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Saturday, October 31, 2009

The Little Vampires



The boys right before school yesterday.  They dressed up for the parade.




"I want to suck you dry" this from mini-me,
yeah Kamden you suck the life out of Mommy everyday little one!




The Devil as a Dork.  Still sexy!

Dear Anonymous.....

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Well many of you know, that if nothing else, I am honest. Probably to a fault, brutally even.  I put it out there, and I stand by it.  I don't give two shits if you like it or lump it.  A while back, I posted that I am THE Anti-ChristSAHM, for those of you living under a rock SAHM is Stay at Home Mom.  When I did, I made reference to my ex-husband's wife over at Chattywife.com and the post "Step Wives Club".


I basically threw her and Mommy Groups under the proverbial bus.  



Anyway, she apparently found the post.  I don't know if she noticed the link tie, or finally looked at a site traffic meter, or referral meter, or Googled me(most likely she is nosy like that), but whatever the reason, she found the post.  Then, in perfect Chattywife form she emailed it out to all her friends, with I'm sure, an email from hell, about the gall of me, and how dare I, and lots of not nice names.  Fast forward......I am monitoring site traffic and see all these hits coming in from email.  Hmmm...curious.  Further discovery into site traffic.  Ah...there you are, I see you Chattywife admin.  Not 10 minutes later, the swarming in the tank started.


They came, they looked, and then I am sure there were some iPhones blowing up with email, texts and the like.  But comments?  Nope, until.  Anonymous.  Anonymous posts, and I quote verbatim, "you sound like a jealous ex-wife."  Really?  Really?  That is what you are gonna go with?  That was the best you could come up with, seriously?


Jealous of what?  A man I kicked to the curb.....18 years ago?  Are you fucking serious?  Kicked to the curb for cheating on me...while I was pregnant, with someone he worked with?  Oooo...I am sensing a theme.  He worked with her.  Oh, he worked with the third wife too.  Oh, wait for it, he worked with Chattywife too.  Why on earth would I be jealous?



So let's clear the air shall we?


Dear Anonymous,


Fuck no, I am not jealous.  Ex-wife, that I am.  For good cause, please see above.


Now, I know that you probably know Chatty and her hubby personally, and you are just sticking up for her, and feeling all indignant because I talked about your beloved Mommy Groups like that.  I know that I called you all catty, and a grown-up version of Romper Room highschool.    I was simply stating the obvious. (Geez.....there is even a Tostito's commercial making fun of Mommy Groups, everyone thinks you are ridiculous.)



The whole concept, a place to say what we really think, to me is ridiculous.  Why can't you say what you really think all the time?  Why hide behind anonymity?  Why pretend that life is all peachy and rosy in day to day life, and face to face, and then get on-line and grow a back bone?  Why sit around and talk about husbands like they are an accessory, and something you have to deal with?  

Hey, here is a tip, find a partner who is in fact, a partner.  Someone who loves and adores you.  Someone with whom you enjoy spending time.  Someone who enriches your life.  Someone who is your best friend, lover and confidant.  But then, that would really require that you be yourselves wouldn't it?  You know, as opposed to pretending to be something you are not.


HEY, here is another tip.  If you have to lie to your friends and husbands about what you really feel/think, then they don't really know you.  Which means, you have no real friends.  If you are afraid someone won't like you if you express yourself, then you can never know true happiness.  Most people withhold or lie when they don't like or agree with what others say or feel, for fear of being ostracized or worse, not liked.  I, on the other hand, don't want to be placated to.  Tell me the fucking truth.  Saves me a whole lot of grief.  Because, ultimately, your true self will come out, and then we will have wasted days, weeks, months, even years thinking that we were compatible, when we weren't even remotely similar.  Then there will be some sort of dramatic climatic falling out and we could've avoided the whole damn thing by being honest in the first fucking place.  Right?  Right!


Since I am handing out tips, I have one more for you.  When you sit around and gossip about the other friends, mommies in your group who don't happen to be there with you, do you ever think to yourself that they do the same thing when you are absent?  Hmmm....


So, I leave you with this little bit of wisdom, Anonymous, if you want to take issue with me, man up, grow a set, and show yourself.  I can trade wit, snark, and insults with the best of them, and I will do it with my real name and no false pretenses.


Sincerely,


Think Tank Momma aka Adrienzgirl
Brandee

P.S.  I really don't know what the big deal is, if nothing else I am driving traffic to her site, and we all know, the more traffic the better your page ranking right?

Sex, Lies and Santa Clause is Dead

I was Google chatting this morning with one of my best bloggy buddies, who shall remain nameless, cause she told me not to make her main page fodder, and then she called me a bish....and we were blowing up all the preconceived notions about stereotypes, and solving the worlds problems, and finding ways to impart world peace and shiz like that.  Yeah, we're awesome like that.

