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Snackie Sunday: Let's Call The Whole Thing Off...

It's no secret that I'm a renegade crusader against people spelling things incorrectly just to be cute.  Even though some of my best friends do it, people using hawt instead of hot, eym instead of I'm, or kewl instead of cool bugs the ever-loving shit out of me.  Someone once told me that I needed to calm the fuck down because it was just another way of *pronouncing* something.  I wanted to correct them by saying that NO, it is just another way of *spelling* something (and incorrectly too) but I let it slide.  That got me thinking though...there are so many words out there that really do have dual pronunciation and I have no idea how many of you say them!

Of course that means it's time for....

THE DUAL PRONUNCIATION GAME!
HOW DO *YOU* PRONOUNCE THE FOLLOWING WORDS?

POINSETTIA: point-set-ee-uh or point-set-uh
EITHER:  ee-ther or aye-ther
PAPRIKA: pap-ri-kuh or puh-pree-kuh
ROUTE: root or rout
GALA: gey-luh or gal-uh
CONSORTIUM: consor-shee-um or consor-tee-um
VASE: vayse or vahz
MISCHIEVOUS: mis-che-vus or mis-chee-vee-ous
KILOMETER: kil-uh-meter or ki-lom-i-ter
PATRONIZE: pay-tronize or pah-tronize
COMFORTABLE: comf-terble or com-fer-ta-ble
ASSOCIATE: ass-o-see-ate or ass-o-shee-ate
ORANGE: awr-nj or ornj
CARAMEL: care-a-mel or car-mel or kahr-uh-mel or kahr-mul
BONUS SPELLING QUESTION:  CATSUP OR KETCHUP?

When you answer, feel free to write out your phonetics however you want to!  Also, for those of you who want to hear the difference in pronunciations rather than read my shit dick phonetics, I've included an audio file (which also includes MY answers!):

Free Variation Kisses,
Me

Where Jester Tries To Get Me On The Adults Only Circuit!

If you have ever listened to Jester's radio show, you know that I might have mayyyyybe been responsible for getting an "Adults Only" rating attached to his show.  Hey, yanno I feel bad and all that but those are just the risks you have to be willing to take when you invite me to talk about anything I want.  Ahem.  However, I feel that I may be screwed sans lube this Sunday when Jester goes a little "tit for tat" on my ass when he is my special guest STAR on Snackie Radio.  I've really not planned anything specific other than to expect a guest from the fat cats at Blog Talk Radio as they tell me I'm banned or what have you.  Trust me, if there is one show you don't want to miss, it's this one!  I hope you will join us this Sunday at 3PST/6EST!  You can go here to set yourself a little reminder.

(CLICK THE PIC TO GO TO MY RADIO SHOW HOMEPAGE)

And on a totally random note...if anyone actually cares that I have not commented on blogs for the last two days, I promise to catch up Saturday!  I was a day behind anyway then came the Day of Silence and I was double behind!

Cocksicle Kisses,
Me

Closing My Mouth To Combat Hatred....

Shhhhhhhhhhh....

This Friday there will be no blog post, no open comments on this post and no Twittering either.  I am joining the Day of Silence.

Ummm Yeah....Way To Dream Big, Hil

Two years ago, I was waking up at 6:00 every morning, rushing to get ready and to work within an hour and a half, working until 6:00 at night, coming home, logging on to emails and working some more.  Work was making me a total stress case what with the understaffed department I was in and the inability for our HR Director to get me the help I needed.  I woke up with a sick stomach every morning, downed various cocktails of aspirin for my head and vicodin for my arm just to get through each day.  I had to commute 30 minutes each day, had to get gas all of the time, spent way too much money on work clothes and really wondered what the hell I was doing with myself.

This morning, I woke up with the sunshine...I don't set my alarm these days.  I sauntered down to the coffee pot, did my morning stretch and abs video workouts, decided to hop in the shower around 7:30ish.  I then threw on some jeans, a t-shirt and some tennis, decided not to do my hair and threw it up in a ponytail.  Then I sat down to my computer for a bit before driving all of 2.6 miles to my office.  Currently my boss is at his normal two hour lunch and by the time he gets back, I'll do a little somethin-somethin then go home around 3:00ish.

It's so odd but I finally found that whole work/life balance that people often talk about having.  While I was spending so much time going from job to job as a contractor, trying to find my niche, I gave up on finding that perfect fit.  After the last job fiasco with the crazies who wanted to police my every move, I was pretty much thinking that ANYTHING would be better.  Foo had always told me that I needed a job with lots of flexibility and not a lot of stress.  I always agreed with her but was like, "yeah, when pigs fly".

Pigs have flown, bitches!  This is the only time I will talk about my job so listen up, m'kay?  Besides the fact that I come in and work about 6 hours a day on a full time salary, get to wear jeans every day, get to play online as much as I want and all of that other stuff, I have a great boss.  He's totally flexible, easy-going, communicative and has a really great attitude about family.  Seriously, he called of a business trip because his son was going to be in a school play...now how cool is that?  It's just he and I in the office most days so we just shout back and forth between offices...let's just say that we are damned informal.  I love the fact that now work is just a part of my day and when it's done, I don't think about it until I am there the next day...not even in the morning really.   

Other than a real dream job, this is my dream job.  Haha, does that make sense?  Like my DREAM job would be curating a museum in France, owning a restaurant somewhere in Italy or being one of those people who picks out music for movies and TV shows...something like that anyway.  Oooh, if I was super talented I'd love to be a Broadway star too!  But as far as my realistic short-term goals go?  I found my fit!

Hey so, what is your dream job and and what type of a job do you have now....and uh, how do they compare?  Heh.

Happy Secretary's Day Kisses,
Me

Get Off The Cross, We Need The Wood.....

Something about yesterday's post left me feeling empowered.  Some comments that were made helped me open my eyes and view things in a completely different way, which I desperately needed to do.  It's hard when you finally wake up and notice how you've become someone else than you were yesterday.  Life, or at least mine, is constantly evolving and changing therefore shaping a lot of who I am here on this blog.  While the core of me hardly changes, sometimes it does and that's when I am making a change for the better and muddling my way through it.  When that happens...the muddling, I mean...I am more imperfect than usual and although the things I do or write may be what some would call "out of character", they are still every fiber of me just being me.

I hate to say "love me or leave me" because there's a part of me that doesn't mean that really.  But in the end, people who fall by the wayside because you've changed?  Well, it's sad that they could not change and grow with you, but what are you going to do?  Over the last three years, I've had blog friends drop like flies and it continues to happen today (although now I also get Twitter-dumped so I notice it more quickly).  When my blog tends to take another turn in yet another direction, some people drop off....oddly enough, those are usually the ones who profess to love you one day then simply stop commenting the next.  However, I figure that is just the way the cookie crumbles.  Sometimes people come and go without even blinking twice, some people stay for months on end then just take a flight out of Hillywood without so much as a goodbye, and others....well those are the ones I call my friends. 

