tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65571339863626834702011-11-05T12:36:33.506-04:00These things could only happen to me. And maybe you, bless your heart.Tammigirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04000047709047394034noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557133986362683470.post-37994065431932258662011-11-05T12:36:00.000-04:002011-11-05T12:36:33.533-04:00

     It takes a lot to shock me. The other day I came out of my doctor's office and on the way to the car in some landscaping thingy in the parking lot I spied a giant pair of granny panties. Who does this? Who tosses their giant butt-covers on top of wood chips and doesn't look back. It's haunting me.

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     Our Thursday night was unusual. My daughter wanted to go to The Cheesecake Factory for her birthday. Sounds good to me! Of course there isn't one near the house. It takes around an hour to get there. I called to make reservations for our party of nine, but they only take reservations up to five o'clock. No, I wasn't calling after that time. They don't make evening reservations. Odd, no? Okay

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So, Housewives of Beverly Hills, anyone? I haven't watched most of these 'Housewives' shows, but I did catch some Orange County and some New York. The contender for phoniest person to date has to go to the wife of Frasier. Dude, seriously? Couldn't you find anyone more shallow? I don't usually dislike public figures, but this woman doesn't seem to have an authentic bone in her body - unless

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Jo Schaffer from Shoveling in a Jo Storm  presented me with the Sunshine Award. Thanks Jo! Now, I do not mean to sound ungrateful in any way. As a matter of fact, I'm more curious about how my little blog, which I assume about three people might see every month, could get an award at all. I was fairly certain those people were here quite by accident, and stayed only long enough to hit the escape

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Saturday, we needed help with the cable. Our new box, which just replaced the new box we got on Wednesday, wasn't working properly. I made an appointment for 'some time between noon and two.' At 10:38 I was out and about, nearly done with my errands, when my phone rings. It was Dino with Time Warner Cable. He said would like to come to the house a little early. When I asked how early he

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     Auntie Kitten is at it again, kiddies! A little back story to start: One time we were at Great Wolf Lodge and some toilets were having issues. The maintenance crew brought giant buckets of ice and flushed them down the toilets, clearing the lines. It was icy magic, I tell ya'!      Fast forward to today at my house. The toilet seemed a little hesitant to do its' thing. I remembered the ice

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     Here it is! To quote my mother on Facebook:  Water damaged polaroid but proof, none the less, that you did indeed begin wearing robes backward by the time you were 19 months old!      Ladies and gentlemen, I submit to you that I did indeed deserve the Slanket/Snuggie patent.

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People, Auntie Kitten is disappointed in some of you. I really hate to be the one to bring a burgeoning industry to it's knees, but... seriously? A Snuggie/Slanket is pretty much wearing your robe backwards. I've been doing this for years. God knows I wish I had been the one to realize millions of people are not clever enough to realize this and capitalize on the dim-wittedness. I curse myself,

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We're going to Little Italy today. Please come and clean my house while we are gone! Don't forget to do the laundry!

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Kendhal over at Stepmom Extraordinaire decided I deserved this, so here we go! I am supposed to share 10 things about myself you may not know, but are absolutely true. I am also obliged to pass this on to 5 bloggers.1. I used to find making lists one of the most comforting things in life. I realized it did not matter how many lists I made, they didn't change a thing. Now they do not carry the

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Today we ripped this meme off a blogger named Becky from Musings from the Sofa. She credits two bloggers for her theft, the Queen, and also Zoesmom. But, it was probably stolen there as well. So, of course, that will be as far as we go. Tracing back our theft's thieves might take some time. Link back to us at Sunday Stealing!Cheers to all us thieves!Sunday Stealing: The ABC MemeA – An advantage

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We were at dinner when Crystal, who couldn't keep from checking twitter to see if she won an iPhone, said "Michael Jackson is dead!" I thought she was joking or someone else was joking but she said she got it from a totally trustworthy source - TMZ.The first thing out of my mouth was "The Thriller is gone"Then, after the girls decided who was going to write that on facebook, I said "I guess he

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I went on vacation with my husband and four kids ranging in age from sixteen to twenty three. I said this was what I wanted for Mother's Day/My birthday. My husband, who says he likes to spoil me, agreed to this plan easy-peasy. Hilton Head Island, here we come! It's my favorite vacation spot. If they could put Versailles on the Island it would be my perfect paradise. Maybe I should start a

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Yesterday I had something to say. I was being ignored. So I asked to be heard. Heard I was.But you tell me... how is it when someone says "I have just listened to what you had to say. I heard you and I understood what you said..." it is certain they are about to tell you why what you had to say was of no consequence to them whatsoever?So yeah, thanks for 'listening'.

