I got an email from a reader last week and they really wanted me to do another “Anonymous secret” post because they have a secret they are dying to let out of the bag. I also have been overwhelmed on FaceBook by people tagging me to do memes. Some bloggers look down on memes, but I don’t.

I LIKE MEMES.

And I have no problem admitting it.

I don’t usually participate in memes or tagged things because, well…I get tagged a lot and then my blog would be nothing BUT a meme or award or tag, ect.  but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy reading or writing or receiving them. I am also a little long winded for the “Meme”, as you can see below.

Still, I find memes an interesting little snippet into the psyche of people who write them.  Besides, I wrote most of it a few weeks ago and comes in handy due to utterly craptastic couple of days, so this is also like pulling a pre-made meal out of my freezer to feed dinner to my family. I just had to write a preface. Awesome.

So, I thought…what the hell? I’ll combine the two. I’ll post 25 things about me and would love to hear something random about you. I’VE MADE ANONYMOUS COMMENTS POSSIBLE so that if you have a secret you want to talk about you can without fear of people knowing who you are.

To save space, I’ll chop it here. If you want to know 25 things about me and leave something interesting about yourself or a secret you have, click “continue reading” to ya know, continue reading. If you don’t well…EFF YOU! I DON’T LIKE YOU ANYWAY, YOU…YOU… MEME SNOB, YOU!!!!! SO PPPPFFFFTHHH!!! (Kidding. Sorta.) Continue reading →

As many of you know, I am MADLY IN LOVE WITH REDNECK MOMMY. Seriously, I love the woman. After going through hell and back, Tanis brought home a five-year-old boy today that is HERS. FOREVER.  HE IS ADORABLE. It all came very fast and the little guy has some special needs so there is quite a bit of scrambling at the Redneck House.

And the internetz is giving her a REDNECK SHOWER to help her celebrate.

Participate by throwing up a nifty button (having issues, will try putting it up laters), linking to the site and stating why and how you are a redneck mommy/daddy to celebrate Tanis’s special brand of parenting. Hee. (Also, if you care to throw some gift love Tanis’s way or donate to a charity in memory of her Little Bug, that would tickle everyone, too)

MY REDNECK MOMMY CONFESSION: I went to WalMart last night to buy Valentines supplies for my son to take to school. I had ratty pigtails, was in flannel pajama bottoms, bra-less,and wearing a wife beater with a ketchup stain and mismatched slippers and an old hoodie of Jon’s because nothing else fits as I’m ginormously pregnant. 

I was half way done and got really tired. Since I was, ya know, at WalMart and already looked the part, I decided to top the night off by sitting down on some patio disply furniture. Where I promptly fell asleep and woke up drooling.  It was an attractive, attractive moment.

My son wandered into my bedroom while I was shut up in the master bathroom after showering and started talking to me through the door.

“Mom?  Why can’t I have Valentines to give out like Christopher?”

“Because you’re in middle school now, and it’s different. You have less homework now but you don’t get recess or big class parties like you did in elementary school. We need to talk about this later. I just got out of the shower and I need to get ready so you have to go out of the bedroom now so I can open the door.”

“AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I AM LEAVING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO SEE MY MOM NAKED!!!!!!!!I WOULD DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS OF TORTURE AND AGONY AND THEN I WOULD HAVE TO SEAR MY EYES OUT WITH MY JEDI SWORD OF DESTRUCTION!!!!!MY EYES!!!!!MY EYES!!!I’M TOO YOUNG TO GO BLIND!!!WHY?!!!!!!! WHY MUST YOU AFFLICT ME SO???!!!!!!!             AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

Um…yeah.

That was such a groovy way to start the day.

It’s not like I want him to go all oedipal and freaky on me or anything. I mean, who wouldn’t gag at the thought of their mother being all nekkid?

(Seriously. Hurl.)

BUT, DUDE!

That was harsh.

HARSH.

And?

It does nothing to counter the feeling that I am beginning to resemble a pregnant Jabba the Hut. Only with a less grody looking tongue and boobs that are apparently like WalMart and growing to the size that they will soon take over the universe.

I still have yet to get ready for the day so I suppose I should go do that now. Since I’m still wrapped in a towel and need to change, y’all might want to cover your eyes. You know, so you don’t have to sear them with your Jedi Sword of Destruction n’ stuff.