How to Comment. FB or Blogger style.

Dear Blogsphere family. I'm sorry. I've missed you. It's been too long since my last post and I am ashamed to say when my last comment was. Thanks to Dual Mom for still reading and commenting (thanks to the lurkers too, it's still creapy people. Comment so I have believe that your still here. Kinda like roll call?)

Anyway my excuses for not blogging are...

and...

so with some liquad happy...

I write you this...

Let's talk about my other internet site I love porn. Facebook. It's great. Wonderful. Fantastic. It's brought me to tears over the people I have reconnected with on it. Love it.

Most people say I am one of the most amusing FBer's they read, and I often make their days with my witty comments. I don't so much see witty, I just see smartassness on my daily rants about being trapped a SAHM with a 4 and 2 year old. It's bound to be funny, cute or gross.

But I have a complaint. Maybe I have been trained by blogger to well, or maybe I've just got way more to say then everyone else. My issue is not when people put their "what's on your mind" status, that's fine put what you want.

It's the comments.

Like when you see someone with Birthday wishes... I almost don't want to say "Happy Birthday" with everyone else knowing my email will get loaded with everyone they know saying "Happy Birthday!!" I also don't like when people point out the obvious.

Like if you say you fell down the stairs. And you have responses like... "Ouch" or "That hurt huh?" or my favorite when they have nothing to say "LOL" save your fingers and keep it to yourself.

Don't get me wrong I like to leave comments but I try to make them worthwhile to both me and the readers. Maybe it's just me. But same goes for blogger. When people leave comments just to leave comments, it's stupid. It doesn't count in my book. It needs to be personal. Kinda like your trying?

So with me and Blogger, I won't comment unless I've got something to say, and I won't read blogs unless I have the time to really comment. That's why we blog. Or at least I like to blog to get comments. It's like reasurance that someone out there still reads you. Or your not just being stalked by readers. (creepy I tell you)

Alright I am off my rambly post on FB commenting, but to end this and leave you with something of worth, be sure to check out the book

"If you give a mom a martini..." is a great little book with 100 ways to find 10 blissful minutes for yourself, lots of great ideas, and many of them I do. One of my favorite ideas to do is "Get your pregame on" and I do just that, I get up before the kids. Around my house I can, my babies are wonderful and sleep till 8 or 9 so I get up at 7, get my coffee, and read my email. Sometimes I have my iPod in, and breakfast done before the kids. So I am up and ready to go.

I also like that it's not a story, each page is a new idea, since I don't have many freebee minutes to myself it works. Alright I need to end this post and go blog surfing. Comment my ass off and tell my bloggy friends I still love them. Until then, LEAVE ME COMMENTS YOU WANKERS!!

Dirty Words.

I'm in a good mood. Lots to do around the house, my fat ass actually lost a pound, and so what do I do when I'm happy? Swear.

Alright I should cover this now. I swear. ALOT. And to me they are just words. Sure I do my best to clean it up around the kids, no joke. BUT I've got me a pretty little truck driven potty mouth here.

So if your offended by fuck, shit and bitch. Please cover your eyes and read a different post.

Moving on!!

I was on Facebook last night, (yes I am OBSESSED with checking Facebook. It's my way of being super social with out leaving my house. Bad. Ass)

And an old coworker of mine was going on about how she HATES drama, and is over all the gossip and crap. BUT someone keeps putting her name into stories. AND she will have NO problem beating some ones ass. (Mind you she is about 1/2 inch shorter then me, and she is the right weight at around 100 lbs. Tiny little girl right? OH hell no. She is FEISTY! Plus they say, the bigger they are the bigger the fall!)

And so she's got all these comments like "I've got your back" and "where is the sweet little soccer mom I know?" and "who is it? I'll go get them!" but then there was this one... the fucking highlight of my day...

.....I hate these cunt dumpsters that try to make our lives miserable. I hope their vaginas fall off!

Seriously I personally thanked the stranger for making me laugh my ass off. I haven't heard that one yet, and believe you me, after working the floor in two different casinos, I've heard LOTS of things.

