And, she's spent.

But there's so much that needs to be said before I go.

This has been some ride, ladies and gents. Truly amazing.

I never would have believed I had this in me. I am long past the days of partying, staying up all night and seeing the day from sunrise to sunrise. But, here I am...and so many of you stayed with me through the night to help me reach this vision.

This goal was very important to me. Certainly foremost, because of the money we have just raised for the Pediatric AIDS Foundation. $1,245.00, People. Nothing to scoff at. That's substantial cash and will help the life and welfare of many children who might not have ever gotten a second chance had we not intervened.

The second reason was more personal.

My best friend, Norman Patton, died on August 11th of 2004. He was born on July 29th. I won't give you the year, because he'd bitchslap my ass. This blogathon was taking place on his birthday, and I couldn't think of a better way to honor him than by working for the cause he was so passionate about during his lifetime.

He died from AIDS related complications.

Norman had been sick for some time, but you would have never known it. He was a beautiful, gentle and loving soul. When my husband and I were having marital problems (yes, believe it or not, we weren't always this perfect couple you see before you), Norman took hold of my hands and told me....

"Babygirl. He's gonna be back with you. You know why? Because God wants you two together. He's coming home. And when he does, you two will never be apart again. God wants this for you, for him...for the kids. Give him time. He'll be home."

We had been married a hot three months and I was already contemplating divorcing him. He didn't cheat. That would be a dealbreaker. But he lied. A lot. He wasn't honest with me, himself or his family. But Norman was right. He came home. And true to his word, we have never been apart since. Norman could sense it. He knew. He had this sixth sense about people. He was enlightened. A peaceful soul with a freak flag that he loved to fly! He was all about the rainbows and puppies. He was the sun, moon, stars and gay bars. He was an absolute Diva and I envied how he lived. And then, instead of envying, I opted to emulate.

The man was not living with dying. He was just living. He knew his death was imminent, but he never dwelled on it. He never second-guessed God. He never pitied his misfortune. He never had a woe as me, defeated attitude. Instead, he took his life lesson to the streets and he taught. He educated. He spoke up and he spoke out. He lifted his voice to anyone who would listen.

AIDS is not something you die from, but rather, something you learn to live with. You go on. You don't bury your head. You don't give up. He reached upward and outward to those who were suffering physically and emotionally with this disease. He wouldn't let them degrade or belittle themselves.

When people gay-bashed, Norman didn't retort with anger. He taught. He educated. He did the best he could to make everyone understand that AIDS is not passed on by a handshake, a touch or even a gentle kiss. And if someone was real ornery, he would turn to the ugliest of souls and tell them...

"Shhhhhhhhhhh. Baby. God don't like ugly. Play nice."

Then, blow a perfunctory kiss in their direction.

It's hard for me living day to day without him. I loved him. Not in the fag hag Will and Grace sort of way...but genuinely, truly, affectionately. He was my friend. He was my best friend...and now, he is gone.

In a way, I feel that the past 24 hours have been a tribute to him. He would have loved this. He would have played right along with all the trivia. He would have admonished me for not wearing makeup all night long. He'd REALLY be ticked off about my hair. Shit. I haven't had a decent haircut since he died. Oh, and the stories he would have told you about me.

It's funny. I met Norman and the Hotband at the same point in my life. Both of them placed an indelible mark on my heart and soul. While I mourn one, I celebrate life with the other. My husband is an ever present reminder of the reason that Norman and I became best friends in the first place.

We were arguing with each other as to which one of us was going to sleep with him first.

I can't help but laugh at the memory.

And I got the best of both worlds. I got to keep both of them. Forever.

So, I want to thank all of you, each and every last one of you, for being by my side through the duration of this of this event. I thank those of you who supported me with calls, emails, messages, comments, etc. Even if you couldn't donate your money, you donated your time to help me accomplish the goal...and that's huge.

I thank you. I love you. I appreciate you.

I'm crying now. I'm not sure if it's the lack of sleep or the overwhelming emotion.

Regardless, each tear is joy. Absolute joy.

From my home to yours...may you always feel the gratitude, the humility and the humbling affection I am feeling from each of you right now. You did this for the children. You did this for me.

But best of all, you did this for yourselves. I was merely driving the car that you fueled.

