BugginWord

This Week’s Tweets

BugginWord — Sun, 13 May 2012 08:00:00 +0000

T-minus 40 minutes until DEEP FRIED OREOS. Breakfast of champions, BTW. #
There's nothing quite like a wet stone wall to send an imagination wandering. #
Paul, when I ask you to remind me to do something, I'd rather you not do so by excreting chunks of the post-it where I wrote the details. #
Futility. That'll be the theme for today's exercises. Clearly. #
Seven Months http://t.co/Kdn663Ej #

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Greatest Love (No, Not Whitney)

BugginWord — Fri, 11 May 2012 16:47:40 +0000

Seriously.

These just get more and more embarrassing. But you keep asking for them. So I keep posting them. And in 15 years, Paul is going to be less than pleased that his banana-coated mug was plastered on the internet.

Also? I love Deb. Because she sends me amazing things like this.

And a little unicorn makes any day better. Unless it’s grilled unicorn. That’s just wrong.

Happy Friday! And Mother’s Day. Which? Sounds super bizarre when people say it to me. So I’m just going to wish it to other people.

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An Open Letter to North Carolina

BugginWord — Wed, 09 May 2012 16:47:05 +0000

*sigh*

It’s not a great day to be a North Carolinian, I’m afraid. I have tons to say about yesterday’s vote, but sleep deprivation and coherent sentence structure do not go hand in hand. So instead I’ll share with you this beautiful letter written by my sister-in-law. With the exception of her choice of college basketball team *cough* I agree with every word.

But I’m proud of the 42% of my fellow North Carolinians that voted against hate and bigotry. And I’m awful proud of my sister-in-law.

Dear North Carolina.

I am so disappointed in you. Let me say that this doesn’t come from some Santa Monica, Ca. chick, nor from a gal down in Key West, or even from some urban Manhattanite. It comes from me, a Carolina girl through and through. I was born in the ‘old North state’. My family was among the first land holders along the Black River and my roots in North Carolina go deep into the red clay of my beloved state. I grew up in Charlotte, and Dunn, and Raleigh and Meat Camp, yeah, I’ve seen good portions of the state. I’ve heard the Gullah on the outer banks and Ray Hicks spin stories in Boone. I went to school at UNC-Chapel Hill and I bleed Carolina Blue every April. My wedding was held on the Outer Banks and dogwood blossoms decorated the tables. I love North Carolina.

But today – this moment – this decision, has made me so ashamed. Have we forgotten that we were “First in Freedom” ? Have we forgotten the Mecklenberg declaration that stated that we the people of North Carolina would determine our own destiny? That we were strong enough to stand on our own to embrace our differences, to overcome our differences and stand together. I believe we still can, I hope we still can.

But my belief is a little battered now, a little bruised. Have our hearts been poisoned and turned cold? Despite the evidence I hope not, because I still want to believe that we are what is best of the South. Free from the bigotry and fear and hate that marks so many Southern stereotypes.

I can still hear Charles Kuralt praising us –The near land, the dear land, whatever fate, The blessed land, the best land, the Old North State!
Please, let us be that again.

-Marie Stewart

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This Week’s Tweets

BugginWord — Sun, 06 May 2012 08:00:00 +0000

Mildred practices her ninja skills. http://t.co/dasGzQlg #
Milk blisters? I swear my boobs are just making things up at this point. #
Dear Friday, stop being such a dick. Love, me. #

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The Second Oldest Profession

BugginWord — Tue, 01 May 2012 16:46:51 +0000

Rocco: You look nice this morning.

Me: No.

Rocco: *waggles eyebrows*

Me: No.

Rocco: *jerks head towards bedroom*

Me: No.

Rocco: I didn’t even ask anything yet.

Me: No.

Rocco: Let’s go in the other room and ravage each other.

Me: No.

Rocco: No? Are you sure?

Me: *stare*

Rocco: The boy is entertained on the mat…

Me: That’ll last all of two minutes.

Rocco: That’s enough time for me.

Me: The dishwasher is full, the counter is coated, and he’s wearing the last diaper. I’m not really into “ravaging” while the house is trashed.

Rocco: Maybe we should look into a cleaning person.

Me: I thought you didn’t want to pay for cleaning.

Rocco: I don’t. But I’m happy to pay for sex.

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This Week’s Tweets

BugginWord — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 08:00:00 +0000

I'm going to honor Earth Day by not showering. In fact, I've made it a week long celebration. #
The evening air smells like pumpkins. I didn't sleep walk through summer, did I? #
Dear frozen pizza, why must you burn the roof of my mouth EVERY. SINGLE. TIME? #
I haven't handled this much shit in a single day since I worked in heavy metal. #

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Sweet Uke of Mine

BugginWord — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 16:56:06 +0000

You: Hey, are you ever going to, you know, write stuff again?

Me: Maybe?

You: Seriously?

Me: I’m sort of in the middle of throwing myself a pity party and I don’t like writing those posts any more than you like reading them.

You: So it’s just going to be these half-assed uke videos for the next bit?

Me: Seems like. But since you peeps seem to tolerate mediocrity when there’s a kid or cat involved, I’ll try and work those in, too. Like today’s vid for example….

Have a fabu weekend filled with glitter encrusted wine goblets and peanut butter cups. And ponies. And yodeling midgets. And miles and miles of sleep.

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This Week’s Tweets

BugginWord — Sun, 22 Apr 2012 08:00:00 +0000

It's a grateful kind of day. #
Let's see if I can get some sun on these legs so poor Paul can end his quest to find my knee nipple. #
No, really. It's cool, Paul. You aren't the first guy to be more interested in his own feet than my boobs. #
8:30pm. We've moved from Friday evening to Friday night, right? Yes? Good, because I'm going to bed. #
I had nothing to do with this… http://t.co/0EQ1raDX #

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This Week’s Tweets

BugginWord — Sun, 15 Apr 2012 08:00:00 +0000

6 months. http://t.co/u0UWzK72 #
Someone is sneaking this kid Indian food when my back is turned. There is no other possible explanation. #

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500 Miles

BugginWord — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 16:43:23 +0000

Do you ever find yourself unable to will yourself out of the shower, slowly cranking up the temperature bit by bit in the hopes that either the scalding water or inevitable cold water that follows will force you to flee your warm, quiet cocoon?

Ok, me either.

So it’s not that I don’t try and record a uke video every Friday. I do. They usually just fail miserably. But for kicks, I’m going to go ahead and post this one so you can see what I mean.

Oh, sorry about pulling a J-Lo / Janet Jackson. It happens these days.

Fry. Day. Amen.