I have looked at both sides of the swearing factor though. I get it, not so attractive, not lady like, to swear. But I just don't feel the same effect when I stub my toe and say frick that hurts. Or fuckyoumotherfuckercocksuckerbitchasshole...fuck...you... ya feel me?

Got a favorite swear word? Here a good one that would make today as bright as yesterday?

Manic Monday on Wednesday. My social life, as a cancer/leo pirate, and all I want to be is Tinkerbell damn it.

Do you recycle? Why or why not?
Yes and no. Yes if I remember to take the cans and boxes, or plastic bottles and put them in the BIG recycle bin we have. But the no part is because we should have a box for papers by the desk upstairs, and I SO should have a box for paper scraps in my art room!


Would you rather be a pirate or a prince/princess?
Pirate. I am rough and tough. Don't take shit off nobody, and I am not very lady like. I would steal if need be. I would kill for survival. I just think the whole motion sick thing on the boat would make me a land pirate.

Being a princess would be nice, for the money, but the whole requirements to be nice to other people, even if they suck would be no fun. Plus isn't there a requirement to marry royalty? Ugg.

Arrrrr, Me's name is Jack the Pirate. I kick ass, and talk shit. I be one of those pixie little pirates. Speaking of Pixies... maybe instead of a pirate, since we are on the whole make believe thing. Maybe I could just be a Tinker Fairy. Ah, Tinkerbell is my favorite...


Are you into astrology? If yes, how does it affect your life?
Yes? Sure I am a Cancer, my kids are Taurus, and Gemini, and Spaghetti is a Aquarius. My parents are Libra's. I know that I am a Cancer with Leo tendencies, since my birthday falls at the end of my sign.

Do I rotate my life around it? Do I avoid those that I don't mesh with according to the stars? Nah. I do however think it's amazing how these things can peg you though. Since I am not religious I am up for fun astrology. But it doesn't decide if I am leaving the house or not that day.


How often do you change your toothbrush?
Every few months. I think your supposed to do it every 3 months?


What is your favorite item of clothing to shop for?
Hats? Is that clothing, or an accessory? Well I still say hats. I just got a really cute hat in Tennessee. Love it! Brown and pink, with some funky design on it. Looks like the old Irish boy hats, but smaller and girly.

Pants suck to buy. My ass is huge, and my waist is small, so when I squat my whole ass falls out the back. And the belt idea blows too. Then you have a ton of jean cinched together. HELLO uncomfortable!

Shirts are ok, we don't have the money for me to shop, so I don't really enjoy it. I get stressed buying one $12 shirt at Target, every 6 months.


Do you use social media (Twitter, MySpace, Facebook, etc.)? Which do you use most often?
I used to use MySpace, it was ok, but since I could find SO many friends it was great.

I had Facebook too. But I hated the plain page, and it was boooring.

Maternal Mirth got me hooked on Twitter, and I loved it. Sorry I am not there much.

Funny thing is, it seemed like overnight, Facebook took over the world! I love it. I keep it up most of the day, stopping by to update my status whenever I pass the computer. I love seeing everyone update, and the comments to go with.

That is why Twitter is ehh, I like it, but it's kinda a one way conversation. And I have my status on Facebook.

MySpace is a thing of the past. I SO don't check it, maybe once a month? I still need to find some friends from there on Facebook, sure Facebook isn't so fancy, but instead of wasting my time with new layouts, or widgets, I am just in change my status, read my friends status' and make a few comments and I am out! Fun!! Plus the LivingSocial things are addicting enough on there!


If you enjoyed these questions, go to the above link and check out Manic Monday every Monday. I know, I know, it's Wednesday...

Lack of Bloxygen

I am realizing that with a vacation only hours away. That I will be internetless.


I will be away from my escape. My happy world of Facebook, and Blogger.


I will be forced to spend 5 days. With my two children, husband and his cousin and her husband.


I don't even have my pets as buffers.


I like my email. My constant connection with people I haven't seen in years. My love to get lost in the blog world of a random efriend.


5 days.


I don't have Internet on my cell phone. I don't even have a cell. I lost it 2 months ago. I use Spaghetti's phone. We use it to call. Only. No text, no Twitter, no Facebook.


