Bring On the Catwalk: Part 2

Well, the fashion show was a raving success! I had a great time, and I got the opportunity to meet many wonderful people in the process. I couldn't snap too many pictures due to rehearsals and generally getting prepared for showtime. There was, however, a photographer that was everywhere throughout the show, and I was promised I'd receive copies of her work.

I did manage to get a group picture with the models I was working with that day. There were others in different sections of the show, but they weren't nearly as cool as our group! ;)

Pictured below: Our garment rack/changing area. If we pooled of all the shoes together and pawned em'...I could pay off my house and have some money left over to buy back one of the rhinestones that fell off my stilletto's.

They really were a great bunch. I've worked with all but one of the girls on previous occasions. The woman in the lime-green print dress was a great friend and patron of GIGI's boutique (which means that she-or her husband- is LOADED $$$) and I'd never met her before Wednesday's show. She was really sweet though!

At least I didn't feel like the senior citizen in this fashion show. Which is funny, because our audience primarily consisted of baby boomers and older, Red Hat Society Members, and I think I even recognized a few Dancing Grannies while I was working the runway!

I was also made to wear the most expensive pair of sunglasses that will never be on my face again. They were a phenomenal pair of Fendi's and the stylist grabbed my arm as I was scurrying off to take my place in line, as I was next up on stage.

She said, (in a very tall, sexy, blonde, Russian way), "I vant you to take the glasses off halfvay down de' runvay, jus don't drop zem beautiful...they cost $800.00"

And here, I bitch at my husband for buying a pair Oakley's that cost 150 bucks...of course, he always manages to lose them too! I was very careful with my borrowed pair of Fendi's, and though I did take them off on stage, I don't remember doing it, and I don't remember how I hung onto them either. No harm, no foul, right?

A "local" celebrity was also modeling in the fashion show for fundraising purposes. Mark Baden, Cheif Meteorologist (and cutie) at WISN Channel 12 News, was happy to don a very Orange, spring-like suit in the "Tribute to Aida" fashion show.

FYI: I saw him changing between runs...very nice, Mr. Weatherman! Very nice Indeed!

My favorite garment by far, was the one I wore in the finale (pictured above). I wanted to strike a deal with GIGI's on it, so I could wear it for my sister-in-laws wedding in Jamaica. There are currently only two of these dresses that the designer has made, and I was told I would be given a 10% discount if I purchased it. Though, I just can't rationalize paying more for my dress than I will for my plane ticket and lodging in Jamaica. But hey, the dress is still cheaper than the sunglasses!

When I recieve the professional pics, you can bet I'll have them up here for you to poke fun of!

Bring on the Catwalk baby!

After a l---o---n---g weekend of celebrating both, my husband's birthday and our daughter's birthday, I've recouped just enough to shift gears back into my frame of mind for work.

Sounds exciting, I know.

Though I am excited about the runway show I'm modeling in tomorrow. This particular runway show is to showcase the latest designs carried by GIGI's of Mequon
The event is going to be held at the Bradley Pavillion, in conjunction with the Performing Arts Center (PAC). The show itself is entitled, The Florentine Opera Club's, "Three Sopranos Sing Into Spring" Fashion Show Luncheon with Tribute to "AIDA"
Sorry to disappoint you men, but I don't think Tony will be one of the Sopranos who will be preforming either.

I feel bad saying I don't know who AIDA is, but if what I was designated to wear in the show,
are AIDA designs...then I'm a new fan, because the garments are absolutely amazing!

I'll try and snap some pics in between runs and I'll post them up here for you vulchers tomorrow.
If you're in the area and would like to take in a fashion show and see your favorite blogger (me) in full-on runway action, go here and click on "events" for ticket information.
Wish me Luck...it's been a while since I've been in front of a couple hundred people staring at me. Of course, besides on my blog, that is.

Happy Birthday Madison!