This was grace, pure and true.



To sleep, perchance to dream...










Goodnight, Sweet Prince. Wherever you are.

I love you.

Sniff sniff...

Hm.

Is that my BED I smell? *sniff sniff*

Yes. It is beckoning. Closer. Closer. The time is drawing near.

This post is lame.

23 and a half hours.

The last time I did anything for that long, I became pregnant.

You don't think that will happen again now, do you???

*adds more Febreze to the chair*

Top of the Hour Pic Post!

For Gin and KG...

My totally radical side ponytail!





So bitchin!

Me Myself and I.

You Have a Choleric Temperament

You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things. Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life. You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation. You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon. Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall. You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others. At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults. Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion. A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.

What Temperment Are You?

And?

So?

You mean it's NOT always about me?

Top of the Hour Pic Post...

The sun is crawling up and out.

The Hotband, the diehard love of my life, is by my side, working on a final picture post for the 8am hour. My house is so quiet. Just the tap tap tap of both of us side by side, pounding our keyboards.

It's nice. I feel good, serene and happy. Content, even.

This is what Sunday morning should be like.

Except I've never seen one before noon before.

I likely will never see one again...

'til next years Blogathon.

I am already working on...

the goodnight/goodbye post.

It's made me cry. I've had so much fun tonight. I am really emotional. Could be the lack of sleep. Could be listening to KG's mouth all friggin' night. Not sure, but whatever the reason, it's still been fun.

The sun is coming up here in sunny Florida.

I am thinking about what we have all accomplished together and I am in awe of it.

Nearly $1300 to the Pediatric AIDS Foundation. A bunch of virtual strangers banding together, in the name of friendship, to allow the dreams of innocent children continue.

I'm amazed by this group of Bloggers.

And I am completely grateful to call you all friends, in every sense.

Even you, Kentucky. Even you. *wink*

Top of the Hour Pic Post.

Febreze this, bitches.



Heh. April fresh for another 3 hours.

Fuck y'all.

Word.

Hostile Takeover!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What up, bitches? It's me, Laurie, from Beauty and the Beer all up IN CP's house!!! Thought I'd give the princess a MUCH needed break, seeing as I can smell her...uh, essence or whatever, as soon as I bounced up in this bitch. Seriously. Caress, before you dress. I've only got one nose and I'm about to cut it off. No lie.

I have a confession to make and I thought what better place than here....in the Land of Honesty and Whatnot.

Hotband......

......isn't going to Georgia.

We are having a secret love affair and he is meeting me in Aruba for a week of monkey sex.

It's true.

I know....I know....how DARE this white trash come over HERE, to the PRINCESS HOUSE, and talk some shit??? I can see it on all ya'll's faces. Allow me to explain, before you pass judgement.

HAVE you SEEN him??????? I mean, I've seen some hot dudes before....I've dated a few....I've broke a few of their hearts....I'm no virgin to the hotness that is the man, people. But, something about him....just....curls my toes. He is....a GOD.



Ok....that's not him. But it's close. Doesn't it look like he's yelling, "Laurie is MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!" or something? I totally think it does and when I touch my privates, this is the picture I have in my masturbatory photo collage that I keep in my head. I have to use a still shot from The Mummy because Hotband won't give me any pictures of himself for fear I will post about our love on my blog. I understand. I know my place.

I am his "Side Dish". I can hang.

So, we are meeting up in Aruba for to consummate our love.

I totally think he's gonna tell CP that it's OVER between them and THEN, we will be together...at last. I've always wanted to hump an Israeli. No lie.

Me and my little Mummy.

Ok...who am I kidding????

Not a ONE of you, I'm sure.

I'm just here....as a pawn....letting mah gurl wash her snatch. Somebody's GOTTA do it, and I'm your gal.

Anybody seen the Febreeze? This computer chair stinks.

Top of the Hour Pic Post.

It's 5am, Babies! You know what that means?

Me neither.

I guess it means that the whole lot of us are insane enough to continue to ride this out. I imagine by next year, it will be like having a baby again. You won't remember the painful part, only the good things.

I've been having a ball with you guys.



This is me, rockin' out to the Red Hot Chili Peppers "Dani California". Figured it was enough to get me head bangin'!

