Whoo hoo!!! I just discovered that Chey, the Gnome-Girl herself, was named Miss Gnomedex 2002! I’m so excited for her! Sigh… how I wish I was there! She has photos to share too – you can see them here, including Chey in her “Hottie” t-shirt!
Author: Christine
Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.
Snark, Snark, Snark…
I’m so happy to see posts again at Snarky Bitch. Now I just hope more of them start posting – I’ve missed their snarkiness! Snark away!
Zillafied…
If I Zilla’d my blog, do you think the corporate meanies would come after me too? Come on everybody, let’s get Zillafied! [via Jhames]
Bring it On…
I don’t normally write about all the spam I get here because I get a TON of spam. Most of it in a very old e-mail account with an address that I published online like a fool. This one amused me too much though, I had to post it here:
Want to GET EVEN?
Right now?
Then call: 1-900-GET-EVEN today, to hear the world’s most ingenious revenge tips. (Only $2.99 per minute.)
What are you waiting for?
You’re only a phone call away!
Hmmmmm… I think that we could come up with our own revenge tips, and they would be free – not $2.99 a minute. (Yeah, I left the phone number there. If you really want to pay to hear their tips, have at it.) Have any good revenge tips you would like to share? I don’t have anyone I need to get revenge on right now, but you never know when it might come up!
A Public Thanks…
You know, normally I wouldn’t want to be called a dog. It was the preferred term for my fellow classmates to call me between the grades of 3 and 7. It sucked. But when Shea wrote at Big Blogger All-Star!, “Being mean to you is like kicking a puppy, because you have that insipid sweet in you that can be used in cake mixes. You’re the preppy cheerleader-prom queen grown up. Why aren’t you miserable like all the good geek moms said you would be? Ugh. If you actually posted regularly, I would have to install barf bags on the back of my office chair.” (I wasn’t posting regularly there at the time because of the great bug that has been holding me hostage this week.) Ciscley, the ultimate Blog Game Fan, posted the perfect response. Every time I see that picture I start cracking up. Thank you again, Ciscley. I love it. For once, I don’t mind being a dog.
For the record, I was NEVER a cheerleader, prom queen or anything else like that. Not that I didn’t want to be at one time or another. My cheerleader tryouts were sad. Very, very sad. And in a class of 593 students, the fight for prom queen was a hard one. I wasn’t even in the running. It’s ok though, I mean … you still love me, right?