tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89147931627018390062011-12-14T09:52:57.165-06:00Starting 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.comBlogger5491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-83043342683022171412011-10-06T15:03:00.000-05:002011-10-06T15:03:22.688-05:00

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-66988578580951230152011-10-05T09:42:00.000-05:002011-10-05T09:42:23.626-05:00

Seriously, I have no words. Laughing until the tears and snot run down my face, but no words.

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-30731144597310087732011-10-04T09:08:00.001-05:002011-10-04T09:10:02.172-05:00

I'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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-22533297331371007672011-10-03T12:44:00.000-05:002011-10-03T12:44:40.194-05:00

I'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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-90649576753367151252011-09-30T15:17:00.000-05:002011-09-30T15:17:10.105-05:00

I 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 nearest

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-80075011574441869362011-09-28T12:12:00.000-05:002011-09-28T12:12:51.361-05:00

 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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-87003867885800342202011-09-27T11:04:00.000-05:002011-09-27T11:04:41.669-05:00

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.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-26608521445325901252011-09-26T07:40:00.000-05:002011-09-26T07:40:06.496-05:00

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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-7547822156157140642011-09-23T14:17:00.000-05:002011-09-23T14:17:31.900-05:00

One 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 while

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-11161895556050278432011-09-20T10:24:00.000-05:002011-09-20T10:24:58.702-05:00

This 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 indeed go

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-10700670024418223292011-09-15T10:31:00.000-05:002011-09-15T10:31:01.034-05:00

I'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 sever ties

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-42014584916090857522011-09-14T07:51:00.002-05:002011-09-14T07:51:00.662-05:00

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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-8934874349828640592011-09-13T10:45:00.000-05:002011-09-13T10:45:57.007-05:00

When 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 mom

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-45830010286729762162011-09-12T10:22:00.000-05:002011-09-12T10:22:55.035-05:00

Today is TBone's birthday. Time to celebrate. Sassy Style!

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-34539310153014248772011-09-09T12:04:00.000-05:002011-09-09T12:04:41.777-05:00

I 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 phone

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-33342747853240790952011-09-08T13:27:00.000-05:002011-09-08T13:27:05.412-05:00

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 guess. On that

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-40558003061181644352011-09-06T08:43:00.000-05:002011-09-06T08:43:07.128-05:00

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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-86726339258048959032011-09-02T10:16:00.000-05:002011-09-02T10:16:52.037-05:00

Happy 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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-67810026560395652122011-08-31T11:58:00.000-05:002011-08-31T11:58:37.621-05:00

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. Ricky, he loves

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-1433596105749993732011-08-30T08:44:00.000-05:002011-08-30T08:44:04.484-05:00

I'm meeting his Mom tonight... Presumably his Dad will be there too.

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-29725015841430670092011-08-29T08:56:00.002-05:002011-08-29T14:15:41.330-05:00

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 think

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-55685991625711334122011-08-26T12:32:00.000-05:002011-08-26T12:32:00.378-05:00

Blogger 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 new guy,

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-90711562615424021582011-08-25T11:54:00.000-05:002011-08-25T11:54:37.622-05:00

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 paid for this shit.

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-13265975316716060552011-08-24T11:24:00.000-05:002011-08-24T11:24:53.917-05:00

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, Sassy

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-30542081113044953892011-08-23T12:24:00.000-05:002011-08-23T12:24:13.068-05:00

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.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-3340145643424834852011-08-22T10:21:00.000-05:002011-08-22T10:21:42.326-05:00

This weekend was filled with Firsts. First time playing Asshole hello. I'd like you to meet Sassy McDrunkyPants First volleyball tournament hello. I'd like you to meet Sassy McHungOverPants First time playing flip cup hello... are you seeing a trend?  -- also, playing flip cup between volleyball matches is a bad idea. Or so I hear First time for the pups to meet a cat they couldn't care less

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-76771582607084308032011-08-19T12:48:00.000-05:002011-08-19T12:48:32.289-05:00

I'm going to try and blog everyday but not bore you all to death with my hyper anxious "boy" talk all the time. What better way to NOT talk about a boy than to talk about a really hot girl? And so I give you: The Gorgeous Ms Berry And by really hot, I mean there are no words to quantify the hot. Just scroll back up and look again... and again... and again.