Try to look at this post like the "E TRUE HOLLYWOOD" Stories. First hand accounts, with factual information spread throughout. Granted, most of you won't be interested in educating yourselves about the day my daughter was born, but it was important for me to document this on her first birthday. So you're welcome to comment on my story if you'd like or share your own experiences if you prefer. It's not often that I do the "mommy blog" stuff, only when it really holds special value to me. The following is a shining example of that sentiment.


At this very moment (9 am), 365 days ago, I was at West Allis Memorial in the Woman's Pavillion preparing to meet my daughter for the first time. I already knew she was rambunctious and had big feet from the way she was kicking me inside.

April 19th was the estimated due date that Dr. Caldwell had given us, which made sense because it meant Kevin and I had sex around our Anniversary. Go figure.
As my due date fast approached, I wanted to make damn sure this baby didn't pull any
"over due" tricks on me.
It's bad enough my bills are always over due, my kids don't have that kind of clout yet. With Vinny, his due date was November 17th and he was born on the 22nd, of June. Just kidding, I wanted to see if you were paying attention. With the 1st baby, they say they won't let you go anymore than 2 weeks past your due date before they induce you.
What does it mean to induce labor?
If your labor hasn't started on its own, your practitioner can use certain techniques to bring on (or "induce") contractions. She can use some of the same procedures to augment, or speed up, your labor if you stop progressing for some reason. According to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control, about one in five births in the United States is induced.
Well 2 weeks was TOO long for me to wait for Mr. Vinny, so I reluctantly agreed to give Vin 5 more days before I evicted his ass. As it turned out, I needed to be induced anyway cause Vinny was a no show. All Dr. Caldwell had to do was assist in breaking my water.
• Rupturing the membranes.
If your cervix is at least a few centimeters dilated, your practitioner can insert a small, plastic hooked instrument into it and break your bag of waters. This procedure causes no more discomfort than a vaginal exam. If your cervix is very ripe and ready for labor, there's a small chance that this alone might be enough to get your contractions going. If that doesn't happen, your practitioner will give you the drug oxytocin (Pitocin) through an IV. Once your water has broken, most practitioners will want you to deliver within the next 12 to 24 hours because the risk of infection for you and your baby increases over time.
Yeah, 12-24 hours my tail feathers! Vinny was born approximately 60 minutes later. Start to finish, 5 full pushes, 3 half pushes...don't ask me what the difference is cause it all feels the same.
So after that, Addy was diagnosed with having a condition known as "Precipitous labor"
Precipitous Labor
What is it?
A labor that is less than 3 hours from start of contractions through birth. (yeah, thats me!)
How Common is it?
Probably less than 5% of births (I do not have exact statistics). The rates for first time moms are much lower than the rates for women who have given birth before. (didn't stop me!)
Why is it a problem?
Emotionally stressful for the family: (No, not for family, for ME)panic, fear, sense of being out of control. Intense contractions can be very painful (YEAAAHH), and there’s often no time for medication (Thanks for that info NOW).
Some risk of damage to the baby’s head (Vinny had a cone head)and to the mother’s perineum. (Yes. And we'll just leave that one alone)
What can you do to help prevent it?
Cocaine use is clearly associated with precipitous labor. (Thats new to me, and NO I don't do crack) Poor nutrition might be associated.(ok I can vouch for that one)
Beyond those, it appears to be a combination of anatomical issues: small babies,
(Vinny was 8lbs 2oz, 22 in long, hardly small) large bony pelvises(guilty as charged), or soft, pliable genital tissue.
What can you do about it? (RUN! RUN AWAY AS FAST AS YOU CAN!)
If your labor begins with very rapid, intense contractions that cannot be managed with comfort techniques, call your caregiver. Go to the hospital immediately. Whenever possible, lie on your side, rather than standing or sitting.
If you feel your body pushing and you cannot stop it,(WHICH I DID) or if you or your partner can see the baby’s head at the vaginal opening,(Which he did) call 911 and request assistance and advice.
Now that you're up to date on all of my medical conditions, lets get you up to speed with Miss Madison's big debut. Ok, so we've already concluded that my body has a hard time wanting to go into labor (smart body) but once it does, there's no stopping it. And the fact that it's extremely painful and fast doesn't give me much of a window for pain management, meaning The Epidural.
What is an Epidural?
A needle is placed between the vertebrae into a space called an epidural space. Medication is then placed into this space. A small catheter is then threaded through the needle into the space and the needle withdrawn. The catheter is left in placed and taped so that it does not move. You can then be given a continuous small amount of medication or be given a bolus dose when you begin to have pain. An epidural relaxes the pelvic muscles and the nerves are bathed in the local anesthetic medication which causes an insensitivity to pain. You will still feel the pressure of the contractions and the urge to push. After the baby is born, the catheter is removed.