Which brings me to an interesting question....can someone still be your friend or "blog friend" if they never comment on your blog?  I think the answer to that is yes, most definitely.  Just like anything else, it depends on how strong that bond was anyway.  But I'm not delusional....I know that if I stopped blogging today, I'd lose about 50% of my "friends" instantly.  I'm not being a martyr princess here at all...it's just a reality in this busy world that sometimes the easiest way to keep up with people is by blogging.  But back to my question...I have another!  Do you think that people can still call each other "friend" if they stop commenting on each others blogs and also stop communicating in almost every way?  Let's say nothing happens, no falling out, nothing "bad" per se....maybe life just made those people drift apart?

In any case, I guess I've just been thinking about all of my "fallen soldiers"...the people who once were here no matter what yet now don't love me so much.  I realize that when I started out blogging, I was strictly a weight loss blogger and I probably lost a lot of those people just because I don't talk about that stuff anymore.  I'd really rather not talk about it then be this big Fraudy McFattybones anyway.  Being myself is key here...absolutely key.  Losing people because I am myself is much better than losing them because I'm not.

Which brings me to another thought I had swirling around about this whole thing....being yourself goes hand in hand with not finding your self-worth in what someone else thinks about you.  We're often too quick to announce that we're not going somewhere or quitting blogging because so-and-so doesn't like us or we just aren't "popular" enough.  As Delores O'Riordan would say, "What's in your head?".  Do you want to me a high maintenance friend or a low maintenance one?  What I mean by that is....do you want to constantly pressure others for their feelings about you in order to seek some form of validation?  No matter what I say or do regarding my insecurities, there is no one out there who has the power to make me hate myself...that's all on me.  In the end, we just have to be ourselves and that will attract the people that we are *meant* to be around.  I don't know...maybe my opinion on this is for the birds, but it sure feels good to feel strong and in my right mind today.

Zombie Kisses,
Me

This Is One Doodle That Can't Be Undid, Homeskillet....

I was looking over the front page of my blog this morning when I suddenly realized that I haven't written anything real in over a week.  Now then, when I say "real" I mean that ooey gooey messy stuff that comes from deep down in the bottom of my soul, whether it be beautiful or ugly.  Sometimes I just arrive at this place where I don't feel like sharing what's inside of me and go into my mode that some family members call "The Showman".  Yanno, I start tapping and singing and having fun while keeping my stuff to myself?  Yeah, that's been me recently.  I don't want you to confuse what I mean though...it's not like I am keeping things bottled up inside or anything like that.  I've just not been writing about them here mostly because they feel so redundant.

How many times and in how many ways can I belabor the issue of how I feel about going to a convention where I will see old friends and meet new bloggers all at the same time?  Maybe just this once?  I grow tired of the raging dichotomy inside of me and yet part of me is glad that this time there IS a duality of emotion.  I struggle daily with the whole fact that I am ten pounds fatter than last year (unless I lose 8 more pounds in two weeks).  While that may seem like no big deal to anyone reading this and/or may have my friends shaking their heads at how stupid I am being, let me remind you that it's not about you as much as it is about me.  It's this warped perception that I have that once the party is over, people will be whispering things about just how fat I really am.  Quite the ego, yes?  It comes down to how I feel about myself which is why I've been trying so hard to get some off before I get there, even though I won't be skinny.  It's about the way a person feels when they are in that groove and doing something positive for themselves that can make all the difference in confidence and attitude. 

So anyway, yes...there is that side of me that is always worried about how I look and what people will think.  Luckily, for some odd reason, there is another side of me that likes to bitch slap the other side.  Sometimes I think, "Well who the fuck cares that I am chubbalubba-ding dong anyway?  Seriously, Hilary...they are your friends and don't care about that kind of stuff.  They like you for who you are INSIDE".  That part of me has bought a couple of cute new shirts and wants to get a haircut and mani/pedi before seeing everyone just because she is still cute and deserves to feel good about herself.  That's the part of me that keeps on swimming but never quite reaches the shore.  Why?  Because halfway across the river, the insecure side of my drowns the other half and I have to start all over again.  Well hell, at least I'm willing to try, right?

I'm totally focusing on how much fun I am going to have and just how many people I get to finally meet and/or see again.  If I keep remembering that I am not the center of the blog world's rotation, I think I will be just fine.  Either that or I'll just remain drunk the whole time!

The Last Midnight Kisses,
Me

Snackie Sunday: The Future Of Your World

Last Sunday when I asked all about the Superhero within you, I was tempted to say that I'd love my superpower to be immortality.  Let's face it...being indestructible is somewhat of a seductive prospect.  Besides, you'd pretty much have forever and ever to get your shit together, right?  Either way you look at it, today's question is perfect because not only is it a follow up to last week's Snackie Sunday but also it completely coincides with the guest that I am going to have on Snackie Radio today!

Of course that means it's time for....

WOULD YOU EVER WANT TO BE IMMORTAL?

Of course, being immortal may mean something different to everyone.  If we're going to get into religious semantics, sure...I believe that my soul is going to heaven for eternity where it will be immortalized.  However, what I'm really getting at here is having an immortal corporeal form such as that of Captain Jack Harkness or John Amsterdam.   Or how about limited immorality like in the Highlander?  You could almost go so far as to ask yourself if you'd want to be immortal in vampire form.  Also what about in the case where your soul moves from body to body as it does with Doctor Who?  Perhaps you comic book geekers can come up with more examples but let's just say that I am not being too choosy here.

My religious beliefs make me want to take a pass on immortality.  HOWEVER if I am issuing my own caveat that states Armageddon will not take place while I am stuck in a mortal body then okay, I think I would like to be immortal as long as it included humanity and an end-game.  Several fictional characters who are immortal have a way to get out of it if they can only find it!  I'd never ever want to be a vampire though and definitely not some creepy zombie.  However, my luck is that I'd spend an eternity on a diet and that shit does not sound fun at all.  ;)

Cybermen Kisses,
Me

Snackie Radio: Two Weeks In A Row?