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-35231952368550007062011-08-18T08:21:00.000-05:002011-08-18T08:21:24.441-05:00

I'm in lust y'all. Yay! Can I get a collective "aaaawe". I won't even pretend to think I'm in love - although he did drop that bomb on me in the most "OMG, what does he meeeean by that" confounding way. Emotional and physical lust is just as exciting though. Wait, scratch that. It's more exciting. This is before the thoughts of streak stained underwear and his mother on Christmas. It's my heart

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-44712632291824179372011-08-17T10:34:00.002-05:002011-08-17T11:03:11.688-05:00

We still have over two months until Halloween and already I'm battling ghosts. How do you date a man who doesn't have a psychotic ex but instead has a wonderful dead first wife? Very carefully, I tell you. Very carefully. And the careful isn't even for him. It's for me. The woman is everywhere. She is in the cupboards, the living room, the pond out back, the TOY BOX! I'm battling some serious

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-12696774665620153702011-08-16T09:59:00.000-05:002011-08-16T09:59:31.342-05:00

I don't even know what that title means but I know it sounds dirty and that's enough for me. You know what? I've missed you guys! It's time I dust off the cobwebs of this place; see who and what are still around. May? I can't believe I've been gone for that long. Well, yes. Actually, yes I can. This summer has given me a couple of battle scars. Scars on my mental and emotional being. But the

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-22942682997704553452011-05-09T10:46:00.003-05:002011-05-09T10:51:50.398-05:00

Not the same as junk in the trunk. I have a folder in my email that I keep blog post ideas. It's kind of like the junk drawer at home. I throw useful things in there but when I pull them out 6 months later I'm all "WTF was I thinking?" And yet I feel wasteful just throwing them out. After all, I'm a lazy slacker that posts nowhere near as often as my good intentions would imply. Do I really

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-56687392514079938132011-04-12T10:59:00.039-05:002011-04-12T11:24:09.388-05:00

These gorgeous, luscious, pretty-toe-baring, lickable, fuckable, sassy sandals: Deserved a better date than the craptastic one I took them on last Sunday. Why is that you say? Surely it could not have been that bad. Sometimes a simple explanation is best. And it went downhill from there. An hour and a half of him talking about cow manure, choppers (not the motorcycle kind)

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-74342067677002050062011-04-08T09:36:00.000-05:002011-04-08T09:36:42.225-05:00

I've got a date on Sunday. A date I'm really looking forward to and actually nervous about. Yay for butterflies in my tummy. I love that nervous excited feeling. Anticipation for something really good before I realize that isn't Motzart, it's a bomb siren. Excited and cynical. It's an odd combination but hey, I'm good with that. So here's the thing. He's a farmer. What the hell is it with me

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-47322309243265745332011-04-01T11:32:00.002-05:002011-04-01T11:34:03.437-05:00

I hate today. April Fool's Day is not nice.I was fully prepared to call you all liars, crawl under my covers and ignore everyone until tomorrow. But if did that, you had to KNOW I was doing it or the figurative "stomping of my foot" would be totally wasted. --- I needed a picture. The image I finally chose is by Olga Marie Ponunin and is currently a part of the NUS Art Museum collection. Click on

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-79448801377206017512011-03-31T15:50:00.000-05:002011-03-31T15:50:44.298-05:00

What a woman wants and needs in a relationship can be confusing. No man can be expected to read minds, so let me spell it out for ya. http://www.bluntcard.com/launch/778.php

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-35995787477545098752011-03-30T13:46:00.000-05:002011-03-30T13:46:01.770-05:00

