now I'm questioning myself. Am I a sellout? Does Seeryus Mama suck? I mean, I know I've been busy with all of the reviews. I'm one of those people who can't say no. And I like that.

Sometimes.

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.

Pssst! Over here!

2009-04-22T19:55:00.003-05:00

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?

Bunko Bitches

2009-04-17T22:28:00.003-05:00

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.

That Really Rips Me

2009-04-16T08:33:00.002-05:00

The other day I was cooking lunch and my husband turned on the TV. While flipping through the channels, he finds Rush Limbaugh. Nothing makes my blood boil more than that ass wipe. And the husband knows that.

He had a nice chuckle over it, while I considered knocking his ass out with a frying pan.

The Waiting Game

2009-04-13T11:27:00.003-05:00

Starting a new project isn't easy. I will be waiting 9-12 weeks for my blog design. That's fine by me, but before then I pretend to know what I'm doing and you'll probably see some wacky shit.

Until then, I'd love to line up some giveaways for the Grand Opening of She's Unapologetic. Did I mention that I've changed the blog name? I did. Because I can. So suck it.

Back to the giveaways, email me if you are interested. I'm going to tweet the hell outta this site, and giveaways. I'd love to have some LIVE giveaways too.

That's it from this small corner of the world.

Welcome Wagon

2009-04-10T10:34:00.001-05:00

Hiya...Sky here. Originally I started blogging at Seeryus Mama, but it's more of a wholesome, family site. I didn't feel comfortable calling it how I see it. I need a place to really...speak. This is it.

This is the place were I can say FUCK, or bitch about someone. I'm sick of playing nicey-nice all the time.

I hope you'll join me. I don't know what this is right now, or what it will turn out to be...but I'm ready for change.