Although I've officially been rocking the flu from hell for a couple of days now, the show must and WILL go on!  I have to warn you all that even though I'll be there, I will definitely be doped up on all kinds of fun little cold medications so listen at your own risk!  Truth be told, this is probably the MOST prepared I've ever been for a radio show because this week's guest star send me tons of information about herself that I can work with.  So please turn on and tune into Snackie Radio this Sunday when we'll talk about everything from death to vampires to cemeteries to swingers and finally, rock-n-roll!  I'm sure lots of other stuff will be peppered in but that's just a taste, cause I'm cool like that.

Here's all the information you will need.....

SPECIAL GUEST STAR: WINTER FROM "LIFE OR SOMETHING LIKE (B)IT" 
SUNDAY APRIL 20TH AT 3PM PACIFIC/6PM EASTERN
CLICK HERE TO GET A REMINDER FOR THE SHOW!

As usual, I am opening up the airwaves for YOU!  Wouldn't you like to be a guest on Snackie Radio?  Then sign up!  As I say each week, if you are unsure what the show is really like, you can click on the Blog Talk Radio player in my sidebar (a new show pops up every Sunday night).  Until then, here are my upcoming guests and open slots...I'm hoping that TequilaCon brings me lots of new suckers friends who are willing to be on my show as well!

 
APRIL 27TH - JESTER FROM JESTERTUNES.COM AND JESTERTUNES RADIO!
MAY 4TH - NO SHOW DUE TO TEQUILACON!
MAY 11TH - METALMOM FROM "I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT"
MAY 18TH - TRACY LYNN FROM "KAPLY, INC."
MAY 25TH -
JUNE 1ST-
JUNE 8TH -
JUNE 15TH -
EXTENDED DATES - HAVE A DAY YOU SPECIFICALLY WANT?  LET ME KNOW!

Winterheart Kisses,
Me

Champagne Never Tasted So Fucking Good....

Oh Lord....I think I may be coming down with something!  I've been prattling on and on all week about how sucky my allergies are and uh, all of the sudden it hurts to breathe and swallow.  Thank God tomorrow is Friday so I only have to sludge through work for one more day. 

Enough of that....I hate blogging about feeling sick over and over again.  How droll.  But what I do love is when one of these little Internet ditties actually strikes me as interesting.  I mean, how PERFECT of a slogan did I get?  I almost want to make that the subtitle of every networking site that I am on (uh which amounts to all of Twitter, haha).  I know I'm totally phoning it in today but I promise you, I am working on an awesome post (in my mind).  I too have thoughts on "the rules of Twitter", getting "Twitter-dumped" or blog dumped and why in the hell it seems so important to us to know that you are out there reading (aka commenting).  There are some great reference posts for me to scoop up and I've just been waiting to feel like throwing it all together.

Until then...let's play a game!  How about you take the little quizzie below and tell me WHAT YOUR SLOGAN IS!  Also, if you feel like it, make up your own slogan as well.   MY self-made slogan would be: Hilly. Chicken Soup for the Foul Mouth's Soul.

Your Slogan Should Be

Hilly. Champagne for the Brain.

The Slogan Generator

Pretty Please Kisses,
Me

Lord, I Was Born A Rambling Woman....

Tonight I am going to be Jester's guest on Jestertunes Radio.  The whole big shebang starts at 7pm Pacific/10pm Eastern.  I realize that it may be late for some of you East Coast folks to tune in the the craziness that will ensue, yet I hope you can definitely make it!  If the show last week (where his guest was Dave) is any indication, then I am probably in a shit load of trouble and should hide my secrets now!  Anyway, it will be nice to sit down and laugh for two hours tonight, that's for damned sure!

I am having one of those weeks where it seems like everything under the sun is scheduled.  The cat going to the vet, getting an eye examination, getting my teeth cleaned, getting a swank new haircut, going to the Orange County Sheriff's Department so that I can have them serve a subpoena to our former landlord.  Nothing like a glass of fresh squeezed subpoena with my morning bagel!

It really chaps my chooch that we've actually had to resort to taking our former landlord to small claims court.  It's been four months now since we moved out and we made every effort possible to resolve this matter with him in a civilized manner.  The problem isn't that he is disputing how much we get back and even if he was, it's too late because he forfeited that right by not returning anything to us within the 21-day grace period.  The problem apparently is that "things are tight".  And did I hear this from him?  No, I heard it from Cunty McWhoreface, the Demon Realtor of Irvine when I called her on another matter last month.  This is a man who owns five condos and drives around in a Lotus for crap's sake.  It's not that I doubt that he could be stretched a little thin but I am sure he has the fucking money somewhere to give us back our deposit (the whole thing too, thanks to CA Real Estate Law). 

Which leads me to one of my latest pet peeves....people doing things or NOT doing things just because they think that they can get away with them.  Just because you're somehow immune to ridicule or consequence doesn't mean that you should act like a terrible human being.  I come across this a lot when I am out and about....women drowned in diamonds and plastic surgery scars talking to a grocery store cashier as if she is the lowliest and stupidest person on the planet, businessmen who talk to their assistants sweet as honey then hang up the phone and call her a stupid fat cow to their colleagues, or just something as simple as a man shouting obscenities to another driver in front of a school while kids are present.  I see it on the Wide Wide World of Web a LOT of the time.  You hear people saying things like, "well it's MY blog and I will talk about whatever I want to here!"  It's like the Freedom of Blog act suddenly states that it's okay to be a total assjacket to others because hey, it's your space.

Anyway, sorry for the rambling....I usually don't write my posts first thing in the morning and after today, I think we all know why!

Jester Kisses,
Me

Tempation Tuesday!

I just realized that with all of the radio shows I've been doing lately, my cat's definitely come out of the bag, so to speak.  That's right, my friends...I've pretty much outed myself with regard to my celebrity crush(es).  I had hoped beyond hope to never talk about such things in the realm of the People's Republic of Blogistan because I don't want to become known as having love for one really fucking hot person over all the rest.  Unfortunately, it's totally true...le sigh.

It's time that you know who my main man is...my celebrity squeeze. if you will.  It's none other than the amusing, talented, sweet and "oh so easy on the eyes" Ryan Reynolds.  I've loved him since way before it was even cool to love him....think back to those dudes, that chick and the pizza place.  It's the fact that he's both extremely funny and extremely hot that makes me swoon.

I think that in the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you who I'd go totally gay for.  I mean, let's get real, it wouldn't take that much.  She's the quintessential "hotness" as far as I am concerned.  She can be cutesy cute. she can be beautiful, but when I see her, I always think of that bad-assed slayer with a dark side.  Oh yes, I'd turn lesbo for Eliza Dushku without hesitation!

So then...ahem, tit for tat and all that!  Why don't you step up to the plate?

Tell me who YOUR celebrity crushes are, man AND woman!

Don't be shy...we don't judge here.  I'm a lovah, not a fighter.  Mmmmm, lovers.