With Vinny, by the time the idiot Anesthesiologist got there and was ready to insert the largest needle I've ever seen, directly into my spine (which I was totally cool with by that point and believe me I HATE, HATE needles) Kevin barely had enough time to cower and hide in the corner, because I then TOLD everyone the baby was coming. They didn't believe me, until they looked down and SAW Mr. Vinny looking like, I can only imagine, Jack Nicholson in THE SHINING..."HERE'S JOHNNY!"
Vinny beat the doctors to his own delivery, we shouldn't have had to pay for them! We even had to pay for the god damn epidural that I wasn't given!

I heard the nurse say, "Dr. Caldwell is 15 min out".
"Well, Thats too long!" The other paniced nurse shouted, "This baby is right here"
"The back up Dr. is on his way in 5 minutes, ok sweetie" the nurse tried to calm me down when she looked to be more nervous than I.
The "back up Dr." just doesn't sound comforting to begin with, but it didn't matter. Osama could've been in that room and the only thing I would've wanted him to do was catch. Vinny also beat the back up doc, so kudos to him! And he pee'd on the nurse. Hee hee.

So here I am, going into round 2, less than a year- and- a-half later with all of this knowledge. I was terrified because I knew what was going to happen.

Though with Madison, the estimated due date was April 19th and Dr. Caldwell was a good enough man to say, "Why wait! Come in on the 19th and you'll have your baby". He too, already knew what to expect, so this time, he only went down the hallway of labor and delivery, so he wouldn't be late for this birth too. The primary nurse with us that day was also skeptical of my speedy deliveries. She seemed to be one of those nurses whose seen it all, with the gray bun on her head to prove her experience. I thought to myself, "Lady, I'm not like Mr. McFeely, I AM Mrs. McFeely"- "SPEEDY DELIVERY!" You get it??? Mr. McFeely... the postman... on Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood? He would always say "Speedy Delivery!" God you people are pathetic.

So Doctor Caldwell, once again, broke my water, no pitocin needed, he then left the room and waited at the nurses station for the show to begin. Meanwhile, our doubting head nurse was asking me to rate my pain on a scale of 1-10 (1 being little to no pain, 10 being the finger of God) I said I was about a 3. I was actually like a 1, but I knew if I said that, she would want to make me wait longer for the epidural, when I KNEW things were going to change very rapidly. She asked if I wanted a...and before she could finish, I jumped in and said, "yesIwantanepidural!!!" She said she would alert the anesthesiologist, and left the room.

We also had a student nurse in the room with us, observing a "normal birth" for credit in her class. She was very nice and concerned. By the book, would be a good way to describe her because she had no other experience. Well, the head nurse left, and approximately 5 minutes later, terrible contractions came on, and only the student nurse was in the room. She ran out to get help, leaving Kevin to be my coach. He really was great, both times. He did learn that when I'm feeling extreme pain or sickness, I don't like to be touched-at all, and he reinforced those rules when Madison was being born.
When the nurses did come to my aid, they talked me through my contraction and let me know when it was subsiding, as they can monitor them with a machine. No disrespect to technology, but I could fuckin' tell when one was comming on or subsiding. The student nurse gently rubbed my leg and whispered that I was doing a great job. Kevin politely intervened and said "Uh, she doesn't like to be touched." I felt a kinda' bad, but Kevin was really helping me as I didn't have the energy to say it myself.
I did manage to mutter to Kevin for him to find out where Epidural man was hiding, as I didn't think I had much time left before Madison was busting out of her cocoon.
We were assured that I would recieve the epidural very soon. My contractions became VERY strong and less than a minute apart when the drug dealer of my dreams waltzed through the door. As I was struggling through the pain of my child wedging her way through my pelvic cavity, "Dr. Quinn" was attempting to explain to me, the potential down sides to this medication.
"You'll lose feeling from the waist down and may not regain it for several hours, making it impossible to get up"
"If the neural sac is punctured, you may become paralyzed and...."

