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Hey, web dwellers. I really wanted to give you something special for our 2-month anniversary together, but if you can believe it, there’s no set list of anniversary gifts for site followers by month. Get married and they give you a list for the next 60 fucking years. But look for a blog list and you’re S.O.L. Go figure. Anyway, so I had to come up with something on my own. But I can’t give you all life-sized Eric Northman cutouts (because they’re MINE, ALL MINE!), and I really don’t want to spend more than, oh, anything, so I decided that last month’s “word jumble” image will become a tradition, and I’ll do it each month to see how it changes. Maybe that’s more of a gift to myself than to you, because only dorks like me would want to compare word jumble images from month to month, but you know, if you think about it, when I’m happy, I write more. And when I write more, y’all read more of this dirty, crazy lunacy that I call my life. So, yay. Happy anniversary to us. 

So I used the jumble generator, and here’s what it came up with:

What kind of crap is this? It's like they didn't even try! Not good enough for my web dwellers. Also, kind of weird emphasis on Northman, don't you think?

So I figured it was a fluke and I’d just try again. I mean, what are the odds it would do something similarly sufficient in making me seem creepily obsessed with Northman? The real-life one OR the TV one.

Yeah. So it gave me this. WTF?

Not as bad as the first, but still kind of fucked up if you think about it. Which I’m trying not to do. So I tried again. What can I say? I’m persistent.

Ok, how does this even count? "Northman" isn't even in the shape with everything else.

But I would not give up that easily. No. I would not be outdone and made to feel like some kind of whack-job stalker by an auto-word-generating website thingie. So I did it again.

This one is like an ink blot test that makes me think of sex, so I like it, but it's STILL got Northman ridiculously disproportionate to everything else.

And again….

They fit it all in the shape this time. I'll give 'em that.


And again…

Really?

Aaaand again…

Oh, sweet Jesus in Birks.

Yeah, and again.

How is this different from the last one?

I just would not fucking give up.

Maybe a little better, but also only because I was losing a grip at this point.

And finally, I got this:

My favorite and my gift to you. Or me. Whatever.

Here’s the thing, web dwellers, the jumbles are a hell of a lot like my blog. I generate something, and sometimes it’s awesome, and sometimes it’s a big, fat turd. But, apparently, there’s always some Northman in it, so ultimately, it’s awesome. Happy anniversary.

The Monthly Wrap Up: Because I’m too tired to come up with anything that original.

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So, ok, end of our first month here at Confessions of a Sexy Mom, and I gotta tell you, web dwellers, you people are fucking awesome. I just love the heck out of you, and I’m in touch with my emotions enough to say so without having to go bench press or deep fry anything. Damn, I just love being a woman.

So, I figured I’d do a little monthly retrospective. A “confession-all” if you will (see how much lamer the jokes and puns are when I’m tired?), and I’ll toss in some random stuff I laughed at this month but, for whatever reason, didn’t post here earlier.

Heeeere we go.

Northman loves my drunken texts. Which is good, because with the blue-hairs around last month, there were plenty.

First, I saw this ( ←) yesterday and laughed my ass off. This is 100% a GREAT idea, and if you can keep your sense-of-humor hat on instead of going all, “Ooooh, that’s too ‘Big Brother’ if my phone knows I’m wasted,” then it’s pretty fucking funny.

Second, take a gander over yonder at the site hit numbers →. Oh, yeah. That’s more than 2,000 hits in a month. THAT is a blog-gasm. I’m super excited. Now let’s just get some more fans on the Facebook page so people will know when there’s something new here.

Numero Tres: Did you know if you go to the WordPress home page and select “topics” and then type in “fucking” that you’ll find some really freaky crap? Well, shit, searching for “sexy” or “Northman” wasn’t yielding great results, so I went the other direction. I thought maybe I’d find some blogs like mine with some random sexiness in there. Uh, no. Warning! If you don’t want to know what “fisting” is, DO NOT TRY THIS SEARCH. Wow. A lot has changed since I was last out there, people. A fucking lot has changed.

And Four: I found this neat site that lets you make graphic representations of relevant words on your site. I don’t know what people really use this for, but I thought it was neat, and here’s what I made. Didn’t even need to paint any macaroni!

Cinco de Awesome-o: Damn, that would have pissed my high school Spanish teacher off big time. No sense of humor. Anyway, this ↓ is what I posted this month in no particular order (and in kind of a mess because I don’t have a hell of a lot of control over the formatting here), not counting just little crap like a poll and letting y’all know I’m on Facebook. Which I am. And you should be too.

Six…more months until True Blood Season Five, so here’s one of my favorite scenes from Season Four, which I just rewatched because there’s so much Northman sex. Oh, Pam. I thank Mr. Coffee for whomever cast you and made your role so much bigger in the show than the books.