Oh, and the hotband?

Yeah. Still asleep.

Fucker.

It ain't right. It just ain't right I tell you.

That's okay. I'm going to wake up my son at 8am...and then, wake up daddy dearest to take care of him! Moo ha ha. Then, I shall make my last two posts and go to sleep. No "but babe, I'm leaving for a week" sex for this bastard. He is heading out for a business trip to Marietta, GA.

He can go there with the most beautiful Robin's Egg Blue Balls the world has ever seen for this little stunt of his.

I hope his sack doesn't burst from the pressure.

Dogbutt.

Guest Post from Gin!

CP said that I could do a guest post while she gets some extra-hot
loving from the Hotband in the shower. But after reading her posts
throughout the morning, I have to tell y'all a secret.

I am not worthy.

Why, do you ask? (And I know you are all asking.) Even though my
formative years were pretty much the entire 80s decade (born in '81 baby!),
I know about this much about that time period. (Picture me holding my
thumb and pointer finger about a millimeter apart.)

My personal opinion is that all the home perms my mom and grandma gave
me and my sisters fried the brain cells that contain the memories of
early life. Or maybe it was the neon green shirt with the neon pink
shorts with the neon yellow jellies that blinded everyone (including
ourselves) and we just cannot visually recollect any occurrences of that
time. Or maybe there's a memory-erasing agent in Aquanet, because god
knows between a woman and three girls in one family, we went through enough
Aquanet to create our own personal hole in the ozone.

And if y'all doubt these fashion disasters actually occurred or ask
yourselves why a mother would torture her children with what was
considered fashion in the 80s, I have put in calls to BOTH my sisters to email
photo evidence of that shit ASAP. Those pictures give the phrase "big
hair" a whole new meaning.

Uh-oh...I can see CP coming back to claim her throne as the rightful
Certifiable Jewish 80s Expert Princess.

Excuse me while I go run and hide in my bathroom - and possibly put my
hair in, like, a totally radical side ponytail.
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Hm.

Who let HER in here? *LOL*

Damn it. Laurie left the door unlocked again. Wench.

Anyway, Laci won the music trivia. She's good. And fast! Oy. Maybe she will be a lovebug and post her answers in the comment section. She's bloggin' for a cause too...so if she posts her answers, stop by her blog too and offer her some support!

I'm one of her sponsors, so she BETTER be doing the right thing over there! *L*

See you at 5am.











Jesus. 5am?

*sobs*

Top of the Hour Picture Post! AND...Music Trivia!

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Nap. This is where I audioblogged from. Felt so good to lay down for a bit.

And this is my husband, sucking a WIENER...because you ARE what you EAT, Hotband! And you, my beloved, are a WEEEEEEEEEEEEENER!!!

Now, for those of you diehard enough to still be awake...ONTO MUSIC TRIVIA!

1) Who sang "Don't Forget Me When I'm Gone" and who did some guest singing in the song with this group?

2) What soap star of the 80's also sang a song called "State of the Heart"?

3) Two sisters formed a very big 80's group of the 80's. They sang a song about a shark. What was the song, who is the band...and who are the sisters?

4) Cyndi Lauper just wanted to have fun. What famous wrestling icon was in three of her music videos?

5) Who sang the song "Miss Me Blind"?

6) Abba had their very last number one hit in 1980. What was it?

7) The Police had their last number one hit in 1983. What was it?

8) We wanted our MTV and we got it!! What day, date and year did we get it and what was the first video ever played?

Go for it. You have until 4:30.

Audio Blog...cause I'm too tired to type.

And yes, it's 15 minutes early...but now, I can nap. Heh.

Top of the Hour Pic Post!

And this is why husbands suck...


"Oh baby. I will stay awake with you all night. I will make sure you get through this. I will be the best supporter ever. Don't worry. You can nap. I can take over for you anytime."

I don't THINK so, fucker.

I mean, seriously. This is the love I get? I am bloggin' for the CHILDREN...the CHILDREN, y'all. I am doing this for a good cause. A GREAT cause. I have racked up $1300 in support in a weeks time. I have people from all over the country calling me, messaging me, texting me, emailing me, commenting for me...and they don't even KNOW my ass.

