tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89147931627018390062024-02-21T00:38:30.397-06:00Ms Sassy PantsStarting over isn't easy but when you've got a few pennies in your pocket and a whole lot of sass in your pants...SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.comBlogger549125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-83043342683022171412011-10-06T15:03:00.000-05:002011-10-06T15:03:22.688-05:00Smell ya laterSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-66988578580951230152011-10-05T09:42:00.000-05:002011-10-05T09:42:23.626-05:00Wordless WednesdaySeriously, I have no words. Laughing until the tears and snot run down my face, but no words.
SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-30731144597310087732011-10-04T09:08:00.001-05:002011-10-04T09:10:02.172-05:00Back to my pilfering waysI'm stealing shit again.
I read THIS post first thing this morning and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. It hits a little too close to home, me thinks. (thanks MH)
I've got lots of questions about my relationship with TBone and some of them are really complicated. They don't have answers, at least not yet. I'm trying to be patient. It would be so much easier if someone would SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-22533297331371007672011-10-03T12:44:00.000-05:002011-10-03T12:44:40.194-05:00MessyI'm on day 3 of no smoking and feel fantastic. No really, I'm not just saying that. I do. It's the happy pills that have helped me find my happy again. But also, it's the little puffer that helps me get past the cravings without actually having a cigarette. This is working. It's hard and sucky but it's working. And I'm totally stoked about that. You see, I was sort of a closet smoker. Sometimes, SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-90649576753367151252011-09-30T15:17:00.000-05:002011-09-30T15:17:10.105-05:00Bzzt Hrrg fffttbbb limuuuggkI have so many irons in the fire at work right now, it's a wonder I haven't burned down the building.
We have a group leaving for Ireland in a week.
We have a group going to Spain and Morocco in March.
We have 2 large in-state conferences being planned.
We are recruiting for the next round of fellows.
Bills have to be paid.
Funds need to be raised.
PR & Marketing needs to be schlept.
My SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-80075011574441869362011-09-28T12:12:00.000-05:002011-09-28T12:12:51.361-05:00A theme?
Not Like This
Good choices. I'm not always the best at making them, but I do try. Aside from smoking and the occassional shopping splurge (and the copious amounts of wine/whiskey) my bad decisions are unsually unintentional. And obviously, my last post as an example, I'm trying to work on making good choices.
It's no secret that I have had a ton of fun on Match.com. Most of my friends SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-87003867885800342202011-09-27T11:04:00.000-05:002011-09-27T11:04:41.669-05:00Yes, again... Only I really mean it this time!
I'm quitting smoking... again!
I know, you've been down this road with me before. I have no excuses for why I picked them back up. I just did. Yes it's terrible for me and blah blah blah. Stop looking at me like that. I. Know!
This time I'm getting help via a counselor who is awesome!, meds and a nicotine puffer thingy.
Oct 1 is the Day
Wish me luck?SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-26608521445325901252011-09-26T07:40:00.000-05:002011-09-26T07:40:06.496-05:00Wooohooo!!! Hell Yeah!!! Go Pack!!! (Sorry Stac)Why yes, I had a fantastic weekend, thankyouverymuch. But, it's cold and rainy and THIS was the first article I saw this morning (Go. Read. Watch the video! meat dress aside, Gaga, you've got my respect for this one). After that, all my drivle about Badgers and Brewers and Packers and paint and endless wine bottles (OMG) seems just as gray as the sky. So today, this is really all I've of got.
SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-7547822156157140642011-09-23T14:17:00.000-05:002011-09-23T14:17:31.900-05:00GCF - Fun with avatarsOne of my besties is wanting to be making the babies. She came to me for information. This is just one example of why I am the coolest friend and advice giver ever. Also, why I should probably not have children.
THE TRUE gchat CONVERSATION
And yes, her boobs are real.
(I said g-chat. Heh)
You might want to cut back a little on the heroine thing though. I hear doctors frown on that SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-11161895556050278432011-09-20T10:24:00.000-05:002011-09-20T10:24:58.702-05:00A good old fashioned Ass KickingThis is probably going to be my theme song for the next 6 months...
Work Is Kicking My Ass! La La La
So if I'm quiet, you can assume I'm actually getting shit done rather than fucking off at the office. It's a new thing I'm trying out just to see if it works. BUT, I know several of you were thinking about me over the weekend (thank you) so I wanted to give you a quick update.
I did indeedSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-10700670024418223292011-09-15T10:31:00.000-05:002011-09-15T10:31:01.034-05:00Because I'm a Masochist with a MissionI've decided that I'm going to the cancer run with TBone. I want to support him. I want a night to play in Milwaukee. And, Cancer does in fact suck. However, I refuse to wear a shirt with DFW's face on it.
Yes, yes, It's shallow and petty. But recently I was telling a friend that she had a right to "not hurt" and doing that for herself was not a reflection on the person she needed to SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-42014584916090857522011-09-14T07:51:00.002-05:002011-09-14T07:51:00.662-05:00Who is your celebrity doppleganger?We have talked before about my celebrity doppleganger.The lovely Ms. Zellweger when she was curvier (and when I was blonde).
But it was recently pointed out to me that TBone has his own doppleganger.When I was told he looked like Andre Agassi, I was all, Pfft, whatever.
And then someone emailed me this picture and I went, Holy Fuck!