YES YES YES....just plug the shit in my back!
By the time he was done jabbering, Maddy decided it was time to check out of hotel mama, so ONCE AGAIN, Addy went Au' Natural with child birth. 2 for 2!
The head nurse couldn't believe it as she checked me only to find that, just like Vinny had, Maddy was comin' ---ready or not. She ran over to the intercom and was franticly pushing the red button to alert the nurses desk where Dr Caldwell was waiting.
"Dr Caldwell! Dr. Caldwell! We need you NOW! Dr. Caldwell!" Even in my anguish, I had to laugh at the sight of her on that intercom. Dr. Caldwell came into the room with this calm look on his face, looked down at my crowning daughter, and said with a smile, "You're doing great Adrianne, you don't even need me here!"
"Great" I sighed.
About 5 or 6 pushes later, Miss Madison had made her way into this world. Her first great battle in this life, and it only took her 40 minutes to conquer! When the other nurses rushed Madison away to clean her off and take her stats, the head nurse looked over at Dr. Caldwell, who was still tending to me, and she shook her head and said,
"Well Scott (Dr. Caldwell) you were right, that was precipitous labor!"

He just looked at her and grinned, "I know, I told you so!"

Madison was 7lbs 11oz (lucky 7 11) and 20 in long.
She was born at 10:11 am (my water broke at 9:40 am)
It was kinda funny for that student nurse though...when her instructor came in to check on how "mom was doing with labor", she entered the room to find me holding Madison, all bundled up, and the room had already been cleared of excess monitors and staff. "What's going on?" She thought she was in the wrong delivery room. The student explained that she didn't even get enough notes because it went so fast. The instructor looked at me and said, "You still look great, your make up is perfect and you're not even sweating?!!"
I replied, "Well I knew my husband would take embarrassing pictures, so I wanted to be prepared."
The instructor looked at her student and told her that she shouldn't get use to experiences like this one because they don't happen often. Well, little girls like Madison don't come around often either.













One year. It goes by in an instant.



Happy Birthday Baby.

Breaking up with Stormtroopers is hard to do.

I've just taken my last trip over to Subject 2 Change. It appears my comments are not welcome in Aarons narrow sighted world. Sure, I still love him to death, but we can agree to disagree that he's become a blog snob. It's like high school again. And I never chose sides, I peacefully co-exhisted with nerds, jocks, gang bangers, hootchies, potheads and virgins.
Aaron has become the stereotypical story of, "I was a nerdy freshman, but now I'm a cool junior" set to blogger standards.
Don't get me wrong, he's still my friend outside of this place. His wit and humor is enlightening to me. He's always welcome in my home and in my life, but until I'm allowed to speak my mind openly in his fixed forum arena (whether the comments are slightly irrelevant or not) I will not give him any more publicity or traffic. And I know he's used to seeing my name on his stat counter at least 10-12 times a day!
The last thing I will, however, mention about him, is for his most recent post where you will notice a large Storm Trooper's Head, and it's pink none-the-less, that sticks out on his blog like a sore thumb.

I was curious, so I clicked on the link Aaron provided that was supposed to explain why he'd elected to post a pink storm trooper so proudly on his site. I understand the nerd factor, hell, that's me too, but why now?
The link took me to none-other-than, The Spotted Horse 2. A well known and well followed blog, and was also Aaron's last guest on his podcast show.