OK, so life's been a tad crazy. And by crazy I mean that nothing really is happening except for a whole lot of freaking out in my head. Here's a list, in no particular order, of a few of the things I'm losing sleep over: Govenor AssHat and his personal attack on my paycheck. http://resmc.tumblr.com/post/3593898285/fuckyeahradicalcartoons-scott-walker-blows# Ex moving out May or June 1. The

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-6060167513259202592011-03-25T19:32:00.000-05:002011-03-25T19:32:29.870-05:00

I'm stealing shit again... Stac has been bragging about how freaking hot she is and how celebrities totally get told they look just like that Stacie's Madness chic. Gawd, a little modesty, woman! She IS pretty freakin' hot and I totally do see the resemblance (It's the sexy bedroom eyes, darlin'), but now it's my turn for some pimpage. Also, my brain is still on vacation and this is the best I

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-54476071317307970882011-02-23T10:58:00.002-06:002011-02-23T11:14:28.899-06:00

So here's the deal.I have lots of ideas and quick funny thoughts that I want to share with all of you. But, I don't seem to have the time to sit down and write a full blown post very often anymore. And when I do have that time, typically I spend it sitting on my ass drinking jack and eating ding dongs. Priorities people. Priorities!I don't want to be a slacker. My boring life and crazy rants are

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-47931865165880007652011-01-28T09:26:00.003-06:002011-01-28T10:56:21.698-06:00

Some 20ish years ago...There was FirstGuy.No, he wasn't "the first" but he was the first to teach me the ways of all things foreplay- physical and mental. He was also the benefactor of my very first O-face. All that without ever actually doing the deed! We tried once but the circumstances and setting made it weird awkward hilarious impossible.Then we both drifted off to discover our own paths

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-21046772405786054772011-01-25T13:23:00.004-06:002011-01-25T13:37:19.856-06:00

This post is for my super cyber crush, Stacie. She oozes sex appeal and radiates flippant snarkiness. In short, she's a hotter version of me.WHICH PLAYOFF TEAM WERE YOU ROOTING FOR? The Jets The Steelers The BearsThe Packers God Bless our Packer Fans Go Pack!!!!

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-80849439630263790342011-01-14T13:24:00.007-06:002011-01-14T15:14:56.315-06:00

Having my email address publicly displayed on a website that regularly discusses rusty vagina equipment, hookers, good sex, porn, not good sex, popcorn*, booze and herpes; that opens up my inbox to all kinds of ODD things. But nothing, NOTHING compares to the shit guys say to me in messages from dating sites.An example that will haunt me for weeks:Sure, the picture isn't real. The guy above is

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-58770863920104135542011-01-13T15:44:00.006-06:002011-01-14T15:16:08.532-06:00

I found THIS SITE via La Bev. Are you a BOOBH? You really should check her out. She never fails to crack me up and provide me with trashy websites and useless blog fodder.Anywhiskey, saddle up lovers, I'm about to take you on a ride through the horrors of ebay models. Apparently these budding entrepeneurs hawk their wares by using their own bangin' bods as a display rack.....WTF Olivia Newton

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-11239554559164799252011-01-12T09:19:00.003-06:002011-01-12T09:23:11.793-06:00

For all you wine lovers out there:If you have not used Groupon before, NOW is the time. The wine prices are fair, the selection is good. The shipping is only a penny on a case and the deal below will almost buy a case! I've used Groupon a couple of times before and loved it.If you are a first timer, you'll get a $10.00 credit at Groupon after your first order. AND, if you buy from this link, I'll

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-74194126572529155152011-01-06T14:16:00.005-06:002011-01-06T14:24:30.598-06:00

When Ex finally moves out, one of the very first things I'm getting for my office (which currently serves as Thing1's bedroom) are these precious stuffed animals: GiantMicrobes

SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-1957372379947459532011-01-01T00:02:00.000-06:002011-01-01T00:02:00.491-06:00

