The Post About Not Posting

Here's the thing about me.

I'm not a stellar "multi-tasker".

People don't say "I don't know how she juggles it all" .

Throw me one extra ball to juggle and the show's over. Which is what happened this Christmas.

See, here was my juggling universe:

(can we pause here and marvel at my mad Photoshop skillz? Although my hands and feet are the size of a Yeti....)

Then, last April, the "BLOG" ball was added, and the people gasped and clapped and the village rejoiced, because Eureka! the balls were all still in the air.

Then December rolled around and it was like:

Hey! Miss Fancy-Blogger-Pants! Catch THIS!

And the balls came tumbling down, and the BLOG ball bounced down the basement steps into a pile of new puppy poo where it's been stuck since around December 23rd.

So, I'm wiping it off, sanitizing my hands and getting back in the game. Promise.

Right now, my husband is standing outside my office holding the "sex" ball looking like one of the children from the Sally Struthers commercials.

Best. Christmas Present. Ever.

I'm not really posting. I'm still on Blog Vacation.

But I just had to show you guys my favorite Christmas present I got:

Sweeeeeeet!!!!!!!!

Respect the Bumble.

Merry Christmas To All

To all my readers...my awesome commenters....

and my bloggy friends....

Hope you all have a wonderful Holiday

(click BG to shake the snowglobe & make a wish!)

Snow Globe Toy & MySpace Layouts at pYzam.com

I'll be back when the eggnog runs out. ;)

Jesus's Birthday

Well I got in a little hot water with Jesus regarding yesterday's post about the Duggars and their 18 kids who all start with the letter 'J'.

Apparently, it's not very "Christian" to "bust" on their "lameness". Or something.

Jesus: Why do they interest you so much?

Me: I don't know - it's just so freaky...it's like how George Foreman has 5 sons all named "George"...or how Jermaine Jackson named his son "Jermajesty". Which the Duggars should totally keep in mind, by the way, for Kid 19.

Jesus: In the spirit of Christmas, we should all be a little more generous of heart.

Me: Word. Hey- what's with the T-shirt? "It's About The Child in the Hay, Not the Man in the Sleigh"...?

Jesus: People sometimes forget it's my birthday.

Me: I didn't...do you want to go to Dave & Busters or something?

Jesus: No.

Me: Wellll......IF The Man in the Sleigh was going to get you something....what do you want for your birthday?

Jesus: Peace on earth. And a Snuggie.  And "That's What I Call Music 29".

Me: Done.

Programming note: Blogger is holding 40 comments hostage from yesterday cuz I turned on comment moderation and it's broken. Today's comments should be fine Soon as it's fixed, I'll post the hostages!

Procreation Run Amok

I really have no time to do a post today cuz I'm so behind in my Christmas shopping BUT. 

I was watching the Today Show this morning and those damn Duggars have popped out another kid, for a grand total of 18 children.

The poster below was done back when they had a cozy, manageable 14.

















The Dad's name is Jim-Bob (are you surprised, really?) and all the kids' names begin with "J".

Joshua, Jana, John-David, Jill, Jessa, Jinger (stretching it there a bit), Joseph, Josiah, Joy-Anna, Jeremiah, Jedidiah(?), Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer and Jordyn-Grace.

Both parents say they'd 'love to have more'.

I have some "J' words for you, Jim-Bob: Jam your Jaunty Jackrabbit Junk into a condom. Jesus.

Still More Words I Made Up

First, there was Words I Made Up .
Then, there was More Words I Made Up.
Followed by Even More Words I Made Up.

Apparently, I can't stop myself. So I give you:

snartle (snar'-tul) n. 

A sneeze/scream so loud and unexpected, it freaks out everyone in a 3-room radius.

porcupate (por'-cyu-pate) v. when your favorite down pillow starts a mutiny by sprouting prickers.

Mallzheimers (malz'-hime-erz) n.

Completely spacing on where you parked your car in the mall parking lot.

shorphan (shor'-fan) n.

The creepy solo shoe you sometimes see on the side of the road that begs the question 'wtf happened?'

spazz-lane (spaz'-lane) n.

That bumpy strip of pavement on the right side of the highway that shocks you into veering back into the center.

space-mugger (spays'-mugr) n.

The car that s-l-o-w-l-y follows behind you as you walk back to your car in the hopes that you are the current owner of the most superfantabulous parking space ever.

Jonas Emergency Meeting

Joe: Dudes. We are totally getting bitch-slapped by 'Twilight'.

Nick: I know - What the hell?

Kevin: They don't even wear scarves. Or ties. Or scarves with ties.

Joe: Our poster sales are down, CD sales are down, "Joe" T-shirts, "Nick" T-shirts....