You, however, you bald fucker...you are my HUSBAND. The HOTBAND! The one I talk about with so much reverance and love and affection.

I have let you violate holes I didn't even know could be violated...and THIS is the thanks I get? Shit. I think you might have even drilled a few of your own in various spots...and this is my thank you?

OH no no no, bitch. I don't THINK so.

So tomorrow? When you come "wagglin' yer junk" at me, telling me "it won't suck itself, babe"...I'm gonna tell you this:

Top of the......... aw, who the hell cares.

Resorting to Meme's...

cause I'm tired tired. *L*

You Are 5% Redneck

I'll slap you so hard, your clothes will be outta style. You ain't no redneck - you're all Yankee!

How Redneck Are You?

This one was sponsored by Laurie. *L* Slap yer hog and git on!

Top of the asdfioanfsdnnnnnnnn............

hoo boy.

It's starting to get to me people.

I am more than two-thirds of the way done. I think I am going into hour 17 right now. I am trying to focus on that...but it's getting harder. I'm really getting tired.

And now, with the hotband asleep, I'm toast. Dick. Told me he'd hang with me the whole night.

Eh. What the hell do you expect from Mr. Quicky McQuick Quick? I think I shall give him radically blue balls in the morning. But for now...



That's my tattoo. It's the only one I have. Its supposed to be a crescent moon, but as I have gotten fatter, the moon has gotten fuller. If I keep gaining weight, I will have the whole fucking Milky Way on my ass. Heh.

I got it when I was 30. Yes, 30. 10 damn years ago. I was NOT diggin' turning 30 at all and went out and got me some tattoo's up in North Cacklacky at Camp LeJeune where some dude I was shackin' up with was stationed. Hot. Nothing like getting your ass tatted in a Marine Corp Tattoo parlor. I have pics of it somewhere. Hm.

That would be funny to find and post!

Let me work on that.

Any tats? Where are they? What did they mean to you? Do you regret them?


HA! Check it out! This is a pic of me with Terry, the guy who did my tattoo! I can't find the pics of me actually GETTING my tat, but I did find this one floating out there on the internet! Check it out!



1996, People...although, someone forgot to tell my hair that.

Heh.

On the phone with DD...

You know all those righteous lookin' "I'm a Tough Ass Black Man!" pics he posts?

Yeah.

Don't believe the hype.

Bitch sounds like Ted Koeppel. He ain't black. Shit. Laurie sounds more ghetto than this brutha does! Hell. Laurie IS more ghetto than most. But I will tell you this...Dark Damian is one funny fucker.

He's been moving all day. Poor baby. Slavin' like the old days. 'Cept no one is whippin' him. Well, 'cept the wife. Heh. He told me that by the time I get to 6am I will be writing posts like...

"I like air. Air is good. Sometimes, I hold my breath to see what it is like to not have air. It's not good."

*LMAO* He's such a funny bastardo!

He is a very talented musician. Plays a mean bass guitar. Further proof that he is about as black as Tiger Woods or Hootie. Yes. Black man golfer. Black man folk pop singer. Black man bassist. Not buyin' it. None of it. It's a conspiracy to confuse the dumb white supremacists. White sheet buyin' mutha fuckers. Anyway, go show some love to my chocolate covered lollipop of hot assed love.

Hey, it can't be Israeli all the time, right?

The hotband has just fallen asleep.

This is the start of my being officially screwed.

He ain't hardcore like me.

I'm a convicted felon. 5 times in the joint. Word.

Top of the Hour Photo.

1 am.

I'm still here.

Who woulda thunk it?

This is the Hotband making the Universal Sign for something.

If you can tell me what the symbol is and what it means...you will win an ultra kinky prize!



That man is painfully fucking hot. Oy.

Am I wrong for wanting to do HIM, instead of THIS???


*the children, cp. think of the children.*

Ha. You chicken shits. No one did the prank call game. 'Cept for Laurie, who sang BRICK HOUSE at the top of her freakin' lungs! And she cheated anyway, cause she is dirty like that. She already HAD my home number. Asswipe.

On the phone with Big Pissy. She's a riot. She's talkin' to the hotband and invitin' him for some hot latina lovin' with her and her two daughters. Now how the hell am I supposed to compete with that? You have to hear this woman's voice. She is like...a Spanish Southern Belle! I can't even compare it to anything! It's like BUTTAH, darlin! Silky smooth, melt in your mouth, creamy buttah!