This post is shamelessly stolen from TheFrisky. Amelia's brilliance is followed by my typical full-of-shittery in green itallics. I'm stealing today because umm, she's funnier than I am. Also, hangover, duh. And because I don't want them to sue me for pilfering their content, let's just turn this into a blatant advertisement. A cyber blow-job, if you will. GO, READ THEM. I found the site via John

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It's New Year's Eve and I'll be getting my drink on in about 12 hours. Hell, who am I kidding? I'll be slurping some Jack by noon. Anywhiskey, since it's one of my favorite holidays, and my very last "Commandment," I'll give you a two-fer:Thou Shalt Not Give UPThou Shalt Not Give INThe holiday blahs and not having someone to make monkeylove with under the mistletoe can do a number on your psyche.

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2. Thou shalt LAUGHBenjamin Franklin once said, "Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man."So if your date doth sucketh giganturon equine testicals - laugh it off, lovely lady. There are more men to be had. And a "better" one could be right around the corner... or on the next bar stool over.

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3. Don't get ahead of yourselfHe's cute. She's smart. He's funny. She's gainfully employed. He actually called you back. All good things, yes. But slow your roll there Sistah. Too often, we ladies start seeing weekend getaways, holiday traditions and shared Badger season tickets before the tab has even been closed on the first date. To be clear, I did not say marriage. I did not say babies. That

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I have a fancy-dancy new phone. I loves it lots. I have fast internet and a 5mega pixel camera and...ANGRY BIRDS!In case you live under a rock, Angry Birds is a phone app/game. A game that will devour your soul, burp noxious green fumes at the empy shell of your body, which is still glued to the phone -because OMG, I will get that last fucking pig (they are pigs aren't they?) this time! - and you

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15 years ago, all I wanted for Christmas was to get the alien living in my uterus OFF MY BLADDER and out, for god's sake, get it out!!! And despite having the premarital sex that got me into that predicament in the first place, Santa kept me on the "nice" list and gave me my Christmas wish. He was the best Christmas gift I have ever received and every year, he makes my world a better place.Happy

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4. Honor thy libidoTime to throw out the "rules." Being coy and letting him take the lead can be good. But we all have needs. If you want him - Not when the movie is over but NOW - Do not pass go and for heaven's sake do not collect $200 (you're a hottie, not a hooker). Jump. On. Him.Amen

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5. Thou shalt not be muteAt first glance, this might seem to contradict Commandment #6. Hold onto your hooters, ladies. I'm about to impart on you one hell of a kick ass secret.Men are of big yet fragile egos. I know, shocker, right? They also need praise so they will repeat certain behaviors. When he is circling left but your nubbin loves it on the right or he's not nibbling hard enough - Tell

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I doubt Moses took a break between honoring Mum & Pop and the no killing thingy. But here at the House of Sass, we know everyone needs a little down time. And so today I give you:The Commandments were made to be brokenSure, sure, His Holiness said we shouldn't covet anything belonging to our neighbor. But have you seen my neighbor's husband? Hot damn, I covet him during my nighttime private play

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6. When in doubt, ShutTheFuckUpWe women have the gift of gab. Our besties usually know when we are gassy, feeling weepy or woke up to a puddle of drool on our pillow so big it was seeping into our ear. They know these things because we tell them. It's not like we are odd, everyone has sneezed into the crook of their arm only to see the glop stuck to their sweater. But, men don't want to know

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7. Know thy fashion limitationsSome single women need to let loose and push their clothing boundaries. Many calendars ago, my dear friend Nortie - who has given me many wise tips since I have no sisters and at one time was flirting with the frump monster - forced me to go shopping for a skirt that was shorter than my knees. This was a good thing. However, and this is a mighty fucking big however,

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8. Thou shalt not scrimp on the scruffWhen you aren't in a steady relationship it can be tempting to go a few months weeks days without trimming the topiary or mowing your legs. This is a bad idea. Murphy's law says that if your underarm hair is long enough to braid, you will immediately meet a handsome man while wearing a tanktop.