Kevin: I never had a T-shirt.

Joe: It's friggin' Pattinson, man, he's taken all our fans.

Nick: DAMN it.

Kevin: Actually, there's more cute guys besides him.

Joe: Shut up, Kevin.

Kevin: I'm just saying...

Joe: you know what this means, right?

Nick: Write better songs?

Kevin: More Accessories, bolder colors.

Joe: No, you idiots. Lose the purity rings. This ship is goin' down. Somebody get me Lindsay Lohan's phone number.

How I'm Getting Michelle Obama to Read My Blog

I know.

I was a shocked as you guys that my post about how my boobs were bigger than Dooce's didn't catapult my blog to superstardom.

But check this out - I have a new plan that is so freaking brilliant I will be dazzling Matt Lauer with witty banter in no time.

So everybody knows that Twitter is a "social media" application where you basically share 1-2 sentence updates with your Twitter circle, whether it's 30 people or 1,000.

But the thing is, you know who your Twitter peeps are - you have a list of who you're following and who's following you.  So imagine my surprise the other day when I typed:

Bought "No-chew" spray and "No-poop" spray at Petsmart for Gigantic Puppy arriving tonite. Do I think I can just spray my way thru this????? 11:56 AM Dec 10th from twhirl

and an hour later I see this:

PetSmartTLC @HappyHourSue Congrats on your new puppy! Make sure to sign up for PetPerks to receive great deals and offers. 1:12 PM Dec 10th from web in reply to HappyHourSue

Dude. They were so not on my list. Those rat bastards have some sort of super spy filter software that scans the whole Twitter universe and finds mentions of their store.

So of course my first order of business given this unexpected development was to see if that would work on boys. So I typed:

OK that's freaky - @Petsmart just tweeted me. If I talk about Joe Jonas will he tweet me? Robert Pattinson? Hello? Mark Wahlberg? 1:15 PM Dec 10th from twhirl

Josh Holloway - Mark ruffalo - John Krasinski - is this working? Kellan Lutz - Oscar de La Hoya......I can keep going1:16 PM Dec 10th from twhirl

Nothing. Ratballs.

But. It occurred to me: Who would have the most sophisticated, most all-encompassing web-scanning operation going? That's right, bitches. The CIA.

So here is my brilliant plan:

I start dropping Twitter-bait like "jihad" and "Al Quaeda" (note to self: figure out the correct spelling)......and BAM! the CIA is following me and my blog.

Random cool CIA dude mentions it to his wife, who forwards it along to Michelle Obama at the Christmas party and bada-bing, I'm a superstar.

Or, incarcerated.

Batman Begins

Um, the "puppy" has arrived.

Remember that photo I posted of how he'd look now? Well, I've decided that must have been an ultrasound film

in utero

Because THIS is my 12-week old puppy:

Everyone, this is Diesel LeBron.

Diesel, this is Everyone:

To the Bat-Cave, Alfred...

His ears were already cropped when we bought him...we're trying not to make too many Gotham City references....

(A big thanks to Leslie from Stethoscopes & Stilettos for the name suggestion, and to my blogger idol Diesel from Mattress Police for seconding it.)

OK, people, that puppy is 12 WEEKS OLD.

And the breeder says he eats raw chicken, bones and all. So my husband bought 75 lbs. of raw chickens. Because that's normal, right?   

Why does this remind me of that scene in Jurassic Park where there's a live goat in the T-Rex enclosure.

Anyway, he's the same size as the guard poodle, who is pretty much walking around like "This is BULLsh*t."

But like all new parents, I know that everything can be fixed with a cute T-shirt.

Women and Friendship

This is a true story from Christmas shopping today: I was in line at Justice ("the store for girls!") and my total came to $175. The cashier asked, "Do you have Justice coupons?" and I said "No..."

There was an audible gasp from the women in line. Literally, a 70-year-old grandma elbowed me and said "Honey! You could have saved so much money!"

Then her daughter, probably my age, said "Hold on.." and went rummaging through her purse and produced THREE $25 coupons, handed them to me with a triumphant smile and said "Merry Christmas!"

A $75 gift from a total stranger.

All the way home I was thinking "I need to Pay It Forward". When I got home, I got an email notification that my favorite author, Kelly Corrigan, has posted a video about women and friendship. So I feel that it was meant to be that I share this with you guys:

(and go out and buy "The Middle Place" - it's fantastic)

A Very BG Christmas

Since this is BG's first Christmas, I thought I'd share a few holiday shots.....

This is his favorite place to hang out: On the tree.

This is the place to chill and wait for Santa, G.

His Christmas card:

Still makin' time for his shorties........

What'chu want for Christmas, mami?