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From now on, when a worker comes to my house I am taking his photo. And a close up with his badge. And I'm going outside to his work vehicle to take pictures which include the license plate and the fleet number. This way, when someone like Dino from Time Warner Cable comes around and says he will call back first thing in the morning, and he doesn't, I can not only write about him on my blog, but

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And here's what transpires in my head:Funny you should ask about the towels. I was just in search of kitchen towels today. I prefer tea towels because they don't get all sassy with lint. Lint pisses me off. Remember, I have no dishwasher, so my towels need to dry my dishes without irritating me.I'll ask. I like their birdcage & bike tea towels.I haven't watched that move "The Birdcage" in a long

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Let me start by saying: Mom, please do not read this. You'll totally freak out. And you'll hurt your knees. Because you'll be on your knees praying for not only Zach's soul, but the soul of some girl at his high school who remains nameless. (Only because I don't know who it is) I was going to start a new blog and get a whole new internet identity so you would not be subjected to the temptation

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Sadly, little pup didn't get one of those this time. He got something inspired interesting. As promised several days ago, here is the crazy 'hairstyle' my daughter gave the dog. Yes, she is old enough to know better. This was the day she did it. It's looking normal now. What a hoot!For good measure here is a picture of him sleeping peacefully:

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This week I managed to cut my finger while opening one of these for my doggie. My daughter also has the uncanny ability to hurt herself in unusual ways. When I told her what I had done she gave me a high five.

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I did not post on April 1st because I did not want you to think I was foolin' about the super-serious stuff I say on this blog. Do not worry, I will not tell you why I fail to post every day I am too lazy to bother choose not to do it.I took pictures of the crazy 'hair style' my daughter gave the poor dog. I made sure his face isn't in the pictures because he was embarrassed. But of course I need

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Someone keeps hacking my blogs and adding lots of typos. It is really annoying. Please stop.And don't you dare suggest it is me making mistakes. Don't. You. Dare.

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When I went to feed the dog his gravied-up food I missed his bowl (and the counter!) completely and it plopped on the floor. I went to grab paper towels to clean it up. I was going to get him a new one. He proceeded to eat it from the floor. Because... he is a dog. Yes, my dog is smarter than me. Surprise!My daughter, who is just like me, backed up into a 4 inch curb and managed to bend the

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Did I ever tell you about the time I molested Ray Bradbury? No? I guess I was still waiting for the police to show up at my door. I think it's safe now.My husband is a huge fan of Ray Bradbury. He was a little kid taking Ray Bradbury books on boy scout camp-outs to avoid death by boredom/frustration. It's a very real ailment, I assure you. For years now my husband would out-of-the-blue announce

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On my other blog I tell about going to Hollywood. (except it isn't posted yet) There I tell only the truth. Here, though, I give the rest of the story. A story which can only happen to me, or some kindred spirit. (bless their heart) Hollywood is terribly overrated. Down by the theaters they were trying to get us to go in for the David Letterman show. We couldn't, because in Typical "Kitten

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Try not to be jealous, okay? We arrived to the 'C' terminal and are thinking about two things:1. Finding our gate2. Finding breakfast.If you know me well you know which one is more important to me. We were looking for our gate, but there was no indication of gate 21, let alone gate 21F. Because they whole trip had been enchanted there were, of course, three employees just sitting there (on a

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The best/worst (take your pick, I'm exhausted) part of today was when I took my 34B self to Victoria's Secret to be fit for a new bra. I knew I needed a fitting so I just acted all bold. I walked right up and asked for one. But that guy really only wanted to buy something for his wife, go figure. So I asked some gal who works there. She was glad to do it. After measuring me, which is never

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