Mindbling, Smitty Kitty, and myself (Hot Mama…duh) were the lucky bridesmaids for C.C.’s wedding. Continue reading
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So, I just got home from Topsail, NC. It is paradise. Beautiful, clean beaches. Super nice people. Gorgeous weather. And of course, adorable little bars staffed by tan surfer girls with cute southern accents. Hot Papa was practically drooling all over himself. Continue reading
Most people that know me know that I am not really much of an animal person. I mean don’t get me wrong…kittens and puppies are cute…but I could do without the feeding and the cleaning and the pooping. When we first got our boxer, Sadie, I said to Hot Papa, “It is my job to PET the dog. Nothing else. Not feeding, not walking. Just petting.” Continue reading
Weren’t we all conditioned to believe that talking to strangers is bad? I know that I have beat this idea into my kids brains over and over again. Anyone that you don’t know is BAD. Period. When Smiley ran away from me in the food court in Ross Park Mall and into the men’s bathroom, I nearly had a coronary. I had to send E-man in there after him (no, not even in an emergency will I walk into a men’s room. The words “urinal cake” just do not sit well with me.) E-man dragged him out by the arm. I got down to his level and grabbed his little face in my hand. “Don’t you EVER run away from me again. You SCARED mommy! A bad person could STEAL you!!!!” Continue reading
The Bitches have been very busy. Between jobs, babies, kids, dogs, cats, boyfriends, fiancees, husbands, planning a wedding, and just being generally popular and awesome, it’s hard to find time for anything else. Like blogging. Or exercising. But it’s spring time, and as the season turns over a new leaf, we could all take a lesson and do the same, right? Right. You know I’m right.
Winter is not a good time for Hot Mama. I get the winter blahs in a serious way. I think I must have been some type of woodland creature in my former life because I definitely like to stock up on food for the winter and I would prefer to sleep from January to April. Continue reading