Why yes, yes I am a lucky woman.Now if only we had the SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-8934874349828640592011-09-13T10:45:00.000-05:002011-09-13T10:45:57.007-05:00My mother would fall over dead if she knewWhen I was 16 my mother told me that "real women don't actually give men head." Nine years later, just before my mom and step-dad got married, I took her to a sex-boutique and broke the news. "Mom, it's not just porn stars and prostitutes who give men head. REAL woman do that and your new husband might be grateful if you consider it."
She laughed. and laughed. and laughed.
Apparently my SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-45830010286729762162011-09-12T10:22:00.000-05:002011-09-12T10:22:55.035-05:00The gift that keeps on giving?Today is TBone's birthday. Time to celebrate. Sassy Style! SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-34539310153014248772011-09-09T12:04:00.000-05:002011-09-09T12:04:41.777-05:00GCF - Pervy nurse editionI stopped in at the hospital this morning to see my brand spankin' new - so new he still has the tags on - nephew. This lil man will forever be known as Nugget. And he is perfect. Perfect Perfect Perfect. I nibbled on fingers and tickled his chin. I nuzzled his neck and in general just soaked up the yummy yummy baby-ness of him. I also asked the nurse to take a picture of him for me with my phoneSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-33342747853240790952011-09-08T13:27:00.000-05:002011-09-08T13:27:05.412-05:00Bring It Bitches!
God I love this time of year. T-Bone and Thing2 are talking shit about their fantasy teams non-stop. I wanted them to like each other but how do I get T-Bone to start texting ME again? Preferably the "I'm going to XXX and then XXX until you XXX" kind, rather than the "I'm going to kick your ass all over the field, boy!" kind. *sigh* Yay for football and yay for boys being boys. I SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-40558003061181644352011-09-06T08:43:00.000-05:002011-09-06T08:43:07.128-05:00If you don't hear from me by next week, send out a search party... with whiskey!Things are going to be a bit nuts around here this week. Don't worry if you don't hear from me. I'll probably just be rocking in a corner talking to myself. So, nothing new.SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-86726339258048959032011-09-02T10:16:00.000-05:002011-09-02T10:16:52.037-05:00GCF - TBone is a Geek editionHappy Friday Bitches! I am so frakin ready for the long weekend I can hardly stand to be here. Seriously. I am considering becoming very very ill in 3... 2... 1...
TBone making me watch Battlestar Galactica with him. I would not actually admit that out loud except for the fact that SHE totally makes the show worth watching.
Hello Number 6!SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-67810026560395652122011-08-31T11:58:00.000-05:002011-08-31T11:58:37.621-05:00We have a love-hate relationship - Also: Names! Finally!From here on out, the new man, which might actually last long enough for me to stop thinking of him as the "new" man, will be called T-Bone. mmmm, meat!
His parents will be called Ricky and Lucy because the way they interact cracks me the hell up!
Last night I was introduced to Ricky and Lucy. Before I even finished my soda, I had a pretty clear idea of what they thought of me.
RickySPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-1433596105749993732011-08-30T08:44:00.000-05:002011-08-30T08:44:04.484-05:00Should I wear the slutty boob top or the barely there mini? Decisions, decisions.I'm meeting his Mom tonight...
Presumably his Dad will be there too.
SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-29725015841430670092011-08-29T08:56:00.002-05:002011-08-29T14:15:41.330-05:00Zzzzzz (clarified)Happy Monday my loverlies. I had a good one. So good my body doesn't realize my brain is still at home sleeping. While I don't usually rely too heavily on my brain when I'm putting shit up here, this is quite clearly brainless and I couldn't possibly have better words so, Cheers for StealingShitMonday!
The Bloggess's Body Acceptance By Age. (Go read the whole post here.)*
•What babies SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-55685991625711334122011-08-26T12:32:00.000-05:002011-08-26T12:32:00.378-05:00Twisting it up a little bitBlogger will not let me comment on Stacie's blog post and say "Awe! That is so goddamn sweet I might just vomit up the cuteness you just force-fed me. So precious. Presshhhhussss!"
So, in true Sassy form, I'll just take what she put up and totally fuck with it.
You see, my CyberLover, Stacie, has a real life love. I'm not even jealous. Well, OK, maybe a little bit. But while I have a SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-90711562615424021582011-08-25T11:54:00.000-05:002011-08-25T11:54:37.622-05:00Things could suck more...
It was a really tough start to summer in Sassy-ville. So rough that I don't want to say things are good now. The karma gods might think I'm showing off. What I will say is that things could definitely be suckier.
For example, on this gorgeous late summer evening, I'm going to a garden party. With fabulous people, wine, good food and pretty pretty flowers.
AND, I'm getting paidSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-13265975316716060552011-08-24T11:24:00.000-05:002011-08-24T11:24:53.917-05:00Don't be hatin'Dear Blogger.com,
As one of your loyal loving inconsistant bloggers, with her own blog, using your blogging platform, I need to know why Why WHYYYYYY can't I post comments on my friends' blogs?
You're making me look like an asshole. Please stop.
Smooches, SassySPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-30542081113044953892011-08-23T12:24:00.000-05:002011-08-23T12:24:13.068-05:00Deal Breaker
I have one firm, no excuses or exceptions deal breaker. He has to be able to handle being around my kids. In fact, he needs to enjoy being around my kids.
Wish him luck.SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com3