*A little side note about that podcast just for the record: This time, Jenna interacted, asked good questions, did not sound as though she was hacking up a hairball into the mic, and wasn't nearly as breathy as she had been in past podcasts. It seems constructive critism has won the day again!

Anyhoo, back to the Spotted Horse 2.

Chris' explaination of the Storm Trooper dealt with the fact of letting "outsiders" know what they're all about. Chris wanted:

"outstate Repubicans (to) see what its like to be a

SouthEast Wisconsin Conservative Stormtrooper"

He then went on to say,

"First you must understand who we

brain dead storm trooper are ruled by"

Where as Chris had a pic of Darth Vader displayed and he further explained,

"We soldiers of the empire call him Lord Vader

you outstate republicans can call him Charlie Sykes"

Then I started to get a little nervous. I know it was somewhat of a joke to combat against some other republican idiots that were bashing our WI GOP supporters fair ways of life...but comparing Sykes to Vader? Do you think that will help good ol' Charlie's career?

In an attempt to unify Wisconsin rightie's that are so far right on the map, they're really Rhode Island, Chris urged all those in agreeance with him to support the cause,

"If you are a SE Wisconsin Conservative Stormtrooper

put this Helmet on your sidebar as a flag to our outstate friends."

So thats where Aaron's inspiration came from to post the Storm Trooper on his blog.

While I can't say that I'm a SE Wisconsin Conservative Stormtrooper, I do encourage the act of showing other states that we unify together to show support of our fellow statesmen, even if we do not share that same ideals.

So with that said, I'd like to introduce you to my new representative, "Ja-Hut".

That's what he goes by these days. Ya' know, Like Ja' Rule

Certainly not a good guy, because there are no good guys in politics, but also not as bad as Vader. I look at it this way, if I follow Jabba, I'll get to keep my left hand, or shall we say "wing" and the slave outfit isn't so bad either. Carrie sure can't wear it any more after

Episode III. You know how I have a thing for those mafia types anyway.

As for Aaron, I can get all of the updates on his blog when his girlfriend calls me to bitch about him! Its a win-win situation! Taking his place on my sidebar until a peaceful resolution can be created between Aaron and me, is a very fitting stand-in. One of which will remain on my sidebar for a long time to come. Let's give it up for... WHAT LIBERAL BIAS?

Welcome to my blog!

Non-violent protest on fellow bloggers. Thats why this thing was created right?

Love ya' Aaron! I hope to hear from you soon!

Easter Bunny Busted for Brawlin'

I heard about this story today while on my way to work. Bob & Brian (102.9 The Hog) have a way of making my heart happy with their informative stories, so I wanted to spread the easter cheer with all of you.


APRIL 17--A Florida mall dispute ended Saturday night with the arrest of the Easter Bunny on battery charges. The rambunctious rabbit (aka Arthur McClure, 22) was nabbed after he allegedly struck a mall visitor who beefed about the early closure of a photo line on which kids and parents waited for a snapshot with the cuddly character. According to Fort Myers Police Department reports, patron Erin Johansson complained to the Easter Bunny's assistant (Crystal Frechette, 25) and the two women began to argue. That's when Frechette (who's married to McClure) allegedly punched Johansson in the face. At that point, the report notes, the 280-pound McClure removed his costume's head and joined the fray, clocking Johansson in the back of her head. McClure and Frechette, pictured below in Lee County Sheriff's Office mug shots, were each charged with two misdemeanors for their alleged roles in the brawl. McClure's occupation is listed as "Easter Bunny" on the arrest report, which also notes that he has a bear head tattooed on his right arm.
Story curtosy of The Smoking Gun

Now let me get this straight, someone HIRED these two pieces of trailor trash, and entrusted them with the authority to handle our children?!?!

I think there should've been some additional arrests made on the management at the mall in Florida.

Because no bunny suit in the world could make this sap sucker cute and cuddly.

You don't gnome me!

