tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89147931627018390062009-07-08T09:01:41.827-05:00Starting over isn't easy but when you've got a few pennies in your pocket and a whole lot of sass in your pants...SPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10832572070553635619sosassypants@gmail.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914793162701839006.post-14503147963347545742009-07-07T19:28:00.004-05:002009-07-07T19:50:24.727-05:00

At least I think this is what she wanted when she yelled at me YELLEDATMEEEE!!! on Facebook.So a Gracey update you will have.A BBQ with the Things, an ex-sister-in-law, the Ex, his girlfriend and her gaggle of children. I asked him to bring me out my drink but he forgot and she yelled at him saying "The woman needs her drink, Man!" It was awesome. Also, her young children got all crazy and Ex got

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After listening to several friends and half the blogosphere telling me that I should probably not sit around pining away for SM, but instead get out and live my fucking life, OMG, I did it. Yesterday morning I agreed to go out on a date with the TextingGuy. We have plans for Friday night. (That's tomorrow for all you calandarly challenged peeps.)24 hours later (this morning to be exact) Thing1 is

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This is what I have finally decided I want as my second tattoo. It's a Phoenix. Not a manly sharp edgy Phoenix but a soft curvy but strong Phoenix. A Bursting into flames and then rising out of the ashes in glorious beauty Phoenix - only to do it again and again and again Phoenix. A crash and burn and pick your sorry ass up and start over Phoenix.Unfortunately, the picture is small. I'd like it

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Very important disclaimer: I am PMSing.Nuff said right? Right!But first let me explain that I swear to Buddha that I almost never PMS that bad. I can get a little out of sorts but I'm not the poster child for BitchesRUS nor am I generally an overly weepy woman, even when the hormones kick into high gear. But this month, dear god, this month I am a mother fucking mess. It started mild, rather

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I have 2 full days of vacation left, followed by one full day of travel and then it's back to the grind stone. My grindstone includes work, children, and not eating 2 desserts at every freaking meal! MyHope asked me if there was anywhere I wanted to go while in AZ. My first and only answer was Sweet Tomatoes! I love that place. Considering I live smack dab in the middle of farmland, it amazes me

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I've posted a lot of posts today. If you get through this one and have any desire to keep reading, I promise that the rest, that I wrote earlier, are actually funny and not as angry pissy bitchy as this one.My dear dear friend called to figure out our plans for the day...And before we had anything decided he started on a tirade about Ex. No, not his ex, MY Ex. I know it was intended to be one of

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While waiting for a friend to call so we can go hang out, these are the thoughts that crossed my mind - (Warning, being inside Sassy's head can be a scary thing)This game (Facebook Bejeweled) Rocks!I'm developing mad fingering skillzI could use those skillz for wonderful alone timeOr I could just keep playing BejeweledYeah, no contest, must make next score level!My mouse finger is getting stickyI

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Kidz Songz that I have found disturbing since listening to them for 862 hours straight while in the presence of my preshus nephews.1. The Cat Came BackDude, the cat is killing people. What hell is wrong with you?2. There's a Hole in my Scrotum BucketSorry MyHope'sHusband, that one is still funny!3. Froggy Went a'Courtin'With a gun? Really? No wonder our children are in need of so much therapy.

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Hello, my name is Sassy and I'm an addict.*Helloooo Sassy.*One of the very first conversations MyHope and I had when I arrived in the valley of the sun went something like this:MyHope- Why aren't you playing Facebook BejeweledSassy- *slurps drink and shrugs*MyHope- No, really, OMG, YOU MUST PLAY!!Sassy- *gulps adult beverage and nods in a rather believable (but probably not) way*MyHope- THE WORLD

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What to do when your "What if" guy offers up an answer to that question:For the record, pretending you did not hear him will not work. He will simply repeat himself, louder and with an attempted demonstration. We are not the same people we once were though. We've had relationships and marriages and children. We've grown up. (Well he has, I'm still a hormone saturated 15 year old boy at heart, but

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It started Sunday. I was exhausted from a weekend of camping and returned home with a mountain of laundry and a filthy family. After getting the Things, the dog and myself clean again; after starting my 487th load of clothes in the washer, Ex came over.He came over to consolidate the Things into one room. He came over to begin the moving process. You see, the shitty economy hasn't just struck you

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Every year, my family descends on a small campground in central Wisconsin like a plague of locus. First of all, you need to understand that my mother is one of 7 children! SEVEN. One just died but still, that's 6 from that generation, 12 including their spouses. All those kids had kids (my generation) and we all procreated proficiently. So, if my math is correct, there were exactly 487 of us

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She was putting her make-up on... ON THE BUS!!!!What the hell?Sadly, the make-up really didn't help her all that much.p.s. I just gave my son permission to eat a bag of popcorn for breakfast this morning because there is nothing in my house to eat. Nothing. Mom of the year right here!

