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Show us your Crazy. Christmas Crazy that is.

 
It is Christmas Crazy day!  Time to fly the freak flag.  Here and over at Burgh Baby for maximum madness exposure.
I still maintain that there is nothing crazy about my Christmassyness.  It is perfectly normal to decorate every room, have a Bathroom Tree™, own ‘Christmas killer heels’,

hello lover…
wear a homemade Mr Hanky the [...]

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I’d rather a fucking angel on my shoulder…

Alternate title, reason number 47 why I am never EVER gunna get on that Blogher sidebar thingy and they are gunna chuck me out of the mommy club and I will NEVER get me some purdy shoes.
I have been trying to write a post all night.
A post about MPS getting digitally assaulted by his doctor.
A [...]

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It is that time of year again…

NaBloPoMo.
Last year I rocked the NaBloPoMo.  Every. Freaking. Day.
When there was just me and the voices in my head reading.
Now that the voices in my head have been joined by the two of you, we had a conference (one of those cheap arsed ones where there is only coffee and no damn donuts) and decided [...]

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I was going to write a post…

about my day.  A long tiring day involving hospitals and sickness and sadness.
I spent the day visiting my dying grandfather.  The most awesome, cheeky, beautiful man that ever walked this earth.  Damn to hell the fate that has befallen him.  Lung and bowel cancer.  With a side of falling over, landing him in a hospital [...]

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I know who you are.

 
 
bwaaaaaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaaaaa!
Now I have a little project.  A plaything.  ‘Concerned’ it is you.
I know who you are.  And you messed with the wrong bitch.  You can say what you want about me, but bring my kids into it and you better run and hide.  Snoskred spent all afternoon going through IP thingys (shuddup!) [...]

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Another post where I talk about shit.

I have blogged about Boo’s fascination with his excrement before.
The fecal murals that adorned our bathroom.  The hallway.  The lounge.
His insistence on running his hands all over my face, the haze of freshly squeezed turd wafting from those fingers precariously close to my mouth.
His reluctance to use toilet paper, preferring freshly laundered doonas.
For my overseas [...]

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Party, par-tay and my husband thinks I am awesome.

Today was my mothers 60th birthday.  For the first time EVER Golden Child bought her a gift.
And she didn’t stop gloating about it.  A framed pic of him and his chick and one of those fucking digital photo frames.  With a remote.  I mean, who needs a remote for a picture frame?  Arsehat.
Oh and the [...]

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Getting back in the saddle

I am totally out of practice.
For the first six months of this blog I posted every single freaking day.
Sat down, brain dumped and hit publish.
Now I sit here thinking and fretting and wondering if what I have to say is good enough.  Will people read it, will my lovelies like what I have to say.
Will [...]

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Dont you hate it when..

You are writing a post in your head standing in line at the supermarket.  And you are *gaffawing* cause you are cracking your own shit up, cause it is that funny, and everyone in the line is looking at you like you are the insane woman that is, at any moment, gunna shove her hand [...]

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Damn life.

It is getting in the way of my online time.
My house smells like a bunneh took like a bajillion craps and a kid used his bedding as a toilet.  Well that would be cause they did.
These humans I inhabit this house with keep looking at me and wanting to converse and shit.
Can’t I just tweet [...]

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