Archive for 2010
The obligatory "One year ago today" post.
Category Abigail, baby business, marriage, motherhood, paparazzi
YESSS. See? I AM funny.
Category blog bidnass
Go ahead and click on this link and tell me who’s #1.
That’s right. MOI.
::does the cabbage patch::
disclaimer: as of 11pm CST on February 28th, I was #1. So…if it changes between now and whenever you happen to read this post I don’t need an email letting me know I’m not. Just let me pretend I’m #1 FOR-EV-ER.
So, I may not be the #1 blog on this site as a whole, but I’m the #1 listing on the humor page.
Wanna know what else is funny? Canadian “music” being showcased at the Olympic Closing Ceremonies. Even the Canadian athletes look bored.
Hey, while you’re reading this – wanna be a peach and vote for me again? I promise a vacay recap and sweaty pics are to follow.
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4 months.
My dear sweet Abigail,
You’re FOUR MONTHS OLD TODAY. Excuse me while I pick my jaw up off the floor.
To celebrate being such a big girl, you decided to show us your new skills – babbling, blowing raspberries and spitting all over your daddy. He couldn’t be more proud of you.
You’re just getting so stinkin’ big. We tried to be away from you for a week while in Mexico and we simply couldn’t stand it. We missed you so much. Never again will we leave you for that long. Or…until we forget how much it sucked being away from you.
Pretty soon you’re going to start teething. And sitting up on your own. And then driving your own car. And then calling me to tell me you met some awesome dude and you’re going to get married and I’ll be all “But what kind of music does he listen to” and then…
Whatever. Point being, you can slow down with the growing up. It’s already going too fast.
Love you much,
Momma & Daddy.
An apology.
Category blog bidnass, I am a moron
Tonight it was brought to my attention through a third party that my actions on a baby board that I frequent made a LOT of people mad, and I was banned from said board for my actions.
God’s honest truth, when I found out this evening why I was banned – I nearly cried.
I’ll put it into context for people who have no idea what I’m talking about. I belong(ed) to a baby board. Believe it or not, drama tends to erupt on said board. I got involved in the drama….I felt and knew that I was right and the moderators were wrong, and got REALLY mad when they took the side of the drama maker. I put an image in my siggy (if you don’t understand this, pull me aside and let me know, I don’t really want to explain what a siggy is) to express my displeasure with the actions of the board moderators and managed to offend a shit-ton of people. My impression was that I was banned because of the language I used against the mods. Turns out it was much more.
It was never EVER my intention to offend people when I chose to boycott the board in that manner. I was EXTREMELY upset and was flying by the seat of my pants, as it were. I have an “edgy” sense of humor to say the least and never for a moment thought that people might take what I posted out of context.
I love everyone. Ask anyone – ANYONE – who knows me and they can attest to this. I don’t have patience for jerks or drama. But I LOVE EVERYONE. Regardless of race, creed, sexual orientation or religious affiliation – WHATEVER…I’m the most kindhearted and accepting person you’ll ever meet. Even if I can outsnark the average bear.
Point being – I’m SORRY. I sincerely apologize to anyone I may have offended. Chances are the people I offended don’t read my blog, but I feel so horribly for having committed such an offense that I feel as though I should issue a public apology. So, here it is. If you need more clarification or want to contact me to discuss the matter further, email me.
I filled the hubs in on what happened, and he said it best. I totally “pulled a John Mayer.”
And I did. Except, I’m not as much of a douchebag (at least I don’t think I am) and hope that my apology is acknowledged as more heartfelt than his. Because it sincerely is.
I need a new bag, right?
Category retail therapy
Okay…good. Now, someone give me $75.
(NO, internets, I am not thinking about the close to 50 purses hanging on the wall in our spare bedroom right now. None of those will do. This is the one I want need.)