Hot To Trot Kisses,
Me

Blogger Of The Month: April's Fool!

Sometimes people disappear off the face of the PRB never to return again.  However, others take a month or two off then suddenly come back bigger, badder and crazier than ever!  Make no mistake people, this person's BLOG is what earned him April's Blogger of the Month award, not the fact that we're like...butt buddies and stuff.

As I've said before, there are no prerequisites for what makes someone my Blogger of the Month. One month it could be about how well a person waxes prosaic while another it could simply be that their layout did not bug the shit out of me.  This month I picked a person who is pimping the shit out of a new blog design and who has pushed the blogging envelope so far that I don't know how anyone else can compete!

Snackie Sunday: How About The Power To Move You?

It's a well known fact that I'm a total whore for Superman.  As far as superheroes go, he's my guy.  Needless to say, I've seen all the movies over and over again (yes, even that piece of crap Superman Returns with Brandon Routh).  I've watched all the old episodes of the Adventures of Superman series staring Goerge Reeves.   I'm a true lover of all things Smallville and think that Tom Welling is the sexiest Clark Kent to date.  I even watched the SuperFriends cartoons as a little girl and loved it when Superman and Wonder Woman were the main focus.  And before you die-hards get on my ass, no...I've never read a comic book in my life.  I probably never will either unless someone knows a way to tempt me into reading one.  Still, that doesn't mean that I'm disallowed to love me some Superman!

Of course that means it's time for....

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE SUPERHERO?
AND
IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPERPOWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE AND WHY?*

Okay duh, we know who my favorite man with the plan is but as far as powers go?  Hrmmmm, I am tempted to say invisibility but Lord knows I'd just use that to spy on people and would probably get hurt by what I hear anyway so nay on that one.  Telekinesis seems like a migraine waiting to happen, so thanks but no thanks.  The power of flight scares the shit even though I do think it would be awesome to fly around the world and into outer space (that's levitation, holmes).  So right now I'm leaning towards shape shifting cause seriously, who needs to worry about being chubbalubba when you can just shift that sexy shape?

By the way, next Sunday....we're talking about immortality so those of you who choose that will get a chance to weigh in on that debate as well!

Wonderboy Kisses,
Me

* If you have no idea what superpowers are available, you can find some reference here and here.

This Is How I Remind Me Of What I Really Am...

I wish I had a very different life than the one I have now.  Don't worry, I would take you with me to the end of everything. 

I don't want to leave you...I want to leave me.

I don't want to hate myself for being imperfect anymore.
I don't want to sit here and cry because I feel so unloved.
I don't want to be hollow and alone.

I do want to shine as brightly as I know I can.
I do want to love with every breath in my soul.
I do want to be fulfilled and important to someone.

So how do I go about that?  Do I make grand sweeping changes, thusly revealing a new me who instantly loves herself every day?  I don't think so.  Right now it seems like the more I do the "one day at a time" thing to the best of capability, the better I feel as time progresses.  Seriously, the best that I can do to stop hating my body is work out every day and eat right, yeah?  So nothing is going to magically make that self-loathing go away...it's a day by day effort that will eventually bring the results I need, both inside and out.

The problem is that you can't deal with a lot of inner turmoil type stuff the same way.  Sure, you act like an adult by going to work every day and making sure that your financial house in in order.  You also try to be a good person by not succumbing to hatred and gossip.  If you are really lucky, you touch one or more people without even knowing it and your life has even more meaning just because of that.

You sing, you dance, you talk, you laugh and you just try to make it through until one day, you realize that you're either not heard as much as you should be, not loved the way you want to be or not as important as you think you are.  You're a blip on someone's busy schedule, a missed call or an email that gets lost in the shuffle because they have so many.  You start to agonize and agonize until you realize that you've become way too dependent on someone else's version of your own self-worth.  This is the person that you are supposed to be MOST important to and yet, you're just not anymore.

That's sort of where I am right now...stripped raw for the whole blogosphere to see.  This post was going to go in a different direction that was more angry and a helluva lot more cryptic.  But what I realized is that while I am hurt and angry at someone, this is more about me and what I allow into my own life.   Besides, one change I am trying to make is remembering that this is MY blog and I should not be held down by who might say what to whom...fuck that shit.

But back to me...Is it so much to want to shine light a twinkly little star?  I don't mean that in the "needy ego whore" kind of way at all...more like, I just need to make changes and shine.  My heart needs a trip to the dry cleaner, I guess.  I just want to see something in myself that others seem to see.  I just want...eh, forget it.  I promise to bring Fun Hilly back tomorrow.

Twinkle Twinkle Kisses.
Me

Let's Take One More Rocket To The Moon....

I often wonder why it is so hard for people to say "I love you" to one another.  It's not as if those words only come in one size or color.  It's not always the type of love that's about endless passion, marriage and dirty diapers, commitment of two hearts, or anything else that might scare the shit out of people.  The flavors of love are intense and as varied as the heavenly freezer cases at Baskin Robbins.  Like water, love can be shallow or it can be deep.  The beauty of it is that once you allow yourself to say to someone, "You know what?  I love you.", you feel free and just a little bit happier to be alive.

Yet still, love is one funny animal.  Something that always seems to "cock-block" love is fear and I'm still confused about whether or not true love can even conquer that fear.  I mean, *I* think it can but I'm an optimist who probably should apply my rampant cynicism to love just like I do to the rest of my emotional panel but I just can't.  I know some people that have a right to be scared of love in all forms...I've heard their stories and played their records.  But the thing is...love is the most amazing emotion in the universe and to pass on it is a true shame.

I've just been emotionally overwhelmed this last week and have been thinking about how much love I have for people.  When I was thinking about how I could possibly describe it all, I realized that I can't.  I realized that it would be easy to tell some people exactly why I love them and how much they mean to me.  But then, for just an instant, I was gripped by fear at how others would react to the honesty that just spews from within.  It's amazing how much you can learn about someone else in the split second that you realize you may not be so different from them after all.

Love can make your heart hurt with joy but it can also make your heart hurt with confusion and fear.  In either case, I'm just glad that my heart hurts tonight....it means I'm human and fallible after all.

Glycerine Kisses,
Me

TypePad and WordPress Sitting In A Tree (While MT and Blogger Watch)!

I believe that some of you thought that I'd completely lost my fucking mind when I cried "peace".  Maybe you assumed that this mistress of tranquility and zen would take over Snackie's World and then we'd all be bored to tears.  Nay nay, my good friends....have no fear, Snarkarella DeVille is back and ready to wage war on dumb things.  Please won't you be my neighbor?