I gotta go eat some pudding now.

And the winner is................

Tense Teacher with 9 outta 10 correct!!!

You rock, babylove! You and the Geek were on fire with this one!

Sweet!

In the meantime, I have Pissy on one phone, Laurie on the other, Dark Damian, Jodi and Maven all up in my messengers!

Holy CRAP!!! THAT WAS FUN!!!

I'm so psyched.

Any requests for the next picture post?

Nothing dirty. Jodi's son is still up. *grin*

Top of the Hour Pic Post!!!

This post is going to be filled with a ton of shi...er, stuff (G-rated for Jodi's little boy!) *L*

First, keep plugging along at the 80's Music Trivia post! You keep sharing your answers, you dumb-butts! EMAIL them!!! *LOL* certifiableprincess AT YaHoO DoT CoM. Don't make this easier for the people at the bottom of the hour! ARE you out of your minds??? This is for a GREAT prize!

And now...the pic!




Yeah.

CP?

Lisa Lisa called. She and Cult Jam want their hair back.



*ahem*

Ready to play "Prank Me?"

I will give you the first 8 digits to my telephone number. Whoever figures out the last TWO, call me...sing really loudly into my ear and then, tell me who you are.

First one to ring my phone wins.

DONT POST THE PHONE NUMBER IN FULL UP HERE!!! *L*

Ready???

727-819-26 * *

Go!

MUSIC TRIVIA TIME...I LOVE THE 80's!!!

First one to answer EVERY QUESTION correctly wins. If you can't answer every question, answer as many as you can.

IF you are really cocky and don't want to share your answers, I will take Emailed submissions on this one as well.

certifiableprincess AT YaHoO DoT CoM.

1) This question is brought to you by the letter "P". Name FIVE 80's singers whose first name or last name starts with P...AND a song they sing!

2) "I won't harm you, or touch your defenses. Vanity, insecurity." Name the song and the artist.

3) Finish these lyrics: 'Too many men. Too many people, making too many problems,
and not much love to go round...'

4) What popular song had these lyrics: "Well, I talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk about it"?

5) Which Air Supply song began with the line, "I realize the best part of love is the thinnest slice"?

6) Who had a hit in 1985 with the song: In My House?

7) Who had the first "metal music" heavy metal album to EVER top the charts in the 1980's. Name the band...and one of their songs.

8) What 80's artist has sold the most albums in their career? Michael Jackson,
Lionel Richie, Prince or Bruce Springsteen?

9) "Waves crash baby, don't look back. I won't walk away again." What song is this from and who sings the crap out of it?

10) "Your lights are on, but you're not home,
Your mind is not your own.
Your heart sweats, your body shakes,
Another kiss is what it takes."
What's the next stanza to this song? What song is it? Who sings it?

Top of the Hour Piccie Postie!

More questions to the Hotband:

Pissy asks: I'm going to be in Atlanta on Thursday. Wanna meet for dinner one night?

Wow. I would love that. I work until midnight though. CP said I should just get you and your gorgeous daughters up in my hotel room. She would be jealous!

Jodi wants to know: What, besides CP's obvious good looks, awesome writing ability, and oozing sexuality attracted you to her royal ass??

Her royal ASS. I mean, LOOK at it!




*Sticks my tongue out at Kentucky Girl.* Yeah. WHO doesn't have a bangin' ass like J-Lo? I'm C-Tush, baby! *LOL*

Moving right along...

Annie wants to know: "CP acts so tough, and I certainly would NEVER want to get on her bad side, but I think she's really a soft, squishy creme puff inside. Do you think that's true? And if so, what do you think she's most tenderhearted about?"

Yeah, shes a big ol softy alright, especially when she sees a couple that is in love. She is a huge sucker for that. Also...for when I whip my junk out and ask her to hop on.

Summer wants to ask you: Have you ever done something embarrassing at a family function? (i.e. wedding, birthday party?)

I am THE most boring person alive, aside from maybe falling on my ass in my sisters wedding while trying to dance...I usually play it safe so I don't end up looking like a jackass.


Next half hour...80's MUSIC Trivia!!!