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9. Do not talk to your FWB (friend with benefits) about another FWB.While in a "healthy" hahaha FWB relationship, it is perfectly OK to discuss someone you might be interested in dating, and even to ask for advice - it is definitely not ok to discuss any of your other booty calls. Jealousy doesn't have to make sense y'all. It just is.

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10. Thou shalt not covet thy gay friend's boyfriend.Not only is this just bad form, it's also bound to lead to all kinds of errotic three-some fantasies that will in the end, leave you odd woman out.Unfortunately this isn't as easy a rule to follow as one might think. In general - if my cousin and friends' facebook friends lists are "general" - gay men are FUCKING HOT!

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If the Things weren't on my Facebook friends list, this would be my new profile picture: This picture shamelessly stolen from "Damn You AutoCorrect."Go, check it out. I can't be the only one to completely blow off work today. Join me in slacker laziness.

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I think I need a Sugar Daddy. To be clear, he must also be fun, sexy and excellent in bed. That's not asking for too much is it, because all these bills are starting to be a bit of a drag. I believe my search for the perfect Mr MoneyBags however, is doomed to failure. Recently I was set up on two dates by a well meaning friend - as she described them: successful, financially solid and generous

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How are you? What's new in your world? They are simple questions. And whether you have much news to share or not is hardly the point. What matters is that the question is asked and the person waits. Listens.That question was posed to me by a "peripheral" friend on Friday. He waited for my response. He genuinely listened. I didn't have much to share, we'd just seen each other less than a week

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Because...

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I'm about to get pissy. Read at your own risk.I received an email from a family member this morning, most likely buoyed by the major political upheaval on Tuesday, that I'm sure was intended to make people laugh. Now, I'm certainly not quiet about my political leanings and my liberal left winging. If she had taken the time to pick her recipients rather than just send to everyone, I can only hope

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After a divorce, parents maneuver, manipulate, bribe, coerce and pray to the gods of FamilyCourt in order to get as much holiday time with their kids as possible. Let's face it, Thanksgiving just isn't the same if I don't see my kids plopped down on the couch watching Snoopy float by. Christmas feels bland and sad if I don't have to chase the Things out of the kitchen at least 5 times before

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It's been a while. I'm so sorry... blah blah blah.You'll have to forgive my absense as I've been sucked into a world of teenage witches and wizzards once again. I'm re-reading, for the eleventeenth time, the Harry Potter books in preparation for the next movie.Toss in some dating here and there and it makes for a busy Sassy.So Deal! Smooches!

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Sometimes I wish I had a log of all the stupid shit I've done and the consequences. That way I can look back and go "Oh yeah, that's why I don't want to do that again!"Oh wait, I do! Helloooo archives.............Hmm, that didn't sound so bad. Maybe if I just went about it a bit differently...I'll keep you all posted!P.S. - AND TOTALLY UNRELATEDIt might be time to hang up your dating hat when you

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Recently I spent an entire afternoon sitting in the middle of my back yard soaking in a glorious sunny fall day with my best friend. Our families spend a decent amount of time together but what dawned on me as she picked each blade of dead grass out of my lawn, one. by. one., was that it had been a very long time since we had spent time just her and I. How did that happen? And so it was that we

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Me and my birthday boy!Happy 13'th Birthday Thing2. You are the most kick-ass awesome son a Momma could ever ask for. You are my easy-peasy-super-cheesy boy child and I love you with all my heart.

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My dress has been altered - Thanks Mom. My dancin' shoes are ready. Now I just need to order myself a spare liver and I'll be all set for the wedding on Saturday.

