Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
This is the Hussy Housewife blogging.
I am here on blogging business.
Official Hussy blogging business.
Blogging you all a PSA of sorts.
Here to help my friend Dani over at "Mom' s Crazy Life" crunch some numbers.
To help get Mr. Crazy Dani stimulated.
As some of you already know, the Hussy Housewife ♥'s Dani. I am willing to help Dani in anyway I can. She is one of my best blogging buddies out there. She is a hardcore, and always has the Hussy's back. Hardcore as in...if we where in the grade school cafeteria....and someone was trying to steal my cherry flavored Capri Sun ...Dani would TOTALLY bust a training bra strap. Put her jelly glitter wearing foot up their arse for me.
So with that kind of loyalty, I have decided to help Dani fullfill a life long dream of hers. As we all know she calls herself the "President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee." She has been dreaming of a new pair of girls for a while. This dream has been low on the list of priorities. She is to busy
Dani claims her boobs are like this:
(○) (○) umm I mean (.) (.) and she wants them like this ( ○ ) ( ○ )
Whoaaaa....TUNE IN TOKYO!
I have tried to help Dani out before with this issue. Give her good advice on how to properly stuff her training bra. Tried to lend her a chicken cutlet to stuff in there out of my freezer. Told her to keep it towards the bottom and outside of each cup. To sew it in to keep yourself safe from embarrassment or vegans. That wasn't enough for her, she wanted more. I was happy to give her my left one in exchange for a guest post on my blog, since I have been blessed with two large lactating devices. Two large milk jugs. I had enough milk to go around, to add to her morning coffee A-cup. Well then that didn't work either, she just kept leaning to the left and walking in circles. Getting dizzy and falling down. people thought she was a drunk like me.
This is where my PSA starts. My Public Service Announcement to all you who also belong to the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. While I am helping Dani achieve her life long goal of no longer having to lift, fold, and tuck her twins into the bra, I want to help you all out there too. So I came up with a plan on how you can afford the implants. You can thank Obama for this one. I got 4 words for ya:
Yep, I will be showing you all how the stimulus package will be paying for these new cupcakes. How all your husbands will be getting their own massive "stimulus package."
It involves the $13 a week part of the stimulus. Here is how it works and the math:
A average boob job cost about $5,500. So you just take the $13 dollars you get a week now and put them in a savings account. Double that if you have a hubby who works to. IF he is gonna get a massive stimulus package out of this..he needs to fork over his $13 a week to. Since Mr. Crazy Dani works to....Dani has $26 a week going into her "Fun Bags here we COME!" fund.
So $26 x 52 weeks a year = $1352 a year. $5,500 •/• by $1352 = 4 years till surgery!
So go help Dani get her new boobs:
Pay Your Part in the 2009 Stimulus Boob Project. Do your taxes today!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
For I am blog hosting today....over at my good friends blog, Dani the Crazy Mom. I am helping her with her own stimulus package. You better go find out why Mr. Dani will be tuning in Tokyo! Click on over to "This ain't to Effin Mom Blog."
Let me stimulate your minds!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
2. Chickens snore.
3. G.I. blues: Elvis received 10,000 letters a week during his stint in the U.S. Army.
4. A blue whales' sound can be heard from more than 500 miles away.
5. William Shakespeare invented more than 1,700 words.
6. President Clinton's feet (size 13C) are the biggest presidential feet since Woodrow Wilson's.
7. Mr. Potatohead was the first toy advertised on TV.
8. You burn 50% more calories watching TV than you do when you sleep.
9. Elephants are the only animals in the world that can't jump.
10. California has the most unlisted phone numbers per capita, Florida has the least,
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
High on the green backs.
Like I have money on the line.
160 dollars high.
Ok, maybe that is not much dough, but in this recession..many people could use a little stimulus package worth that kind of pocket change these days. Like that octuplet mom, Nadya Suleman. Wait never mind..I guess it is the California tax payers who are gonna need some money after she sticks them with her hospital bill.
Forget her....I need to win this high steaks game so I can blow it on a few hour long hot stone massages, or maybe some nice high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. Maybe get online and order more drugs from India?? Hmmm, I am sure I will find something to satisfy the Hussy's deranged needs.
How is the Hussy in this financial high steaks game? Well first I must a admit a guilty pleasure of mine I have been hiding in the Hussy closet. Right next to my silver Fox Anderson Cooper, and my shake your bom bom Ricky Martin. They have been hiding in the closet for some time now too.
Well I guess there is no other way to say it than to just blog it right out here. I, the Hussy Housewife, am addicted to reality T.V. But that is not what got me in this $160 dollar high steaks game. One of my favorite shows is the grandfather of all reality shows, next to the Real World. (shout out to Eric Nies and his 12 pack) The show that was the pioneer of the idea of "alliances" (no shout out to Richard Hatch and his naked butt) The show survivor!
I have watched EVERY season. Used to always have a girls Survivor night every Thursday night up until last year.
Thought many, many times about auditioning and sending in a tape. I figure as a retired Environmental Biologist..I could do well in the elements for 30 some days. When I had a career, before I hung up my Carhartts and hiking boots to become a mother, I had spent many a days out in the middle of now where. Gone days with out a shower....been COVERED in many bug bites....and backpacked all over northern Idaho. Out fished and out shot and out hiked my male counter parts much to their dismay. I figure I could take a shot at "Outwit, Outplay, Outlast"
The only thing that always stops me from doing it (beside that fact that I can't be fake) is of how picky of a eater I am. I don't like fish at all. (I know..and I grew up in Alaska..puke) I would starve to death, have no energy. Thus ends my dream. My fire, my torch snuffed out.