Yes, we are switching to music for a little while.

DAMN COCKEROACH!!!!

One of those flying surfboards just came RIGHT at my chair! Fucking HATE THEM!!!!!!! I screamed and freaked and erased my post!!! *LMAO*

Well, that shit certainly woke ME back the hell up.

Gawd. *eyeroll*

Here are some answers to your questions to Hotband:

Kentucky girl wants to know what is the most embarassing thing you ever saw me do in public.

I can't say she had ever done anything that would be embarassing to me...I would say she is more shocking then anything.


Jodi wants to know if you can make me download Yahoo Messenger.

I can't make her download it but I can help her with that.



Big Mama asks: what is the most embarassing thing you have ever DONE to THE Princess??? I want details! LOL!!!

Big Mama, I don't think there is amything I can do to embarass THE Princess, because somehow she would manipulate it, turn it around, and find a way for it to backfire right at me.

Big Pissy wants to know: How frequently do you take your laptop to the bathroom with you?

4 out of 5 times


Tense Teacher wants to know: Does anything that CP says ever surprise/shock you anymore?

Nothing new that she says, just the audience she chooses to say some things in front of. You know, things she says in public, or in front of the kids. She told our son the other day that everytime you forget to call your mother a kitten dies. Then she told him if you do it for a full week straight that your penis falls off. See what I mean?


Mr. Fab asks: How much would it take, or what would I have to do to um...rent his wife for one night? Name your price, man!

Brotha, ya just ain't got enough dough fo dat!!! I be the only PIMP she be wid!!!

Annie inquires: I believe CP said you have family in Israel?
How are they doing?

They are doing fine, thank you for asking. Some close calls, and the building where I grew up was hit last week, but all are doing okay so far.

Top of the Hour Picture Post...

and I am running behind schedule cause you are all mass-messaging me! *LMAO* It's hysterical! My phone, my email, three messengers...they are all pingin' and blingin' all over the damn place!

Excuse me while I pass out on my bed for a second and catch my breast...er, breath!



I just got off the phone with Big Pissy. What a southern drawl on that little Latina! It's hysterical! She's a fuckin' RIOT!

More at the bottom of the hour.

In the meantime, I need more questions for the Hotband. MORE, dammit! MORE!

(I'm a very demanding little bitch, aren't I?)

Recap.

The bottom of the hour posts are easier. I like them better.

Mr. Fab won the St. Elmo's Fire movie Trivia. Next game will be held at 11:30. But, I have a GREAT game for midnight. It's called "Prank me!" and it is going to be vital to my continued existance in this blogathon! It will also be very funny and a good way to earn prizes, cause you CANT GOOGLE THIS GAME!

Mwahahhahaaaaa. So there.

In the meantime, in the comments...ask the Hotband a Question! Anything. Anything you want to know about me, him, our ass eating animals, the kids, life, etc. And he will be answering the questions as I compile them.

So...do it! Ask The Hotband! NO question off limits!

Have fun!

So, I'm in AIM and chattin' it up with Jen and we are talking about British words. Hello? Did any of you know that a "fanny" is a vagina in England and a "bum" is an ass? A "boot" is the trunk of your car and a "flat" is an apartment. A "lift" is an elevator. How weird is all of this? A queue is a line.

Aren't you excited I told you all of this?

You know you are.

Hour 12 - MILESTONE!!!! Picture Time!

Halfway there, babies. I'm chuggin' along like an old fat Jew bitch should. I'm huffin' and puffin' and blowin' my hotband. *LOL*

And...my second wind is turning into a gentle breeze.

Shit.

That's what I get for eating a damn taco salad.


Maaaa-aaaa-aaaaan.

I'm tired. I think I shall nappeth for a bit.

Poof!

Oh. And this is my 200th post. Hooray.

Yippee yahoo.

Call me when I care.

It's 80's Movie Trivia Time again!

And no, Kentucky Girl, you may not play in this one, you two-time winnin' tramp.

Yer outta here.

The movie of the hour?

St. Elmo's Fire!!!

Now, I am battling a lightning storm here in Tampa right now, so I am likely to lose power. You just play and I will have Laurie jump in and moderate the game.

Shit. *sighs* Friggin' Florida.