This little garden gnome comes to us curtosy of Johnny Dangerously. Johnny thought it would be nifty to utilize his dual degree's in electrical engineering and computer science to import a rather strange picture of my big mug onto this cheeky gnome. It's supposed to represent the garden gnome that will travel with us on our trip to vegas this July.
He requested that I share this with all of you on my blog, so here it is. I have to admit, my ass looks better cast in resin.

To once again quote the timeless lyrical prodigy, Sir Mix-A-Lot:
"Gnomie got back!"

Addy's hot tubin' infomercial part 2

Well, I'm back to fill you in on the post that, I'm sure, left you on the edge of your seats. On Tuesday, I wrote about an informercial I'm going to be in for Neutrogena's new line of body care products.

Tuesday began with me in a hot tub...just as I had promised.
I originally thought it was going to be an "outdoor" hot tub shot. You know, me, maybe a few girlfriends or one hot male model and a glass of bubbly (I mean my husband when I say hot male model... yeah, thats what I mean) But what it turned out to be... was me, in this hot tub that belonged to the woman that owned this BEAUTIFUL home in Pewaukee, and it was meant to look like I'm indulging myself in this luxurious bubble bath. Which meant I had to look like I was naked. I was a little anxious at first, being that I had my bikini top pulled down so far that it wasn't really a "Top" anymore. There were two camera guys on the set and luckily they made me feel comfortable. I then had to "act" like I was enjoying myself and caress my arms and elbows with the bountiful mounds of bubbles. I can say that there have been times where I've been slightly more uncomfortable, like when I gave birth...but hopefully my face won't convey my nerves. I did sink into my element quickly though and finished up the rest of the scenes with confidance.

Then yesterday, I was asked to return to film more scenes for the infomercial. One of the scenes in particular made me more nervous than the hot tub. I had to repeatidly wash my face over and over, demonstrating the "exfoliating power" of some weird double sided, face scrubby pad thingy. After about 9 takes, the scrubby pad began to irritate my skin and it looked like I was breaking out, so I'm sure thats going to look super dooper on a wide screen TV.

All turned out well in the end. My elbows are silky soft, cuticles are moisturized, pores are clean and my T-Zone is balanced. Is was the perfect day at the spa, only I was being recorded by strange white men and being watched by a group of complete strangers! It was a great time.

The Infomercial itself is said to air on the LIFETIME CHANNEL, you know, television for women. So most men know that by simply tuning into the Lifetime channel, your testicles will shrivel up and fall off, only to hit the floor and shatter into a cloud of dust. So I don't have to worry about perverts peepin' on Addy.
I'm sure it will be on between the hours of 11pm and 3 am so program your T-VO to record all the shit you only watch when you're binge drinking or working 3rd shift at Webbs...cause that's where I'll be.
When I find out more, I'll be sure to share the info!

View a new preview here!!!

It's Tax Time!

Does your noggin swell and throb when you try to grasp where all of our tax dollars are going?

This clip from a newspaper (and no, it's not The Onion) can help to explain this quiery:

THIS YEAR U.S.

CITIZENS WILL

DOLE OUT ALMOST

50% OF EACH

TAX DOLLAR FOR WAR,

OR $429 BILLION FOR

PAST MILITARY

EXPENSES, $563 BILLION

FOR CURRENT MILITARY

EXPENSES AND

AN ESTIMATED $100 BILLION FOR

WARS ON IRAQ AND AFGHANISTAN

And to think I was excited to get back $500 bucks!

Happy Birthday to my April Homiez!

Go Aries, it's yer birfday! Go Taurus, It's yer birfday!, it's yer birfday it's yer birfday!

I thought it would just be easier to combine all of my friends birthday's into one ginormic post, otherwise I'd have to write one practically every damn day just to keep up.

First, Danno kicks off the month of April. Danno was born on a bright April morning before time was being recorded, but I bet we can find some Dead Sea Scrolls that might help us peg a definite date of birth.

Then, Johnny takes the reigns and runs away with being the only friend of mine that had his early April birthday honored with the right to dress like a large meat product bound in an intestinal casing.

