Tuesday, October 6

Crowd-Pleasing Ideas

Yup...I think that about covers it for today.
You know who you are.

Monday, September 28

Guzzles McNewbury, et al.

It has been 142 days since I posted a damn thing on this blog or any other (except for a quick hello to Jock 3 days ago).... and people still keep showing up via web searches for things related to fuck/fucking.

I am beginning to feel it is my civic duty as a good American, as an upright citizen, as a middle aged female, and as a prior Girl Scout and member of the boys high school tennis team, to feed the fuck-mad public demand that I created.

Therefore, I would like to formally announce my return to the blog world.
I'm still fucking brilliant and if you don't appreciate that -
Fuck off you Fat fucking bastards.

Saturday, May 9

Sad Little Fuckers, Aren't They?

I've got this Feedjit thingamabob on my blog. It tells me when you all visited, where you visited from, and how you got here - direct link, photo search, google phrase/word search, etc.

The current top link that people visit from is 2008 Weblog Awards - Yes my dear sweet children, yours truly was a finalist in the "Best New Blog" category. Eat your little motherfucking hearts out.

The top photo search that brings the world to my blog is for "Merkins." (See Sunday Brunch and Pubic Decor)

I now will share with you, the top "phrases/words" that bring people to my fucking blog when they do a google search.


1. "Want Fuck."
2. "Fuck fingers."
3. "Famous fuckups."
4. "Fuck off and die."
5. "Fucked up."
6. "Fuck you."
7. "Fuck it."
8. "Fuck me."

You'll notice of course that each one contains the word fuck.

My goal was to get everyone to use the word fuck more often.

My work here is done.

Wednesday, May 6

Yeah Fuck You...I'm Not Dead Yet

I was away from the blogworld again,
participating in a myriad of family events
that lead to the day of my son-in-laws departure
for Afghanistan
with the USMC.
He left last week.
Semper Fi.
Here is a synopsis of that time:
Community Picnic with Main Course being roast pig.
The neighbors took their pot-belly pig to said pig-pickin.
Yes, the pig ate pig.

A photo of my grandson and son-in-law playing during the community picnic.

Same son-in-law, family going-away-party, ice cream cake frosting on face.
Makes you feel just a bit safer, huh?
One of our dogs, Nala, partaking of a massive bone.

Meet my granddaughter, Harlo.
She is still being processed.
She is due to arrive in early August.
Son-in-laws wife,
grandson's mother,
granddaughter's mother,
and my oldest baby.

For all of you who hoped it, wished it, and prayed for it,
Fuck you, I'm still here and didn't die.
I'm still fucking brilliant as well.
Lest any of you forget.

Wednesday, March 11

Life's Little Fucking Pieces of Reality

This man is my son-in-law.
This photo was taken 3 months ago
On his 22nd birthday.

In less than 60 days

He will be in Afghanistan.

Between now and then, my daughter and son-in-law need to buy a home, move into it, write their wills, and make arrangments 'just in case,' amongst many other things.

My daughter will be giving birth to their second child in August. Her husband's tour of duty in Afghanistan will be a minimum of 10 months, so he will miss the majority of the pregnancy, the delivery and the first few months of his child's life.

US Marines give up alot to serve their country.


I offer no humor in my 'humor blog' today.

I only ask that you think kindly of our soldiers and wish them well.

They Serve to Live

And Live to Serve.


Semper Fi

Sunday, March 8

Babies and Hoes, Thats What Its All About!

I trolled the internet, hoping to find something with the word "fuck" in it, regarding Daylight Savings Time (which for you non-americans, happens today in the US). I emerge victorious, as usual, because once again, I am fucking brilliant.

I also happen to have learned something new from these images regarding the time change, and it is my duty as a good American to inform you of the same.

I hope you find these as amusing as I do!

I hope you all have a marvelous fucking day.
Or a day of fucking marvelously.
Your choice.

Saturday, March 7

People Are Bastards

This is what we do to our dog when we are bored.
We are bastards you see.
And we love it.