You have one hour to answer the following:

1) One castmember of St. Elmo's fire was VERY pregnant at the time she played a virgin in the movie. Who was the actress and what was the name of her character?

2) One of the actors in the movie had a VERY serious drug problem and was asked to leave the set on more than one occasion. Who was the actor and what role did they play?

3) Give me the name and character played of six of the lead actors in St. Elmo's Fire.

4) One actor in St. Elmo's Fire got nominated for an Award! Can you believe it? Which actor was it and what award was he up for?

5) St. Elmo's fire is actually the name of a scientific phenomenon. What IS a St. Elmo's Fire in actuality and how does it tie into the movie?

6) Who wrote and sang the theme song "Man in Motion" from the movie?

7) Name ONE of the four taglines from the movie advertisements.

Go! Go now! And listen to NOTHING that Kentucky Girl says! Nothing!!! *L*

EDIT: Okay, I have practiced audioblogging and it works for me, so, if the power goes out, you will hear me, but not see me. Moo ha ha. I am the magical princess of blogdom!

Top of the Hour Picture Post.

YES BITCHES!!

Hour 11 has fallen upon me and I have gotten my second wind! Suck it up!

I am voguing for y'all in these pics. Recognize the beauty. RECOGNIZE!




Don't even ask me what's up with the hair. It's still a trainwreck. I haven't gotten that far along yet. Gee. It's only 8pm. *L* And the butterfly? Who knows. I am having a Mariah Carey moment. Let me vomit and make it go away.

I am listening to music now. I can't focus in life without music. I can't coordinate my life history without it. Every single song I hear plays an important role in where I am in my world. I have a soundtrack to my life. My most recent soundtrack consists of:

Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls.
This is My World - Darius Rucker (Hootie, minus the blowfish)
Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
The Ghost of You - My Chemical Romance

Each one of these songs reminds me of special things, special times...and they all make me want to write. I have inspiration infused in my musical choices. I appreciate music. I worship it.

If it had a dick, I'd suck it.

(Can't have me getting to sappy now, can we?)

Damn. Here comes the lightning again. ARGH!!!

I am continuing from the last post...

Panic disorder is an entirely different breed of animal. For example, I have issues with depression and bipolar disorder, however, panic is not one of my symptoms. Usually the zoloft or prozac paired with the clonidine will keep it under control, however, there is more to it than just the medications. If doctors are prescribing medication without talk therapy, they are gravely mistreating you. Part of being able to overcome depressive disorders to to pair medication with talk therapy. It's important to get to the root of the problem, to discover it, to deal with it and then, accept it. If you are still feeling panicked at the thought of riding an elevator, taking a long drive, etc., then you are not at the crux of your phobia. You haven't made it past the hurdle, you are just simply managing the symptoms. It's like having the flu. You can't cure it. It has to play itself out...but you can manage the coughing, sneezing and fever with medication. The underlying problem, the influenza, still remains.

I highly encourage talk therapy to my patients. Highly. You may think you have nothing to say to a therapist, and you very well may not. But, it is a great place to begin the search for the root of the problem. Sometimes it was one little incident that took place long ago that you have to work through. Someone in your corner to help boost your confidence is a bonus.

What I would suggest is making a tape or a CD of calming music or a good audio book to distract you. Make rest stops. Drink lots of water but nothing with caffeine. Bring things with you that comfort you, like some of your kids photos and put them on your dashboard. It will help keep you focused. Your ultimate goal, after all, is getting home again, right? The pictures will keep you centered. Get a handsfree system for your cellphone and talk with your husband and friends as you make this drive. The key here is to repeat to yourself..."People do this everyday. Everyday. I can do it too."

As for blogging, it is so so so important to a person who is dealing with manic disorders. It helps to reveal things that you wouldn't normally want to reveal to your everyday folks who you encounter. It absolves you of the wounds by releasing them from your body. It helps clean your guts. It washes out the impurities that clutter your brain. Journaling, online or off is amazingly therapeutic and it is something you should do. Chronicling your life sometimes gives you fabulous insight into what is going on. Going back into your archives is a wonderful way to see how far you have come and how much further you still need to go.

I think it is a great way to spend your time...and cheaper than a therapist.

Picture Post At the top of HOUR 10!!!