I hate to bite the hand that feeds me but let's talk TypePad.  I've been using TypePad as my blog program for almost three years now and have to say that I've always been satisfied with them.  They generally have wonderful customer service who get back to you and make every effort to help you out when something goes wrong.  Also, TypePad has a great ease of use.  I recommend it to everyone starting out with blogging for the first time...sure Blogger is free but I've seen that mess of an interface and no thank you.  In the last year, however, TypePad has made some huge changes to our interface and uh, while they sorta rock, they've never fucking told us about them.  They add these little functions but never make an announcement to their users so suddenly we're wondering what happened to our fucking blogs (like when they started separating comments into pages).  Also, there's the thing where their OWN widgets are the reason blogs don't remember your personal information.  The most recent thing is that apparently people in TypePad Beta (for the new roll out) cannot guest post for those of us with regular TypePad without there being a huge fuck-all mess.  The two guest posts that Karl made on Sunday?  Yeah can't even get rid of the glitch one cause he's in Beta and it's somehow lost in the ether.  Do you think TypePad could have announced that there would be a problem with guest posting if a person is in Beta?  Listen, for $14.95 a month, the least they can do is send out emails regarding such matters.  But no, they just add new features that automatically link up to our blogs with no word that they are doing so then kindly tell us we are fucked when these things happen.  No one has solved my problem from Sunday and they probably never will.  I'm a bit gutted right now!

I figure that each blog platform has its good points and its bad...the things we love and the things that drive us up a fucking wall, right?

So what I'd love to know is:

• What YOU think about YOUR blogging platform?
• What is your favorite thing about it and what drives you bee-nanas? 
• If you were to switch, which program would you use instead?  None of  this "I would never switch" stuff....let's pretend I have a gun to your head!
  
• Which blogs do you like visiting best?  Like does Blogger's CAPTCHA make you want to strangle yourself? (Cause it makes me feel like a dumb ass who can't see for shit!)  Does that CommentLuv glitch make you want to throw cake at people?
• While I'm at it, what's more important to you and your blogging needs....a good design or the content? 

I guess what I am asking is "woo woo woo...how do you like it, how do you like it?".

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do Kisses,
Me

Virgins Always Get Backstage, No Matter What They've Got To Say....

This is a post meant for the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign 2008, and is meant to generate donations for RAINN -The Rape Abuse and Incest National Network. You can visit the page for all the information you need about RAINN and the campaign. More links are available at the end of the post. This is my story of how I lost my virginity and don't worry, it IS safe for work.

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The day I lost my virginity is just a chapter in a love story, but a very unexpected love story that ended as quickly as it began.  Like a lot of "good girls" gone bad, I waited and waited to lose my virginity for many reasons.  Even back then, I was a romantic who thought that I should wait until I was in love or at least until I felt it was the right guy.  I was scared to lose something of myself and held on to that virginity like a wad of hot cash.  Truth be told, I don't know what I was scared of...maybe it was just something tangible to hold on to.  Then again, maybe I'd read too many Judy Blume novels and was afraid that the pain of the supposed cherry popping action would be too much to take.  I mean hell....I was much more of a wuss back then.

Towards the end of my 17th year, I'd practically boxed up my virginity in a pretty box with glittery paper and sparkly ribbons.  I sat it on a shelf until I could give it to the person that I just knew deserved it.  His name was Rob.  You have to understand that my High School summers were spent far away at a summer camp in The Poconos.  Sufficed to say that I fell in love with a boy that lived far far away in a land called New Jersey.  A few months into my junior year of High School, Rob and I were in long distance puppy love.  Hrm, I guess I never did like my romance to be nice and easy.  Anyway, after months of planning my trip to see him and spend the holidays with him and his father, the time finally arrived.  We'd talked for months about our love, our soul mate status and of course, the inevitable de-flowering of Hilary (that's me).  Now I have to be honest when I tell you that even though I was a virgin, I was not innocent.  Rob and I had plenty of teenage phone sex back in the day so I am pretty sure that I had him hot and bothered.

Returning To Blog Life, Peace by Peace....

When I quickly slapped a peace sign up on Saturday, I had no intention of it becoming the SnackiePeace Movement.  However, thanks mostly to Dave, the movement was born and it has been a delightful treat to see people across the blogosphere pimping their awesome peace signs.  If you missed the post on Saturday and/or have no idea what I'm talking about, go here.  I'll wait....

So, here's the thing.... that peace sign, that post, and the thoughts that flow just below the surface of it all are not about one person or one situation.  It's more my way of saying that we all need to calm the fuck down for a moment and embrace the good things in life.  Being angry at the world or at people that probably deserve it?  Well, that's easy.  However, it takes a real strength of character to walk away and refuse to play people's games.  The reality of a situation like that is that you will never win....not for yourself, anyway.  We're so conditioned to NOT put our fingers in our ears and sing "la-la-la-la" that we forget that sometimes it is actually okay to do so! 

We've all been around and we've all seen things that we wish we hadn't.  Whether it be highly unnecessary blog drama, personal drama, relationship drama or anything else that is downright hateful and hurtful, it's always hard to give peace a chance.  My problem is that I've got a superhero complex and turn into Captain Save-A-Friend more often than not.  I used to be able to justify my behavior regarding getting involved in dramatic situations because "I was doing it for a good cause".  It's funny to look back at the lies I've told myself so that I would feel like a better person all around.  It's a challenge to step back, throw your peace sign in the air, and stop defending people who either need to defend themselves or just walk away as well.

Snackie Sunday: Spring Is Blossoming All Over

QUICK NOTE FROM HILLY: THIS IS THE CORRECT SNACKIE SUNDAY POST.  THE ONE BEFORE THIS HIT A MAJOR TYPEPAD GLITCH AND IS WAITING FOR THE TYPEPAD TEAM TO CORRECT IT!  SO YEAH, COMMENT HERE AND IGNORE THE OTHER!

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Hello everyone out there in Snackieville. 'Tis I, the man of many talents, the poet, the scholar, the perverted, Karl Erikson from Secondhand Tryptophan (now new and improved!).

Hilly asked me if I'd do Snackie Sunday for her, since she's busy watching a Spike marathon from Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she's slathered in whipped cream. Photos to come later.

I thought I'd ask something about sex, since the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign has kicked in. You know about this, right? It's all for Rape and Incest National Network (RAINN). You can read my latest sex post at 2HT.

For now, though...

I was a total nerd in high school. Never even went on a date until after I graduated at 17. It wasn't until I was 18 that I lost my virginity. I'll be writing more on that as the month goes on.

But I was wondering...
HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?