Also… A shout out to Karen B., Liesel B., Rebecca Z., Nicole S., and Tara C. for all your super funny posts on the Facebook wall!! Y’all are hilarious, ladies!! Keep it up, gals!!

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This is Why The Republicans Fear Me

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So I called my girlfriend Penny the other day, and we’re talking, you know, mom crap, work, the usual. When I think about it, I’m still pretty stunned that we’re so close, seeing as she’s a conservative Christian republican and I’m a potty-mouthed liberal whose only form of religion involves worshipping my Mr. Coffee in the morning, For Thou Art Goooood, Mr. Coffee. Praised Be.

Just goes to show that friendship knows no bounds. Case in point: I’m still friends with Penny when I KNOW she voted for George Bush. What? Not recent enough for you? Fine. I’m pissed that she voted for John McCain, too. I mean, ok, I’m happy she voted in the whole “we all have a moral obligation to vote, so get your ass out there and do it,” sense of the thing. But I’m less pissed that she voted for John McCain because he hadn’t already had four years of screwing the country nine ways from Sunday when he was last on the ballot, whereas we already knew exactly what we could expect from that last POTUS.

Anyway, we pretty much just don’t talk politics unless it’s an election year, and even then, we keep it to sincerely asked, respectful questions about one another’s viewpoints. Well, she asks, and I answer. I don’t ask, because there’s just no answer that would convince me to vote for someone who thinks corporations deserve the same rights as people, homosexuals are pedophiles with bestiality tendencies who shouldn’t even be allowed to have sex let alone marry one another (aka, the Fox “News” position: If we let gays marry, they’ll have license to prey on our children and next we’ll all be marrying dogs and snakes), or that it’s remotely appropriate for abortion to be a political issue.

Really? How about we outlaw vasectomies and make cheating on your wife punishable in court? Oh, sorry. What you do with your body is between you and your doctor? And what’s that? Your marriage is your business and not the court’s? No shit. That’s why liberals believe in abortion rights and keeping the government out of our bedrooms so long as whomever is in there is a consenting adult. I will never, ever forget hearing a political pundit accuse John Kerry of thinking “partial-birth abortion is a good thing,” because Kerry wouldn’t outlaw late-term abortions without provisions in the law for the health and welfare of the mother. No one, NO ONE thinks partial-birth abortion is a “good thing.” In fact, most liberals I know aren’t particularly fond of the whole abortion concept and wouldn’t choose that option themselves. But they stand by a woman’s right to choose, just as they vehemently support the right to free speech, even when that speech is being given by someone as despicable as Rick Santorum.

Never Googled “Santorum,”? Yeah. Take a sec and do that. This is how liberal nerds get revenge on self-righteous assholes.

Anyway, as usual, I digress. I was on the phone with Penny, and she said, “So what did you do this morning?” and I said, “First I dropped the kids off at school, stopped for coffee, and then I had unbelievable Skype sex with Mr. Northman.” (Ok, we don’t call him Mr. Northman, but he does have a nickname between the girls, and since all names and nicknames on my site are changed for obvious reasons, I’m picking another nickname here that adequately captures – for True Blood fans, anyway – exactly how fucking sexy this man is. My blog, my rules, bitches.)

Exactly.

Penny: “You did WHAT?!?!” (This is why I love her. She’s so easy to freak out.)

Me: “I had crazy awesome Skype sex with Mr. Northman. Holy crap that man has stamina.”

Penny: “Wait, what do you mean? Like, typing?”

Me: “Oh, well, at first. But then, you know, I wanted to see, so we switched to video.”

Penny: “You did the what you had a wait I… what?!?!!”

Me: Laughing, “Um, what?”

Penny: “Holy mackeroley,” (she says shit like that, I swear).

Me: “That about sums it up, yeah.”

Penny: “HOLY MACKEROLEY!!”

Penny’s three-year-old, audible in the back seat of her car: “Holy mack-oly, Mommmy!” Holy mack-oly!!”

At that point, I about lost my mind laughing at her toddler chiming in (thank Mr. Coffee she’s smart enough NEVER to put me on speaker when there are kids around), and I laughed so freaking hard I had tears rolling down my face fucking up my mascara, but it was worth it.

Penny: “Ok, wait. I gotta go drop the munchkin off at pre-school, so I’m pulling up to the church. When I get out, I want to hear all about this.”

Me: “Let me get that straight: When you get out of the church from dropping off your toddler, you want to hear details of how I did a strip tease for Mr. Northman while he did his — really impressive — business on webcam?”

Penny: “Crap, you’re right. That’s messed up. I’ll wait until I get to the mall, and then call you back. Neutral ground.”

And that’s why I love that woman.