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Addict in training. (I like to start them young)

June 19, 2009 By 10 Comments

*Edit: Added Post Scripts (I know) about who is going to follow who and blah blah blah.

Hi, Bloggity People!

This is Baby Looney Tunes. Not only is this my very first blog post, but I also did my very first tweet today!
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Fullscreen capture 6192009 13034 AMI liked it so much my mom agreed to sign me up for an account!

She thought the idea would help her out, too.

I heard her telling my dad that this way she could let ME talk about most of the baby stuff going on in her life because she was writing and tweeting about me all the time. And that as ADORABLE as I am (and I totally am) not everyone is as in love with me as she is and wants to listen to tweets about me barfing in her hair. (Whatever. I am totally rad. Everyone loves me. Baby barf in hair is just an added plus. It adds protein and fragrance. Dig it.).

This way, those that can listen to baby talk go on and on and on CAN FOLLOW ME .

All the baby info and yammering she wants to do can be done without her having to create a whole separate blog just for me (even though “The Snoring Baby Burrito” would be a groovy blog name) and she can go back to mainly tweeting about her ta-ta’s and other grown up stuff for those who are not baby insane. (Um? What are ta-ta’s? Anyone? Anyone? Fry??? Fry??? Bueller????)

Isn’t my mama smart?

I’m really glad she came up with this. The way that she’s been talking to me like an idiot for the last 4 weeks I was beginning to be very afraid that she had some major brain damage going on.

So? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

FOLLOW ME, yo!

Kisses and barf buckets,

Baby Looney Tunes
(aka-”The snoring baby burrito”)

P.S. I feel bad for my mom. She gets overwhelmed trying to keep up on Twitter because she likes to talk to people and when she tries to follow too many people it makes her eyes start bleeding (or something.) Since I am totally cool and since my mom has been thinking about following everybody who followers her, she’s going to follow everyone I do and see if it makes her small attention span brain explode or if she can pull it off.

P.P.S. And I follow EVERYONE. Except for Porn Spammers. My mom says I’m too young.

P.P.S. Sadly, I think I got my mama’s Post Script gene. Luckily, I also inherited my father’s Vulcan-like control and logic. This way it doesn’t get out of hand to the ridiculous level. WHEW!

Filed Under: Adventures, Bitching, Every Day, Friends, Kids, Serious Things 10 Comments

Moving. Again.

June 18, 2009 By 42 Comments

I’m moving.

I know, I know. We just moved from here only a year ago:
We left an 1100 sq. ft 1910 bungalow with a 1/2 acre, four small bedrooms, no garage, ONE bathroom and a finished basement with outside access and no access from the house above. My parents own it, but we payed the mortgage. We moved so that the company my husband owns with his brothers could use it as it is also commercially zoned.

Then we moved here:
A 1900 sq. ft brand new townhouse with 4 large bedrooms, 2 car oversize garage,a master suite, walk in closet, no pantry absolutely no yard and too small family/dining/and kitchen. (You can see photos of the whole place here)

We have been here a year now and our lease is up. We originally only planned to be here a year to 18 months while we saved for a down payment, drew up house plans and paid off some credit card debt and student loans.

It hasn’t worked out that way and now something has to change.

So, we are moving to this place…
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Filed Under: Bits of Information, Every Day, Kids, Suck 42 Comments

Memo

June 12, 2009 By 32 Comments

Yes, the weird as hell alien baby widget ticker thingy that was counting down my due date has been removed from my sidebar.

About damn time, huh?

The emails and commentary about that thing during the last 9-months has been amusing as hell.

Just so you know. :)

P.S. I also added Aaron to “The Cast” page if you want to investigate and (hopefully) chuckle.

P.P.S. And I’m sticking to ONE post script this time! Can you believe it?!

P.P.P.S. Wait…I just ruined it, didn’t I?

P.P.P.P.P.S. GREAT.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. AND I JUST did a million post scripts in the post I put up, like, YESTERDAY. So, I am now being totally redundant.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. What if that means that I’ve gone stale and can’t think up new material to write about? What THEN?

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Does that mean my blog is doomed to be one of “those” blogs? The kind that get so old and tired only the few faithful stick around until vultures start circling the damn thing just waiting for it to die and be abandoned? You know, the ones that lose their URL and become a site advertising online black jack and porn?

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. AND now I have to be all worried and concerned that weird pervs with gambling issues are going to be coming around from Googling keywords like “where can I play blackjack online and watch porn at the same time?”

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. And what if, say, one of those pervs is like, the 1% out there that are REALLY pervy and do totally grody things like scrape my photos and photoshop obscene things on them and resale them on the black market in south east Asia???

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. And what if it doesn’t just stop there, hmmm??? I mean, what if I and my stolen, modified, black market porn photos make me an underground celebrity with the pervs in South East Asia and someone tracks me down, kidnaps me and I’m sold into white slavery somewhere????? WHAT THEN, I ASK YOU?!

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Great, just GREAT! All I wanted to do is take down some out of date ticker on my blog and now I’m a victim of human trafficking that will end up with some horrible STD like swine flu of the labia.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Which would SUCK.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I really, really, REALLY need to start getting more than 2 hours of sleep a night. And possibly some professional help as well.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Still, if I DO end up as a white sex slave in some god-awful place OR with swine flu of the labia, I am TOTALLY blaming you bastard people who bitched about the weird as hell alien baby widget ticker thingy in my sidebar in the first place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S (Just so you know.)

Filed Under: Bitching, Every Day, Friends, Kids 32 Comments