I'm not asking you to describe it or anything, though you're free to do so by e-mailing me. But seriously, e-mail me. And if you want to write about your own experiences, you can join the GBBMC up until the 15th. Links below.

DONATE TO RAINN HERE. When you donate, please make sure you reference “GBBMC2008,” and include Hilary's name and blog name (Snackie's World).

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Missing You Kisses,
Me

Because Life's Big Clusterfooks Are Not Always About Me....

I'm still on hiatus and am not really here. 

But life isn't always about me (shocking, I know!).  Therefore, I just had to come to my blog for just a moment to tell you all about something really important.

You see, Lisa over at Clusterfook recently was diagnosed with ovarian cancer for the third time.  To top that off, on the day she announced that she once again had the cancer, all she asked of her readers and blog friends was that they tell her something that they are grateful for.  My heart broke a little for her that day and even though I am still praying for her and feel my heart tense every time I think of what she is going through, I also feel my heart swell with the love and support the PRB has shown her.

So please, take a moment out of your day to read Lisa's post and tell her what you are grateful for.  After that, I really think that you should watch this amazing video that Danalyn made....it had me crying my eyes out.  Finally, one thing that Lisa expressed that she really wanted to do was take her children to Disneyworld. 

Please please please, click on the banner below to see how you can help make this a reality for Lisa and her family.

Praying For Lisa Kisses,
Me

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I've Got A Good Mind To Throw It All Away....

We talk about it behind closed doors all of the time.  There is mention of feeling forced to be creative even when the juices have stopped flowing.  Some people raise their hands and gently remind us all of the nasty comments and hate mail that sometimes plague them.  Others sit quietly, feeling unappreciated and unloved because no one comes over to their places and says hello.  And no matter what, there's the one Pollyanna in the room that reminds us of the good that shines through all of that darkness, making this all worthwhile.

Someone always tries to be a therapist....and I've finally learned that it's okay to be at my wits end with blogging.  I'm "allowed" to feel exasperated and at a loss for words.  Even those of us with what I call "the anecdotal eye" run out of ways to turn even a trip to the grocery store into an amazing story.  The therapist also piped up and said, "But you shouldn't worry about how well written your posts are if you are writing for yourself". 

But here's where *I* am...I write for myself and for others but no matter what I am writing, I'd like it to not suck, thanks.  I've probably got PMS or I'm probably just busy at work this week but I'm tired....writing in my blog seems more like a duty than anything else.  That's not ever how I wanted it to be.  I never wanted to groan because I "have to make a blog entry".  I never wanted to roll my eyes because suddenly people are mad at me or not talking to me simply because I dared to be myself.  I won't strip myself of the Technicolor and become black and white for anyone. 

I'm taking a break from writing in my blog...it could last a day or it could last a week; I honestly don't know.  This doesn't mean that I am hiding from all of you and want you to go away...I will still be on email and probably will still be reading blogs when I can.  I'm just putting blogging on the back shelf behind the other stuff like work, exercise and completing some various other projects.  The truth is that if I don't take this break, I will probably walk away for good.  I'm quite liberal with cancellations and delete buttons, as it's been pointed out.  I need to go spring clean myself so that I come back as alive and kicking as ever. 

No, this is not an April Fool's joke, btw!

Frou Frou Kisses.
Me

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100 Things About Me: A Dozen More Admissions Of Insanity!

Before I begin the rest of my post, I just want to say THANK YOU.  I know that I've already thanked Britt and Avitable for starting the "Send Hilly to Philly" campaign but I can say it again if I want to!  But there are also quite a few other people that I need to say thanks to....a lot of you.  Thanks to Adam's video post, I now know who contributed and to all of you...the biggest thanks from the bottom of my heart!  I won't spoil it with too many words so I'll just say this...kisses for everyone!

Now then...here are some more things about me to add the work in progress!  It's actually quite easy to come up with things when you write them down as they come to you.  Pathetically, my text pad on my cell phone looks like I am a big fat narcissict but who cares, right?  Right!  Oh and in case you are wondering why twelve things instead of ten?  Because.

Anywayyyyyy....

Dave And I Can Go All Night Long!

Woooo, doggie!  My radio show was only supposed to be an hour long tonight but with Davy-Joe as my guest star, things got a little crazy!  Somewhere between cocktail two and four, and upon Turnbaby's suggestion, we extended the show to be two full hours of fun!  We talked about everything under the sun and even talked about some of the big blogging issues like cliques, Twitter, hate mail and misunderstood tones.  And yes, we talked about silly things too like our country-fried accents, our idea of a practical joke, my need to cuss and drive, and much much more!

A big huge thank you to Dave for taking two hours out of his day to entertain the masses, especially since he just returned from Norway yesterday evening!  I also want to send love to Turnbaby, Tori and Winter for calling in!  Last but certainly not least, thanks to everyone in the chat room for fueling our fire.

You can listen to the show right here with the widget I am providing OR you can follow this link to Snackie Radio and download the show for later.  I suggest you listen to it though...we really were all over the map but a good time was had by all!

Dave Likes To Throw Me Under The Bus Kisses,
Me

Super Snoopy Snackie Sunday: Dirty Work

Before I begin today's Snackie Sunday, I have to say that I did NOT come up with this question myself.  A long long time ago in a land far far away, Mr. Fab asked us all something quite similar.  Yesterday I was reminded of it when something popped in my head so I thought this would make for a great Snackie Sunday! So even though this isn't the exact same question Fabby asked, let's give him credit, ok?  Now let's move on to it....

TELL ME YOUR WORST WORK STORIES!

Fab had asked about our worst jobs but what I want to hear are your stories about the worst work "situations".  Some of my crazy work stories don't come from the worst job I've ever had so I thought I'd broaden our horizons today! 

1.  When I was 18 years old, I had one of my first non food service jobs working for a telemarketer.  The people on the phone were selling those Entertainment coupon books and I was the one who delivered them.  Sufficed to say, I ran into some interesting people in some interesting situations while going to their homes.  But that wasn't the odd part.  This man who was running the show had the telemarketing set up in a suite at a popular Sacramento hotel.  The office was in the main area but he still had a bedroom there (apparently he moved town to town for campaigns).  Anyway, one day while waiting for a meeting with him in his private office (aka the bedroom) I started snooping.  Oh like you wouldn't at age 18!  I found pictures of his cock, pictures of him having sex with a woman and...pictures of him in a threesome where he was uh...pleasuring the man.  That was way too much for my 18 year old brain to handle and I ran out of there like a scared little lamb!