So the next best thing the Hussy could do is get in a Survivor Tocantins pool. Me and 15 other people put in $10 dolla..dolla..bills yo! We each picked a cast mate, well except me. My hubby was late getting to the feeding frenzy for me and so I got the leftovers. Who did I end up with?
Occupation: Former Pop Star
WHAT!! I got a POP STAR? IF the others find out that she is a Grammy nominated singer, successful author, and a wife of a former NFL pro...I am screwed worse than Michael Phelps Kellogg's-endorsement-bong scandal. They will vote her rich arse out faster than you can say Rod Blagojevich. Then I thought, heh..this may be good. With the Obama fever going on, and it being Black History month....My chocolate sista and I may just have a shot at winning this survivor pool. As long as Al Sharpton doesn't opened his mouth in the next few months. We may be cool.
So I need all you to help the Hussy, and root for Mrs. Taj. It premiers Thursday, February 12, 8:00pm ET/PT Who is with me?? Can I get a KA-KAW?
Ohhh, and for your listening pleasure..here is a video clip on my girl Taj in her girl group SWV(Sister's With Voices) back in the day. A little blast from the past on your arse!
Monday, February 9, 2009
What did I do for you? I took some pictures for you of the male species. Yeah, you can thank me with a six pack of Coors Light later. (address to be given for these packages later at end of post)
To make a long story short, the Hussy was up to more of her shenanigan's again. This time I did some damage. After running over yet ANOTHER minivan, I escaped with no witness's and pulled into my driveway. After I got out, I first looked over my shoulder, then heard a very familer sound. Shhhhhhhshhhhshhh. Yes, I could hear my front driver side tire going flat. Right where I make contact with that minivans "My Honor student blah blah blah" sticker filled bumper.
Last time I got got a flat tire during on of "Jamie's Episodes", I showed you all how to change a flat tire. Sorry folks, not today. This time I was in town and had a much better
One may think, aww crap there goes my afternoon of reality TV watching. But I choose to see the glass as half full. The tire as half flat. The
Remember...I did this for you.
I told him I was taking pictures of the *cough* tire. I did get some real good stalker pictures from my front window, but the glare was to bad. Darn that sun! Sorry ladies, I did the best I can for you.
He was a nice young man in his early twenties I would say. I was chatting him up, (only for information for you single ladies), when my mojo was killed. He told me we had quite the elaborate fence and asked me who did it.
Me: *cough* My husband
I now fear suddenly all you single ladies will not not be swerving to miss running over the broken glass in the road.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
(enters The Hussy Housewife)..............
Hussy: Dwight..I knew it! You just can't stand to let me ruin something on my own. Be my own train wreck. You told me that picture was for your FaceBook and Twitter profile.
Hussy: Nope, address me like we rehearsed in the pantry.
Dwight: Fine, your greatness, "The International Lovely Luscious Women Of Mystery", I just wanted to help you teach that Sit and Be Fit lady a leotard or too. Put a end to your Baltic Ave. madness!
CJL: Arrgh, I tries to warn that blithering bloke that he was on Hussy House arrest. That he was only allowed to organized your medicine cabinet, clean your sheets, and make sure all your reality shows were DVR'ing.
Hussy: Enough out of you! You are no better, getting caught for a drunk hit and rum. Making me post your bail. Don't you have a liquor cabinet to pillage or something? Better yet...get to your ship and mop the poop deck!
Dwight: I deeply regret my unfortunate actions as a lobbyist on your behalf. I apologize for any pills my actions may have forced you to swallow. Please accept my lucky rabbits foot as a peace offering that has been in my family for generations. Passed down from my Great Great Grandfather who won it out of a arcade claw machine.
Hussy: What? I don't want that stinky furry foot that smells like WD40. I want you to make yourself scarce around me. Get to your office and research the pros and cons of me getting google analytics. I want a full PowerPoint presentation in the morning!!
Dwight: Yes, your majesty, (cough) I mean "The International Lovely Luscious Women Of Mystery." But I don't have a office?
Hussy: ohh, we will fix that... ☺
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
So....I snapped that picture of the two trouble makers conspiring their next move in my office. More on that later.
If you will remember the last time we saw Dwight he was up to some suspicious activities. I had found the following picture on my camera...... All I knew is that old saddle bags was off my Park Place bike, and back to her Marvin Gardens. With that being said, I decided to opt for the military stance on gay soldiers, "Don't ask, Don't tell, Don't sell"....the pictures that is. IT is the least I could do since he is always lobbying on my Hussy behalf.
As for Capt. Joseph LeatherFace..he was sleeping off another hangover. He had a get out of jail after party that got a little crazy. IF you can recall, he went to jail for his part in the last shenanigans we pulled off on this here blog. He had to take one for the team. He was just trying to help the Hussy. What a loyal drunk.
So...as I previously said..I decided to not ask Dwight what that picture I found on my camera was. Then I was walking to my office when I overheard this conversation:
Dwight: YOU BUMBLING SEA DOG IDIOT! I told you to delete that picture you took of me. It was for my portfolio I was going to send to Palin 2012 campaign committee...
CJL: (burp) What? (Belch) Committee? I told you I had no technical experience on my salty resume. Your lucky the picture was some what focused, my vision was blurred from the 1/5 th of rum I chugged for breakfast that day. Besides, after my hit and run, I am on probation. So I really stuck my drunk neck out to help you. I did you a favor you blimey landlubber!
Dwight: Well now the Hussy saw it and she is going to get suspicious of how that whole "Operation: That's my spin bike bee-yotch" went down. Since I am on Hussy House arrest...I had to pinky swear that I wouldn't get involved this time. She is still a little upset since my last shenanigans got us audited my the IRS.
(enters The Hussy Housewife)..............
To be continued
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