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I'm not sure which is worse:ThisThe fact that Someone within 5 miles of me. Someone who resides in my very small and rural-suburban zip code. - Someone who sleeps in the same school district that educates my children.That someone googled "used vagina pictures." - GROSS!Or ThatThe search for "used vagina pictures" brought them to my blog.I was about to say that I have never posted pictures of a

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I'm actually working today and I don't have the time to put together the totally clever and awesome posts you have come to expect from me. Quality writing takes time - and booze. Neither of which do I have at my disposal right now.So, we'll save the Sassy brilliance for another day and just go with my fall back option - stealing someone else's shit that is WAY more funny than mine.From Secret

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disclaimer: I am not currently having sex with Ex or any ex for that matter. That would make typing difficult as I'm sort of hands on when it comes to sex. But also, my options for sex of late - with an ex or with an eventually-ex are ZERO. Still it seems to be a topic that needs discussion. So here we go.Secret Diary of a Call Girl says:The benefits of sex with an ex:* No chance of being shocked

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Disclaimer *** This post is full of content and links stolen from my cyber crush, The Bloggess. But in the name of spreading the word about penis sheaths, I don't think she'll mind too much. The Bloggess, she's all about public awareness, yo! And she is the freakiest, most mentally unstable, kick-ass-funniest blogger I have ever read. I'd totally hit that. This is a two part blog post. Are you

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I should be embarassed but y'all know me. I have no shame.I'm a little smitten with Kyle.*Performance starts at 2:00*

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The guitar guy - The one I just said wasn't... I mean, that we weren't whatever we once were anymore - I came to this conclusion based on an email conversation we had where he cancelled our mini-vacation complete with a hottub and fireplace hotel room! Who cancels on that unless you are totally NOT into the other person? I was completely convinced. As my kids used to say when they still had a

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Because I've already mentally clocked out today, I thought you all might like to join me for a nooner. You know, those hot lunch-time affairs where you want to hit it so hard and fast your pants never make it past your knees... Thaaat's what I'm talkin about, baby.And keeping with the "I'd hit that" train of thought, here's proof that Sassy does in fact have some standards and limits - I know,

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Admittedly, Katy perry and my Girl Crush look very similar. And I will be the first to admit that Katy is hot Hot HOT. However, a woman must have more than an "I'd Hit That" look in order to be elevated to crush status and Katy's allure begins and ends with being beautiful.Zoey Deschanel on the other hand is mentally, physically, vocally and personality-ly a fucking knock out!I want to be her

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From a review of "The Office":It’s like—last period on Fridays in junior high, I’m sitting in social-studies class, and I’m trying not think about it. The bell is going to ring in 10 minutes, the weekend is ahead of me, and that’s good, but during the weekend, I won’t see her for two whole days, and if I don’t try and do something now, I’ll spend all my time off feeling like a coward. The teacher

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This was one of the amazing sites the Things and I experienced while on vacation this summer. Devil's Tower, Wyoming. I'm rather proud of the picture. I've been thinking about framing some of my work. Any advice for matting and framing photography? From the comments and emails I got, some of you were worried that I was upset/depressed on Monday when things ended with that guy. I was

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Another "dating situation" has ended. I can't really call it a relationship because it definitely wasn't anywhere near that. What the hell do you call the beginning likey/datey/non-committed thing?Oh well, what you call it doesn't really matter to this post. What matters is that I'm telling you all now that it has stopped being whatever it was. No one was hurt in the process.I'm getting really

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Because I think of clever things to blog about only when I'm far away from my computer and I clearly don't know what the hell I'm doing with this dating thing, today I give you:

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Free Range Tatanka! Photographed through the back window of my car while on vacation in South Dakota.

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I think maybe I missed my calling:Rogue Burlesque: Ms. Sassypants from Rogue Burlesque on Vimeo.

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I was going to hide out somewhere on the interwebs and avoid The House of Sass for a few days. I'm battling a cold, avoiding a break-up (with the extra guy, not the guitar guy. - But all that is for another post) and generally just being lazy whining DYING lying low. But since Stacie mentioned she gave me an award, I thought I'd pop on over and see what it was about. And after she struck below

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I've been bumping around inside my head a lot lately. It's the man thing. I've tried something I've never really tried before: I have been dating two great guys. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking Never done before? Sassy, your Pants are full of shit! And yes, I've done lots of multitasking in the first and second date category but never longer than that. I'd narrow down my suitors to

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Why is it that men keep sending me pictures of their cock?Thank you Captain. Yes, honey, you have a very nice cock.I don't think I told you all about "Deki" who I encountered on a dating site. He sent me several pictures of his cock. The fleshy kind, not the feathery kind. Do men really think that turns a woman on? I'm here to tell you, boys, it does not. While we might appreciate the magic you

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It's a little late and hardly enough but...A great big giant thank you with tongue kisses to the fabulous ladies who guest posted for me while I was exploring out west. Sorry Ex, you just get a wink and a smile. Blame your girlfriend.