Anyway, we were chatting about things that make us RLF (real life friends).   I consider all my friends, bloggy or otherwise, friends, just so ya'll are aware.  Yes, I'm delusional that way, but you all already know that.  I blog about my life, and it's real, and I have made friends this way, and probably share more with you than people that I see face to face, so there, friends.  We were discussing that neither of us have a whole lot of girlfriends and the reason(s) for that.  We both agreed, neither of us are girly-girls, and that maybe we might just be a little bit too honest.

Too honest you say?  I will explain.  Yes, I am going to blow the lid off some well kept woman secrets.  Listen up!

Women pretend to not like sex.  That way they can use it against men.  They can use it as a reward system.  They can pretend it is more of a duty in marriage than a privilege.  Crap!  It's all crap!  We like it.  Some of us love it.  And I for one, do not ever use it for anything other than intimacy and love with my sweetheart.

Women talk about other women when they are not around.  Especially their friends.  I am not really sure why.  This one is perplexing.  I don't get it.  It is the reason said bloggy buddy and I are so not girly-girls, and why both of us admitted to having no real girlfriends.  Cause here's the thing, if you don't participate, you can't be in the club.  Cattiness is not my thing.  I refuse to gossip, and I am so not in the club.  And, I don't care.  *gasp* Not care that I am not in the club?  What?  ALL women want to be accepted?!  Nope, not this bish, and not my bloggy bud either.

Next, women fart.  Women burp.  Women belch.  Women go number two.

Here are a few other things:  We don't like laundry, dishes, cleaning toilets, cleaning under beds, cleaning closets, picking up the shit everyone leaves where it doesn't belong, changing diapers, wiping butts and snotty noses.  We do it because we have to, and because we love you.

Well, that pretty much covers it.  

Oh yeah, also...Santa Clause, The Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy.  Not real.

Love!

Think Tank Momma presents an award...

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Well, it's Wednesday.  It should be time for Walk on the Wild Side.  But alas, I have to hang up my pink stripper boots.  While I am totally comfortable with the content I posted, and the content I intended to continue to post, others were not.  And before you all start emailing me that I say I don't care what people think and on and on, bite your little tongues and let me explain further.

While it's true I do not care what people think, and if you like it you do, if you don't you can stick it where the good Lord split it, I am all about respect.  Furthermore, I respect my hubs.  And HE would prefer that I change it up a bit.  I may bring it back at some point, I may change the format a bit.  But, I received an onslaught of emails regarding Installment Numero Uno.  I also received many virtual high fives and atta-girls, and an overwhelming positive response from many that I thought might find the content offensive.  Taking it all into consideration, and keeping in mind that I know many of the folks that read my blog regularly, the hubs prefers not to share some of our most intimate and wild exploits.

So moving right along.  I received an award from my buddy Triple H aka Lee over at Headaches, Hotflashes & Hormones.

Thank you, thank you!  (takes a humble bow)  I love bloggy awards!  And I love Lee.  She gives great humor, through her witty posts and she gives lots of comment love.  If you haven't been over to check her out, do it.  But wait until after you are finished reading this post cause you will be there awhile.  Yes, she is that fun!  I promise you won't be disappointed.

Special note:  Lee also gives great tips, hints, and strong suggestions to improve your overall blog...listen to her peeps, she is a wise one!!

Alright now for an award I created SPECIAL for the blogs and bloggers I love the most.  Since I created it, you cannot pass it along.  You have to love me forever.  AND, you better be kissing up for AWHILE!


This award goes to the following peeps:

Alicia of it ain't easy being cheesy
Ed aka Mr. Funny Man over at Ed's Funny Pages
Duckalicious aka Daffy over at BATCRAP CRAZY
Travis over at I like to Fish
LiLu over at Live it, LOVE it
Triple H as referenced above
Cheesecake of the famous Mad Boastings of a Cheapskate Mom
DiPaola Momma of the notorious Chicken Nuggets of Wisdom
And last but certainly not least...
Lily over at Tapdancing in the Dark


QUICK UPDATE:  I feel bad ya'll cause I left someone off that I totally meant to give this award to.  She has brought me to tears of laughter to the point that I have had to change my panties, more than once.  I love her and I am sorry I left her off here.  Go give Hillbilly some love too!  She's over at Hillbilly Duhn's Times and Tribulations

Now let the love fest begin.  I accept cash, chocolate and the occasional sexual favor!  Seriously, I think you guys are funny and I often laugh loud enough for the hubs to inquire about what I am reading when I visit your blogs.  Now go post this proudly!

LOVE!