Stealing ornaments off the tree......

Dope, yo, for realz.

Rockefeller Center to see the tree.......

Shout out to my homies in Brooklyn and the Bronx....

And let's not forget the true meaning of Christmas.......

'Sup Baby Jesus.

Baby Jesus can rock a birthday, G.

****Have a Gangsta Christmas****

Letter to Joe Jonas

Dear Joe,

   I don't know how else to say this, so I'm just going to say it.

There's somebody else.

His name is Edward Cullen. 

He's a vampire.

So even though he's 17 in the movie, he's really 108, which is really more age-appropriate for me.

I still think you're totally cute, but I just noticed you're not that good a singer, no offense. And how come you only play the tambourine? That's kind of lame.

I know what you're thinking: I've got Obsesssive Cullen Disorder, blah blah blah.

This weekend will only be the third time I've seen the movie, and everyone on TwilightMoms.com says that's about average.

Coincidentally, Edward's a virgin too, but only because he might kill someone by accident....you're just....Well, I don't know what you're problem is, actually. 

So please don't text me - I just need some space - I'm going to Kinkos now to make a Flat Edward copy my tax returns.

xoxo Sue

New Addition to the Family

As I write this, I am mourning my independence...my peaceful household......sleeping through the night.....

Yes, people, I am talking the "P" word. 

No, not "pregnant".......

"Puppy".

Pooping, peeing puppy.

As with any other unexpected family additions, you're saying:

"How did this happen?" "Don't you already have one?" 

and this is what they said to Britney. And look what happened to her.

A month from now I'll be shaving my head and taking career advice from sketchy middle-Eastern con-men.

Where was I.  Oh yeah- how DID this happen. All I know is my husband went back to Connecticut to visit our still-unsold house and the next thing I know he's talking about memories and time flying and fleeting childhoods and I'm pretty sure Kodak was in there somewhere, and somehow this all translated into getting the kids a puppy for Christmas.

He thinks it'll be great fun for our standard poodle too - which is kind of like telling me that he's bringing Vanessa Hudgens home to live with us and I'll love it cuz we can play together.

Also, it's going to be LARGE dog. Disguised as a small dog. Like one of those drop-in-a-glass-of-water "Crazy-Gro" dinosaurs.

As a puppy, it'll look like this:

'sup.




But full-grown he'll look like this:

Which, really, is like saying "Hey- let's get a bear."

So this is where you come in, faithful reader....I need name ideas. 

All we have right now is Zeus, Bear, and Thor. 

And an un-named Twitter friend suggested Weenie or Booker T. Washington.

Whaddaya think???????

CEO of Christmas

Last December 1st, my husband sat down at the dinner table and announced, "December is going to be a really busy month for me."

Then I stabbed him with a fork.

So I am launching the first annual Husbands' Christmas Challenge. And here are the rules:

• You must accomplish the tasks IN ADDITION to your regular responsibilities.

• You may not hire anyone to help you.

• You may not bribe your children to help you.

• You must accomplish the following by Midnight, December 24th:

Take a Christmas card photo - choose and order Christmas cards- buy Christmas stamps -sign, address, stamp & mail all 150 cards - Decorate house including wreaths, stockings, scented candles, advent calendar, indoor lights, stuffed Santas, snowmen, Christmas card holder, outdoor lights-Decorate Christmas tree with kids- adjust decorations when kids aren't around - Be sure kids have watched Rudolph, Elf, Frosty, and the Grinch - Acquire each child's christmas list -  Buy wrapping paper, scotch tapes, bows, tags, bags, and tissue paper - Buy stocking stuffers, don't forget the dog - Buy and wrap gifts for kids teachers, dance teachers, karate instructors, and babysitters - Buy and wrap all kids' presents - Hide all kids presents - Buy and wrap presents for parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, nieces,nephews and in-laws - Pack & address gifts - stand in line at Post Office - Attend at least one cookie swap - attend all Holiday School concerts - Attend all holiday school parties - Make and deliver Christmas cookies to neighbors & friends - Make a gingerbread house with the kids - Buy & fill money holders for garbage man, mailman, bus driver and cleaning lady - Set out milk & cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve - Read "Twas the night Before Christmas" - Fill stockings, set out presents, eat cookies, drain milk, leave crumbs - pass out.

THEN tell me you had  a busy month. ;)

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!!!

I've got my family here through the weekend so I'll see 'yall on the other side.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Quick Decorating Tip

Just a reminder ladies:

When decorating your house for Thanksgiving, think simple and elegant.

"Understated" and "subtle" will convey an aura of sophistication that so perfectly compliments this treasured holiday.

BWD: Blogging While Drugged

If this post is a little incoherent and rambly it's because I'm all hopped up on Sudafed Maximum Strength Severe Cold.