Sigh.

What shall I do?


Tell me you will miss me too.


Muah.

Till Wednesday,

The Queen of Feisty.

Taxes and Trendy Stuff

We went to get our taxes done today. With the Stampin' Up! business, it's complicated, so we have a lady do them for us. Not to bad of a return. Spaghetti was expecting more, but I'm excited, it will cover our property taxes, and that was the point of taking the escrow off the mortgage.

In more funner news (yes, funner is a word. I invented it. Instead of more fun, there is a even funner version. And that is "more funner") ANYWHO, I must ask how trendy we all are. I mean in the world of the internet.

I am a blogger, and that is the coolest thing possible to be doing on the Internet (per me) then there is the ever so popular Twitter, and now everyone and there sister is Twitting, or Tweeting, or whatever catch phrase is. I am doing it.

Now it's not new, but I have to say I don't remember, exactly when MySpace disappeared, and FaceBook became the new "it" place to be. I have been on both, but MySpace was the place to be. And FaceBook was for the older preppier people. Suddenly my mailbox is flooded with friend invites, and writing on my Wall. I have connected with WAY more people from my past, that I actually want to be friends with on FaceBook then I ever did on MySpace.

I am however still lost a bit on FaceBook. I don't get why things are not right there to find. It took me a while to find the drop down box for the "notes" and I don't like that I have to just remember who to tag in them, I just wish I had a menu with everyone on it. (now I just start to type a letter of the alphabet and hope I get everyone. Even though I have missed Renee and D. Pimpster a few times. Sorry!)

I do wish I could at least have a background. The lame ass white is boring. Now I am not talking about the obnoxious blinkies, winkies and widgets that cluttered MySpace pages, but a bit of personality is all I'm askin'. Maybe even tint the page? Purple?

Wanna know where I got the fun "flair" from? Ah yes thanks to my phone a friend (Maternal Mirth) I learned that "flair" is fun on FaceBook. I liked these... just a few more days for Twilight to be released, and I am hoping for a pre-release from Spaghetti's video store job. Either way I am rereading Twilight, just for fun.


So is there any other trendy things I need to be doing? Oh I can text, I just don't we have a special plan and we don't text, probably will soon enough though...

Pity Party for one!

(Alright so this picture of Weaky in a fun inflatable crown, banging himself with a plastic rattle, has nothing to do with this post. Beside the simple fact that I would love to hide in an inflatable crown right now, and bang my head with a plastic rattle. Plus this is just too damn cute not to share right?)

Hi.

I'm still sick.

I cough. I gag. I wheeze. I sneeze. I pee. In my pants. 6 times today. Not cool.

Still have Stamp Camp tomorrow. Still working on projects. Should've done the work when I was healthy.

Which leads me to one of my favoritist quotes...

"Procrastination. It's a whole lot like Masturbation.

Seems like a really good idea in the beginning.

But in the end. Your just fucking yourself."

So that sums me up the past few days. Lethargic. Whiny. Unmotivated. Uncreative. And OH so much fun to be around.

Thanks again to Queen Mom for coming over today, not only did she entertain my kids, buy us yummy Culver's, help me prep and create for Stamp Camp, but she stole 3 bags of dirty laundry to take home. Clean and return to me tomorrow! Super Queen!

The other highlight of my day was from Face Book, alright I know, it's trendy. Damn, it's a shocker something that I am on that is trendy! (Blogger, Twitter, MySpace, FaceBook...) Anywho, my highlight of FaceBook for the week... my best friend in second grade... yes this was in addition to Maternal Mirth, Renee, D. Mudd Pimpster, there was Cindy R. she moved to Schaumburg in 1986.

So I randomly looked her up, and now we have connection! Magic of the internet! Wait till my kids are grown and I tell them about pens and paper, and how the telephone worked before texting or caller i.d.

(damn it. I just sneezed. Make that 7 times today.)

Alright this is a tired, sick, pity party for one. That is coming to an end. I would like to be in bed before double digits. 9:56 pm.

Gooo Nih.