Kelly defines the middle of the month when she graced this planet with her exhistance. I'm sure her mom thought she could get out of paying taxes that year if she said she was in the hospital having a stupid baby.

Only 2 days after Kelly celebrates another trip around the sun, my little girl Madison will experience one the most significant birthdays she'll never remember, besides her 21st of cousre. Madison will be 1!!!!

And Finally, another 2 days after we celebrate my baby girls birthday, my wonderful husband, Kevin, will celebrate another year he's greatful to have me!
(I'm kidding honey, I know you're not greatful)
I wasn't able to give him much last year... because I was still in the hospital after so generously giving birth to his second child. Well, at least this year I can give him a quicky if I'm too broke to buy him something.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
I LIVE IN A ZOO
VINNY THINKS HE'S A MONKEY
AND MADDY GRUNTS LIKE ONE TOO!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS! MUCH LUV FROM ADDY!

Addy's on a roll, IMAGINE THAT!

The video above is a creative audio mashup of our fearless leader singing John Lennon's "Imagine That"

This is about as much of a political statement as I'm allowed to make without giving away my
"G-14 classified" identity.

This video gave me more trouble to post than I had anticipated, so I'll leave this at the top of my blog and you'll just have to scroll down for new daily posts.

Prince Harry may be deployed to Iraq

London - Britain's royal family turned out in force on Wednesday to watch Prince Harry, widely known as the "royals' wild child," graduating as an officer from the elite Sandhurst military academy.

Prince Harry, known for his party lifestyle, weakness for girls and clashes with intruding photographers, is due to join the Blues and Royals, a regiment of the Household Cavalry, after his graduation.

One of his senior commanders, Major General Sebastian Roberts, said on Wednesday it was "eminently possible" that Harry could find himself serving in Iraq or Afghanistan within 12 months.

Harry, in an interview marking his 21st birthday last September, has made it clear that
he wants to "fight for his country" like any other soldier.

He is expected to become troop commander of an armoured reconnaissance unit in Dorset, south-west Britain, which will almost certainly mean that he would be sent into action at some point.

Well, if one of the leading contenders to the throne of England is good enough to have his prissy ass sent over to Iraq or Afghanny, and his family supports that, why not the Bush twins? Or at least Jenna, Since shes the more manly of the two.




And they say Prince Harry is a wild child! She's a twig off the old Bush

More useless info on Prince Harry here

Broke Back Debt Clock

In three years, the "National Debt Clock," an electronic billboard in Manhattan that continually flashes the growing national debt, won't have enough digits to do the job.

The debt now stands at $8.3 trillion and will hit $10 trillion in 2009,

but the sign can flash only up to $9,999,999,999,999.

new york times

Thank you Mr Bush for your contribution to our country!!!

Now my great-great-great grandchildren will have something

to remember him by.

My source? None other than The Daily Nooz

Addy's Hot Tubin' Infomercial

Rub a dub dub, Addy's in a hot tub for a Neutrogena Infomercial!!!

Check back later for details, I've gotta go dry off.


Click here for a preview

PS... turn up the sound for maximum results

Puss & Boobs

We're all familiar with the feline fairytale character, Puss in Boots, right?
Well meet "Puss" and "Boobs".
Hopefully the pervs aren't too disappointed when thier google search brings them here!

Just enough cleavage to be funny. Dats' the way I likes it.

Boobs of Interest

Since there seemed to be SO much commotion over the fact that I posted a photo of my assets on my own blog, I thought I'd take a cue from the Mayor and post some other rackage for you to guess who these belong to. Scroll down to reveal who our mystery bra model is.

No, it's not a celebrity.

And NO, it's not me when I was breast feeding.

Actually, I think you might be pleasantly surprised with the results. Or you may be even more disgusted with me, at which point I'd say,
"screw you and the little wooden boat you floated in on"

This is one of those "things" every little boy prays their mom will forget about once they're old enough to want to get laid. Poor little bugga'

And WHO put that kiss mark there?!? Yucky.