Which, I was just told by my 16 year old stepson, has the same ingredient as crystal meth. 

(Note to self: If I live, look into why he knows that.)

I woke up Saturday morning with one of those über-colds with the coughing and sniffling that you think is going to elicit Code Blue sympathy but really your cough is just annoying the crap out of everyone.

I made a lot of phone calls, 'cause that's where you get the sympathy.

"You sound AWFUL!!!"

" I know...I'b sick."

"Oh my gosh! Can I bring you anything???"

"no...no.....I'b just gonna lie dowd...try to get sub rest.."

Then they tell you who else they know that's sick and I'm all: Can we get back to me?

AND I'd much rather have a stomach bug 'cause then at least I'd lose 3 or 4 pounds from the puking. No such luck.

So....I got nothin. 

But I'll share a couple of pics from Before The Plague:

Friday morning we got SNOW here in PA, so I bundled up Flat Joe and took him outside:

 and Friday night my girlfriends ended up at my house for a few bottles glasses of wine and I saw this the next morning:

You know it's a good party when your friend has left, but her bumper hasn't.

Twilight Zone

OK, for any of my male readers stopping by today, Here:

A picture of Megan Fox.

Now, I need to talk about Twilight.

Went to the movie yesterday with two girlfriends, 3 tweens and 4 eight year olds. 

The lobby of the theater was like an Ugg boot & hoodie convention. There may have been 3 or 4 teenage boys who got dragged there by their girlfriends, but for the most part it was a sea of estrogen, "Team Edward" T-shirts and Diet Cokes. 

When the theater doors were opened, it was a stampede - girls literally running down the aisles to grab the best seats.

For anyone contemplating bringing younger kids, the most inappropriate part were the previews for some scary-ass movies. I pretty much told the 8-year-old to cover her eyes and suck it up. Mommy needs some Edward Cullen.

The movie was very true to the book, possibly a little over-acted and over-dramatized in a few places vs. the erotic subtlety of the novel...but all in all, very entertaining 

and then there's Robert Pattinson.

What. 

Oh! sorry, I was daydreaming. 

They couldn't have cast anyone more perfect, sexy and vampire-y to play Edward. He's completely mesmerizing to the point where you barely notice the slew of other attractive men in the cast. 

Or maybe that's just me: when "James" the evil vampire first appears, shirtless and ponytailed, my 8-year-old whispered, "that's my guy". OK, that's disturbing.

So here's my review summary:

If you've never heard of Twilight, you'll find it well done and entertaining.

If you've read the book, you won't be disappointed.

If you're an twilight fanatic, you'll be ordering your tickets online to go again. 

So I've heard. ;)

News I Don't Understand

Listen. The above title is pretty wide-reaching. But specifically, I need answers to this whole Somali pirates deal.

(Cliff notes: Somali pirates are taking over oil supertankers like nobody's business out at sea.)

First off, I'm not gonna lie. I was a little disappointed that the pirates didn't look like this:

Arrrr. Yo-ho-ho.

But my bigger question is this:

OK, so here's the Somali pirates:

and here's the Supertanker:

 So as far as I can surmise, it went down like this:

Tanker Captain (looking down into water)
Hey! What are you doing?

Pirate: We're hijacking your ship!

Captain: Seriously? How many of you are there?

Pirate: (looks around dinghy) ...Four.

Captain: FOUR? 

Pirate: We had five, but Tswahibi fell overboard.

Captain: Oh. What are your demands?

Pirate: 10 Million dollars and some shoes.

Captain: Why should I let you up?

Pirate: We have guns. And bandanas. And Olujimi has a really big stick.

Captain: (sighs) OK. Hold on, let me get the rope ladder.

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In local news, the guard poodle got a haircut.

True story: the first time she ever got groomed, they brought her out when she was done and I said:

"That's not my dog."

Thoughts from The Womb

(for my niece-to-be...arriving 11/22)

What I know so far:

Four more days and I'll be "done".

Apparently, I'll be living somewhere else then.....

How I'll get there is a mystery to me.

Right now I have eyelashes and fingernails and hair that floats.

When I get out, I'll get teeth and hats.

God gave me  a beautiful Soul, but I'm not supposed to say when.

My Mom's name is "Honey" and my Dad's name is "Babe".

When he comes home, her heart beats faster.

My sisters come right up close to talk to me.

Do they know I put my hand out to touch them?

Things I can do in here: Hum. Think about bunnies.

When I get out I want to go on a Royal Carribean Cruise.

Two things I don't want are freezer burn and gingivitis.

Just a few more days and I'll see Mom's face...

But I already know it's beautiful.