2.  When I was about 21 years old, I did some contract work for the State of California.  I had a crush on this man that I worked with but same old story...we were really good buddies and he had no idea.  Anyhooo....this one day I was looking particularly fly, if you will.  I was chairing a meeting that he was attending and was quite pretty that day, if I do say so myself.  The meeting was going swimmingly until I had to walk across the room to gather some materials.  For some reason, I tripped over a power cord that I *knew* was stretched across the floor, started to fall, grabbed the first thing I saw to catch me and realized as I was falling to the floor that my dumb ass had grabbed a coat rack.  I landed on my stomach, almost "humping" the coat rack, skirt hiked up to my waist, control top pantyhose in full view.  I was mortified!  That was not a good day for me!

Anyway, I could go on for days so what's your story, morning glory?

Pervy Kisses,
Me

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A Little More Bite And A Little Less Bark....

As you can see stage left, things get a little "devilish" whenever Dave and I get together.  Sometimes we're naughty, sometimes we're nice, but we're always good for a laugh!  Therefore, I hope you will join me as I reel in the big fish this Sunday on Snackie Radio. That's right, fangirls and fanboys....my very special guest-star will be none other than Dave of Blogography fame.  He'll be joining us after a long week of traveling and vacationing with Norwegian hookers, so he may be a bit tired, but he's still ours.  And ladies, this is a radio show...please don't throw your panties at your computer screen, m'kay? 

Feel free to join us in the chat room, call in to the show or just listen if that's what makes your socks go up and down.  We'll be sure to talk about his travels, his mad skills, and undoubtedly how "awesome" he is.  By the way, if you've ever wondered what it's like to hear Hilly-Sue and Davy-Joe in action, I'm pretty sure this would be the day to do that.

Here's all the information you will need.....

SPECIAL GUEST STAR: DAVE2 OF BLOGOGRAPHY
SUNDAY MARCH 3OTH AT 3PM PACIFIC/6PM EASTERN
CLICK HERE TO GET A REMINDER FOR THE SHOW!

Although the fate of my radio show is sort of in an odd and wishy-washy place, for now it stays.  I may not be doing a weekly show like everyone else but I am definitely not giving it up completely!  I may start "renting" air-time on Snackie Radio; there are a few people who don't want their own shows but want to do a monthly gig...that could work out nicely!

Until then, the following dates are still open and I would LOVE to have you be my next guest STAR!  Don't worry if you hardly know me...that makes it even more interesting!  (I know some of you said to plug you in anywhere but uh, can you please pick a date, any date?).

APRIL 6TH - NO SHOW DUE TO FAB'S 2 HOUR DUET SHOW
APRIL 13TH - TURNBABY FROM "AND AS THE WORLD TURNS"
APRIL 20TH - WINTER FROM "LIFE OR SOMETHING LIKE (B)IT"
APRIL 27TH - SHELLI FROM "SHELLI'S SENTIMENTS"
MAY 4TH - NO SHOW DUE TO TEQUILACON!
MAY 11TH - METALMOM FROM "I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT"
MAY 18TH - TRACY LYNN FROM "KAPLY, INC."
MAY 25TH -
JUNE 1ST-
JUNE 8TH -
JUNE 15TH -

Ahhh this was a much more pleasant post than what I was going to write.  I am pissed as bricks right now but I'll get over it and probably go on and on about it next week!  Truth be told, it's a lot easier when I just bitch...this post took too much effort ;).

"A Little Geeky" Kisses,
Me

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A Letter To My Body....

Dear Body,

Look, I'm just going to start with the elephant in the room (no pun intended) and say it....you're fat.  I'm sorry that I've treated you so poorly over the years and want you to know that above all else, I need to be kinder to you.  Here's the thing, body...we may never get skinny but that's not really our goal right now.  Moving forward, we're going to get healthy no matter what. I'm sure you've noticed the increased activity lately...it's called exercise.  I know you're not really used to that word lingering around in our brain but it's here to stay...fortunately or unfortunately, depending on the mood we're in.

I've decided that our love/hate relationship is a two way street and I've not really been doing my part.  Aside from the tonsillectomy when I was 6 years old and that damned tendinitis you've decided to make my number one fan....you've been quite good to me.  You've never had a broken bone.  You've never needed invasive surgery.  Most importantly, you've never caused the fear and panic that comes with a life-threatening disease and for that I am forever thankful.  Also, you've got really great hair growing out of your head and the narcissist in me digs that about you.

I guess I call our relationship love/hate because a part of me hates you.  Oh man, maybe "hate" isn't the right word because if I truly hated you, I'd never have stopped using drugs or stopped smoking.  By the way, thanks for not dying out on me during those crazy days.  Yet another point for you!  Honestly, I'm ashamed of you.  I'm tired of slyly skulking about a room so that people won't notice how flabby and chubbtastic you are.  It makes me sad when I walk past a mirror and loathe everything about you, sometimes to the point of hot tears.  The worst part is wondering if people are actually going to like me the same when they meet me in person...because of YOU!  I'm always worried that they'll take one look at you and snicker inside while pretending not to notice.  I'm also convinced that they'll gossip with others about how ugly and round you are as well.

Which reminds me, thanks a ton for the paranoia and anxiety disorder, you fucking bitch.  Oh wait, I am supposed to ooze kindness towards you...damn, sorry. 

Usually when I loathe something, I toss it away and never look at it again.  Sadly, that's sort of what I've done to you....I've pretty much tossed you in a pair of baggy track pants and a t-shirt and hidden you behind the pretty girls.  I've done absolutely nothing to make our relationship work and I'm finally here to admit it.  I mean really, you're not all bad!  Your lips are talked about world wide and so are your eyes.  If I can just remember that you "have such a pretty face" then maybe I won't feel so bad.

Starting right now, we're making changes!  You're going to walk tall and proud no matter how fat-assed you are!  You're going to be fed lots of healthy foods then put on a leash and walked nightly.  You're going to get weekly pedicures and give yourself weekly facials so that your skin continues to glow and stay young.  You're going to stop taking 10 different pills in order to get to sleep and just finally find the ONE that works.  You're going to drink 10 glasses of water a day.  You're going to feel energized. 

By the time this is all over, you're going to love me.  And maybe...just maybe, I'm going to learn to love you back.

Kisses,
Hilly

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IT ONLY TOOK ME A MONTH TO FINALLY GET ON THE LETTER TO MY BODY INITIATIVE STARTED AT BLOGHER.  I GUESS IT TOOK ME A MONTH TO BE ABLE TO FIND THE WORDS, HONESTLY.

What Dreams May Come...

Hi, my name is Hilly and I've got a serious problem.

"Hi Hilly."