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I'm trying to figure out how to blog about several things right now and I'm just at a loss for the words. Words that will make sense and not be overly dramatic or craptasticly depressing or pathetic. Things aren't bad, just some changes I'm not coping with as well as I orginally thought I would. Letting go of some things. Trying to decided how long to hold on to others...I could use some happy/

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I actually have 2 “What if…” people.One was a woman (girl?) I met my freshman year of college. She was openly gay and truly one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on, inside and out. At the time I was fully attracted to women but had no idea what the hell it actually meant for me. There was a girl in my high school who wrote on her back pack “I like pussy.” She was a social pariah.

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How inappropriate is it to have a tiny crush on one of your kid’s teachers*? Wait, don’t answer that, after my mental affair with the 17 year old over ice cream, maybe it doesn’t matter.I spent the day chaperoning the 5th grade End. Of. The. Year. Field trip. I know it was the End. Of. The. Year! Trip because at least 146 little monsters came up to me to tell me. Woohoo! It’s the End. Of. The.

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I've made some changes.What do you think?No really, I mean it. What do you think?Readable?Width?Sidebars?Help me out.And if you have suggestions with advice on how to actually implement, leave it in the comments or email me. My email addy is on the left.LEFT sidebars, I'm liking that. More room for random shit.

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My splash of light came in the form of a college boy with a gigantic zit on his ass.The ass zit. Come on admit it. We’ve all had one. And if you are going to tell me that you’ve never had one then I am immediately going to take you off of my “invite over for a fantastic alcohol saturated Partay!” list. However, I probably won’t take you off of my “do dirty naughty things to” list. Because if you

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The House of Sass is in mourning right now.My aunt died yesterday and I'm afraid I just don't have a lot of words at the moment.Saturday we will be honoring her at a funeral and then going straight to celebrate a wedding. It's going be a long day.Please be patient with me. I will be back. When I can feel again.

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My car took off without me. I couldn't make it slow down or stop. I had to steer it with my cell phone while watching from the top of a really high building. It was like trying to drive a remote control car only this was a real car doing real damage to a real neighborhood because I'm a douche who didn't play enough video games with her kids and suck at remote cell phone driving.Then I sat bolt

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I am not the piss people off just for fun kind of person. In fact, I'm not overly fond of pissed off people in general. So, I do try to avoid making waves. I am actually a subscriber to the "You catch more flies with honey" way of thinking despite the fact that the addage makes absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever. You'll catch the most flies with a giant noxious pile of shit. I'm just saying.

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Have you seen the new trailer for the Twilight sequel New Moon?http://www.mtv.com/ontv/movieawards/2009/Hell yes I'm excited. And for the record, I prefer Jake. Hot nature loving wolfman. Mmmm!

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I stole this from BeGayAboutIt (but it's on Youtube so it's technically not stealing and I really don't think she'll mind). Go read her. She's poignant and honest and makes me want to be a better person.Now really all you "traditional" marriage people. THINK before you open your trap and vote.

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One Day At A TimeSometimes you have to take a step or 10 backwards. Get some space and some perspective. Then when you tread back slowly, on tentative tip toes with your heart in your throat and your hands shaking, you can see a little more clearly. But only a little. You can take one itsy bitsy step at a time and enjoy each foot fall. I think I like one day at a time. In fact, I know I do. I

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Knowing when to cut bait.It's a really bad analogy. I thought about saying - Knowing when to shit or get off the pot. But that would have been worse.I ended it with LocalGuy today. Yes, I did it via a PHONE CALL because while I'm a bitch, I'm not always an asshole. Then he hung up on me and started in with the emails. While I firmly kept my assholery in check, it was not easy. He said some pretty

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