Random Tuesday Thoughts – I Hate Yams | Momspective

Feb
02
2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts – I Hate Yams

Go Random. Go To The Un Mom. Right Now. Well, Read This First.

I was going to say something stupid and Popeye-ish but I hate Popeye.  I am who I am.  Hence the “Yam” reference in the title.

I’ve been really struggling the past few weeks because I’ve been getting A LOT of media attention I may or may not deserve and I’ve actually been directing a lot of it over to The Wii Mommies, my other fantastic health/fitness site that I founded with some beautiful hotties but in doing do, I’m killing my own numbers.

Most of these media outlets list both anyway and I love it but I write (and talk – constantly) like a person who’d be born if a trucker and a sailor mated and tossed me out of them.

Wait about one day and you’ll see a very offensive comment left by my father that I will find hilarious and would have wanted to write  myself but because of integrity I’m supposed to possess, am going to let his mind take that tasty nugget and do with it what he pleases.

So any who, I know there are A LOT of people coming to this site.  A lot of what I’m going to assume are rather conservative people.  People who are not like my typical readers who enjoy the hysterectomy/lack of pooping trash posts I write.

This isn’t random enough hold on.

I went into Target and had one of the most enjoyable moments of my life.  Head held high, shoulders back, I proudly approached a Target employee and said “I need to get my 22 month old a leash, do I go to the kids section or the pets area?”

Hells yes, people.  You try flying with him.  Seriously.  I can’t.

No one has really told me I need to tone it down, but I know me.  I get a little wild.  I am freaking HILARIOUS.  I never read (or proofread) what I write.  Eventually, a few months down I’ll need to find a post and instead of searching within my site because my search function sucks (comment me a WP Plugin that doesn’t suck), I just Google my post and find it.  Sometimes I’ll see another one listed and I don’t remember writing it because I rarely pay attention to what I type and I’ll take a gander and not only laugh hysterically, but I feel like I’m reading something someone really freakin funny wrote.

Not reading my work, watching my TV appearances or reading print about me a policy I’ve stuck to for the 16 years I’ve been published.  I find too many errors with either what was said (like I couldn’t convey my statement properly), or I hate the way I look.

I don’t think it’s fair that men can have an all in one shampoo and body wash.  I want women to have a shampoo/conditioner/body wash that can also give me bubbles to shave my legs.  If it would dry me off and style my hair, I’d appreciate that as well.

Notice I haven’t dropped a single F Bomb?  What do I do?  Who am I?  I’m clearly capable of writing well without being crude but I ENJOY being crude.  If I tone it down, the cash flow’ll rise, so there’s motivation, but I feel like I’ll be cheating myself – not you – because you could give a shit (whoops, poopy) because you love me, remain faithful and laugh at what I say.  Casey may have issue with this, she likes F-Bombs.

My four year old was talking so much the other day, Captain Creativity wisely said, “You’re about to take a long trip to your Grandmothers for the entire month.  You’d better conserve your voice so you can talk to everyone there without losing it”.  WITHOUT QUESTION, THAT WAS THE MOST BRILLIANT STATEMENT EVER SPOKEN.   He whispered for a solid hour.

What do you think I should do?  Should I risk losing potential readers who wouldn’t like my unique “Momspective”, therefore losing possible revenue or do I go back to my vulgarity I have the most fun with?  I know you guys and what you’ll say, but just imagine if it was you.

I’m sitting naked at a desk in Miami writing this as fast as I can so I can get some kind of color at the pool before I party my ass off (professionally, of course, I’m media) at Madden Bowl, the HARDEST event to get into.  Gimme an “Oh snap” and slap me on the ass.

I guess I’m not completely gone…

Did I mention I’m hilarious?

Look for a potential, more detailed bitch fest about this Thursday.  I’m not trying to be a tool but I trust all of you, I’m wicked tired and I need content because all the content I have planned I’m slapping into next week after I finish my vacation here.

Click on the button on the top.  Go see Keely.  I don’t have the strength to hyper-link today but that image is and she is worth every penny you won’t have to spend to read her, because reading blogs is free.  She started this.  Don’t blame me.

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