Yeah, lately my dreams have been fucking me up.  Why?  Because they are so real that I can't remember what I did or did not say to someone!  While I'm trying to be somewhat amusing about the whole crazy issue, it's a wee bit frustrating.  Just the other day I gave Shawn hell for something that I was sure he said we'd do but... he never really said it!  He was genuinely a bit baffled when I got exasperated and indignant.  The nerve!

It's not like I'm some crazy Kookaburra swinging through the trees or anything like that so please refrain from emailing me the name of your psychiatrist.  I mean seriously, when I dream that I'm this hot skinny bitch of a rock star who marries then dumps Ryan Reynolds, I know that really didn't happen.  Sure, sometimes the dreams of flying are a little hazy but I muddle through what is and what is not reality ;).

It's just that lately my dreams are so fucking boring that they could be stuff that happens in real life.  So now, I'm having these nightly dreams of conversations that I need to have with people and I think my shit is handled.  Suddenly, days later, I've got somebody mad at me because I never got back to them.  And the even more fucked up part is that I'll wake up in the middle of the night to go pee, go back to sleep, and continue the same dream from where I left off.  Uhmmm, is that shit supposed to happen?

While I really am trying to offer a light-hearted romp into my own personal Krueger-free dream hell, I am kind of baffled as to why my dreams would be so close to my reality.  I mean shit, a month ago I was dreaming that drug smugglers kidnapped me and stuffed my anus full of little heroin balloons and the only way to get them out was to have vampires suck them out.  Then, of course, I turned into a vampore slayer and wiped them all out...all except Johan, my half-breed vampire/human lover that had known my soul through centuries.

You see what I mean?  I go from bat-shit crazy to weeks of me having conversations with people about everyday things.  I'm pretty sure someone needs to please dreamalyze me pronto tonto!

Five By Five Kisses,
Me

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Breakfast Table In An Otherwise Empty Room....

I'm the first one to roll my eyes quite mightily when someone uses the sins of their parents as an excuse to take place in cocksuckerry and douchebaggery.  A lot of us have had parents that really fucked us up though.  I think it's safe to assume that no matter how much mental health one professes to have, there is a part of them that will always be shaped by incidences in the past.  For the record, I have no problem with that...that's natural.  I think my eye-rolling begins when someone says, "Well I slept with your husband because my father abandoned me as a child".  Please, shut the fuck up now.

I've been shaped by my parents and notice it more and more every day.  I told a story the other night and immediately realized that I sounded exactly like my Dad....hell, even Shawn pointed it out.  The funny thing about it all is that I got most of my positive traits that I embrace from my Dad whereas the negative ones that I fight daily?  Gee, thanks Mom.  It's hard when you open your eyes and realize that you have partially become exactly what you feared for so many years.  But hell, if you can at least recognize it, you are on your way to making changes to knock the shit off like...toot sweet.

Heroes, Heroines and Humble Hilly....

Do you ever have one of those weeks, those months or those years when everything that can go wrong will go wrong?  As many of you know, this just has not been my year...nor was last year really, but I'm working on a remedy.  One of the things that exasperates me often is how unkind we are to our fellow man even over the wires of the Internet.  I've made serveral posts about how it's just not okay to hurt people while hiding behind the anonymity of a screen name and how much my heart hurts when I see people bashing others on their blogs just to gain what they must see as some warped sense of popularity. But that's the negative and we're all used to hearing that shit from my mouth when I get on a roll and play the "great defender of the little guy".

But today, I'm here to tell you that wonderful things can happen as a result of the Internet and sometimes, just sometimes...when you're at your wits end, crying in your 8th Tequila shot, people can really step up and surprise you with an enormous amount of love of support.  Today I am here to tell you about three such people:

MISS BRITT AND AVITABLE: Here's where my heart is so very touched right now.  A week ago while talking about TequilaCon, I confided in Britt a secret that I had not yet told anyone else.  You see, money is pretty tight for me looking forward and I told her that I probably was not going to be traveling to Philly to see everyone for TequilaCon after all.  We talked for days about the reasons why, what is going on in my life right now and all that other stuff.  Then Avi got involved and both of them were really cool and adamant about me getting to go.  When I logged into my feed reader I saw this and this.  It seems that Avi and Britt have launched a campaign called "Send Hilly to Philly" and I could not be more humbled and grateful and and....it's really indescribable how I feel actually.  I'm normally a very proud and self-sufficient person who has never had people care enough about me to do something like this.  I'm close to speechless really.  But above all else, I am grateful to them wholeheartedly.   

MAH DAVY-JOE:  Today is DAVE'S BIRTHDAY so everyone please go and wish him the happiest of days.  You know who is more deserving of a perfect birthday than Dave?  Yeah, me neither. I've already made two gushing posts about Dave in the last six months so I'll let those stand as some of the various reasons that I love him to tears.  But above all else, he's been an amazing friend to me no matter what the hell is going on.  He's listened to me talk about problems, given me the most simple yet amazing little tidbits of wisdom and has never judged me nor spread my secrets around the Blogosphere.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVY-JOE! 

Life is full of craziness, confusion, uncertainty and a bunch of other crap but never ever doubt the kindness of your blogging family. And I don't care what anyone says...you are my family.

Dave, Britt and Avitable Kisses,
Me

Super Snoopy Snackie Sunday: Snackiversary....

First of all, Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate.  Please be sure to eat wads of food and candy for me, okay?  Anyway, not only is this a very important day for the spiritual side of me but it's also an important moment in Snackie Sunday history.  That's right...today Snackie Sunday turns one!  It's been a year since my last confession...erm, I mean since I started Snackie Sunday.  I was digging back in the archives earlier today and have no idea how I came up with a year's worth of questions!  Well, today I rest on my laurels.  Since it's Jesus' special resurrection day, I'll just keep with that theme.

It's time for.....

WHAT FASHION TREND FROM PAST DECADES WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE BROUGHT BACK IN STYLE, NO MATTER HOW HIDEOUS?

I mentioned this on Twitter the other day but I really miss banana clips.  Go ahead, laugh at me...but if I could bring back any fashion trends, they would all be about hair accessories.  You have no idea how thrilled I am that big chunky headbands are back in style.  These days we are so limited with what we can use on our hair and still be "cool" that I'd love to see a world filled with scrunchies, banana clips and those big lace bows like Madonna wore.  Yeah that's right...I'll admit it.  I may not be caught dead in them at present moment but if I had to bring anything back?  Yeah, that would be it!

Reester Bunny Kisses,
Me

ETA: This just in....many thanks to Fab for sending me a BOX FULL of Cadbury Eggs!  There are creme eggs, caramel eggs and orange creme eggs.  Pardon me while I enjoy a sugar coma later toay!