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08-07-08

You have stepped into the MoMom Zone.

Imoms Meeting of the Moms is in full swing here in Knoxville, TN. A few highlights:

1. 4 Nipples.

You can find a lot out about a person from their responses to “2 Truths, 1 Lie”. (WHY DOES THE 2:1 Ratio always bring up nightmares of 2 Girls, 1 Cup…Cake

2. “Holy Sh*t, I Crashed my Blog” is NOT proper use of keywords in a title.

Last night I came home from 2.5 glasses of chardonnay (in mommy years that’s two bottles for all you college kiddos out there) to find my blog crashed. Stopped working. My bad. I was playing with new wiki software (wikipedia’s open source) and crashed it all! MUAHAHAHa. Or that’s my excuse. Really, some distraught dooce fan came along and sabotaged it in retribution of my MommyBlogger Groupie Comment. (P.S. Dooce: Still waiting for that signature!) Obviously I fixed it, much to their disdain. kind of.

3. Who the hell is Scott from Philly?

Trying to track down a previous post about setting up a wireless network while drunk (no luck) turned up a random post about some so-called “Scott from Philly” WHO I CAN’T REMEMBER!

4. Whhaaaa?

Sometimes small business owners scare me… I saw this want ad the other day on myspace (first mistake). Second mistake(S):

I am looking for someone part-time who may be willing to work for merchandise. The days and hours will be very sparatic. I am willing to pay in cash for some hours depending on how much I need you (s: really??? “Willing to pay in cash?” You’re swell!). I need someone who is outgoing and reliable (S: which you are sure to get). You must have worked in retail before and have a source of transportation (s: which you won’t be able to afford to use to get here, b/c I DON’T PAY YOU!). I expect a lot from my girls so if you aren’t a hard worker and detail oriented please do not apply. (S: wonders how the IRS works this one out).

“I expect a lot from my girls”… that you won’t pay them and can’t give them reliable hours? Sounds to me like you’ll catch a winner. AND THEN two months later she’ll be whining about how she “can’t get any good help”. YIKES.

5. B: I wonder if they can take a picture of me with my face torn off?

…for my horror movie resume?

I love Bryan. He’s been my brother for ages (just like siblings, we hated each other growing up). Now he is waiting to go in for surgery for a septum that hates him and, while frightened, is in good spirits about it all.

B: How kick ass of a myspace pic would THAT be?