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I am a voracious reader and often find that what I'm currently reading has tiny influences on the way my brain works on any particular day. For example, I've been reading a cop mystery series. And in this series, the cop is not only a smart, sexy, badass, bitch with a heart of gold, but she also has incredibly steamy sex with her gorgeous husband - a lot. Thus, since I've started this series I've

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It really irks me that gay marriages are being put on hold, AGAIN. But, I really have to believe that it is a temporary hold. There is simply no way that anyone with half a brain could believe the following "logic" used to validate discrimination and hate."They claimed in papers filed with the 9th Circuit that gay marriages would harm the state's interest in promoting responsible procreation

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OK, so maybe not 50. But last week/end I did go on 4 first dates and 1 second.Here's a run down in order of appearance: Great steak but no thanks CountryBoy. Telling me you have no hobbies and usually just sit and watch TV for fun isn't a turn on.BikeMan danced with me in the street! After one beer and about 45 minutes of conversation we found ourselves attempting to Salsa in the middle of State

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MyHope is one of my dearest friends, my sister, my soul mate... kinda. We met eons ago when we were both young and clueless. Over the years we have become closer. She has become immeasurably important in my life. She is one of the few people that I actually long for. We don't get to see each other often enough and I actual ache with missing her.AND... she cracks me up because she only sent me

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He doesn't really need an introduction, you've all heard me talk about him plenty. Anyway, here he is, the one man in this world who totally gets me. Scary, right?Vegas baby....VEGASSSSS!So I just spent a week in Vegas and a good time was had by all that went. First few days were business so I was hanging out with work people. Then my parents came up for a day and I spent time with them. After

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Sassy signing in from South Dakota...This is so incredibly awesome it had me doing the happy dance in my camper and persuaded me to pop on-line for a quick link post.Sometimes, right does win!The war isn't over but a tremendous battle has been won.

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This is what it means to have boys:

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Welcome to guest posting day two... Meet Renessance Woman. She was one of my first bloggy crushes.P.S. You should check her out: http://auntcece.blogspot.comFirst Impressions!Thanks to Ms. Sassy…I get to mark off another “new” experience as a guest blogger. There are so many things that I would love to talk about, like dating, sex, travel but not experiencing any of those items right now. Ouch!

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First up on the guest posting thingy is the sister I never new I wanted. I'm anonly child and married into one sister-in-law (more from her later this week)and one's enough right? Then J1 (Ex's little brother) went and got himselfhitched to J2. I'll be honest, it wasn't love at first sight for me. She wasjust so damn cute and perky and sweet and nice. What the fuck is up with that??? And now, 5

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I'm off to the land of giant heads on mountains, dinosaur bones, hot springs, shiny caves and black dirt. The Things and I are headed West y'all. West to where there's new land for us to explore and new people for us to mock. Oh yes, those things didn't fall very far from the Sassy-Tree and we will be heckling and abusing the locals. There will be coffee with my Mom every morning and scotch with

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Life is a bit wiggy right now so comentary is going to be minimal today.I thought I'd share with you some classic swoon worthy cartoon ladies.Can you name them all?1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7.

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Work has been hell. HELL! When I was hired 2 years ago, my small, overworked and understaffed non-profit program consisted of 4 full-time people. As of this morning we are 2 full time people. I love my job. I BELIEVE in what this program does. It's something I feel incredibly passionate about. I'm also very very grateful to even have a job considering the job market. Considering the financial

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