What's more important are the involvement of the scissors and that wooden spoon? Hmmm...

but he does fill out that B cup well!

Canadian Obsession?

One of my new favorite places to visit, is a blog entitled
Where am I going and why am I in ths Handbasket? You've probably seen it on my sidebar as I was compelled to add it the first day I ran into "Mama Tulip".

I think I'm developing some sort of OCD for Canadians, as it turns out that my favorite new blog also originates from our neighbor to the North. First, of course was Mitchieville, and we all know that story by now. Though Mama Tulip's blog does not differ that greatly from the "toungue-in-cheek" stylings that I love about the Mayors place, their topics of interest couldn't be farther apart.

The latest post on ,"Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket?" deals with Mama Tulip's darling daughter, getting into special lotion. It's MORE than worth taking a glimpse! I've been impressed with her site each time I visit, which is anytime I enter the blogosphere. I relate to her because I too, suffer the pains and celebrate the joys of motherhood right along with her. But even if you're NOT a mama, you'll enjoy her insight and humor.

If you are contimplating having children, both of these comically genieus blogs will steer you to your appropriate path in life. To be fair, The Mayor of Mitchieville also has children he talks about from time to time (when he's not posting pictures of other peoples trunkage or rackage) and he makes sure to address which ones are legitimate so there's no confusion to his cherished readers.

Bringing people together, thats my middle name

I just had a wonderful conversation with my great friend Kelly. We got a chance to catch up and to vent about life, as we have done for the past 15 years we've known each other.

Kelly told me that her beau, who is also the creative mind behind the blog, Subject 2 Change, none-other-than Mr. Aaron himself, had a very intriguing guest on his latest podcast interview. I had not yet "plugged into" this form of blogging, as I've just barely mastered posting links on my blog. I didn't feel I was technologiclly prepared to deal with the aftermath of physically speaking to people. Though, Once I heard that Aaron's guest was The Mayor of Mitchieville my ears were open to this experience.
I was now obsessed with the mere idea of hearing the Mayor tear apart the ways of our simple country, as he so elloquently does from the comfort of his Maple Leaf Tower in the sky.

I don't want to ruin the rest of the 47 minutes of fun this podcast encompuses, but let me put it this way; A disgruntled, sarcastic ( and hilliariuos btw) Canadian, claming to be the Mayor of his town, is being asked "mature" questions by an electrical engineer whose only other passion in life besides blogging...is watching Red Dwarf. Oh! And Jenna is there to commentate giggles and oh yeah, theres also a few great parts where she coughs into the mic.

To give credit where credit is due, I've already let Aaron know that if it wasn't for me stumbling into Mitchieville when I was just a green, virgin, blogger...he probably never would've met him either. Once again, my innocence brings inquisitive hearts together.
---Much like posting my boobage on my own blog!

Whats that you say? You haven't seen the drama that unfolded when
Addy found Canada plotting to attack the states???? Oh yes my blogheads, the air was thick with distain when the Mayor and his cabinet unloaded their piercing words dripping with maple syrup, all over my harmless blog.

AND WE'VE BEEN PALS EVER SINCE!!!!! Thats True comradery on an intercontinental level!

Now, go over to Aaron's place and meet the Mayor!

What Muppet Would I Be?

I Love the Muppets. In fact, whenever I'm asked what the greatest invention of our time has been, I look no further than the genieus of Frank Oz and Mr. Jim Henson. Have you ever wondered what muppet you're most like? Especially since most of you might already look like a one of the lovable band of muppets.

I took the test and I've got to tell you, I was a little surprised with the results. I'm a science nerd, I've already told you that, but I was honored to be put into the same catagory with Dr. Bunsen Honeydew. It made sense when I thought about it though. Kevin is like my Beaker, always following me around the house, squeaking at me and all of the things I should be doing...."me!me!me!me!me!"

You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew

You take the title "mad scientist" to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab.And you've invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician.But while you're busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker!"Oh, that's very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute."

Take the Muppet Personality Test