Finally!

Double digits. You have no idea how hard this is. Seriously. I am a slave to my desk. There is scarcely any opportunity to walk away from my desk for any length of time. I have to time out "shit posts" in order to be able to use the bathroom. It's hard. Very hard. *sobs*




I forgot to take my medication today. In case you didn't know, I am bi-polar. No, not the kind of bipolar that all the cool kids say they have. I am seriously, ICD-9 diagnosed as bi-polar. I have bouts of mania all the time, but for the most part, I am very well controlled by my medication. Whenever people talk about being "crazy", I feel proud to be certified, hence my name...Certifiable Princess.

I take two Prozac a day, 80 milligrams to counter the depression/anxiety/weepy whiney shit that is caused by my epilepsy and the meds. I also take one 60 miligram Cymbalta a day. That's to control the crazies.

There is such an amazing stigma tied to bipolar disorder or any depressive disorders for that matter. That upsets me. I think we are a bit too advanced to have such an archaic mindset. I mean, that to me falls under the same category as being ashamed of someone who gets lice, has HIV or becomes a victim of a seizure disorder. All of these things are so taboo. So secretive. So hush hush.

I put my experience as a manic depressive out there, because it is part of the person I am. I am not insane. I am not crazy. I am a very rational and sane person who has a severe chemical imbalance in her brain as a result of a head injury. It happens. *shrugs* I can sit home and throw myself pity parties and deal in silent shame, or I can put it out there and talk to other people about it.

I prefer the education route.

Fortunately for me, my manic phases aren't as violent as they used to be. Before I was medicated, I was a VERY violent person. The doctor originally told me I had a "rage disorder". Isn't that precious? Isn't that what they said about "The Hulk"? The problem was that I was not properly diagnosed, properly medicated or in a good therapeutic environment with an excellent counselor. Over the years, I have been able to feel when my flare ups are coming on. I warn my husband. He's very good about it. While I don't have the violent outbursts I used to have anymore, my manic phase sometimes manifests itself in shopping.

What's the problem with that?

Nothing really, unless you are able to account for thousands of dollars in purchases every month...and you are financially okay with it. I spend money. I aggressively spend money. I sit on ebay for hours and just shop for things that I don't even need, or want for that matter. My hotband helps me to keep that under control, but I do slip up frequently, hide packages that I buy and then, try to convince my husband that I've had "this old thing" for years.

He knows better. So do I.

What I am grateful about is the fact that my disease process is not genetic. I worried so much about my conduct affecting my children's behavior and personalities. They adjusted to my violent outbursts...but no child should have to live like that. So I got help. Lots of it. I got out of my marriage and learned to change my ways. My ex husband, bless his heart, was an enabler. He would feed the fires that burned me. My hotband does not. He cuts it right off at the root. Won't tolerate it, won't fight with me, won't engage in my personal battles.

He's a smart cookie.

Anyway, let me go gulp these down before I get all medieval on your asses.

Alrighty then...

The winner is...

*sigh* Kentucky Bitch. Again.

Well, at least that will save me some damn postage.

Wench, stop playing my games and let someone else win!!! *bitchslaps ya* You probably liked that, didn't you. DIDN'T YOU??? SAY MY NAME!!! SAY ITTT!!!!

Whoa. Punchy. Sweet.

Okay, the answers are:
Sarah Jessica Parker/Sex in the City.
Total gross was 80 million.
Elmore City HS in OOOOOOOOOklahoma. Heh.
Bon Jovi and Destination Anywhere.
Chuck's truck was a GMC.
23 pairs of feet.
And yes, Chris Penn. *sighs* I loved that man.

You suck, KG. You're lucky you are monitoring this Blogathon or I would so assrape you without lube for screwin' up my games!!! *LMAO*

Next movie trivia is at 8:30 PM and NO, KG cannot play. If she plays, I will stop blogging. All profits will be forfeited. I will not continue and make KG the most hated woman in the Blogosphere.

*snorts with laughter*

Too late! She already sucks! Mwahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaa.

Top of the Hour Pic Post

EIGHT HOURS! I am a THIRD OF THE WAY DONE!

Get down with my bad self!

I am leaving the Footloose Trivia Game up for another half hour, until the bottom of the hour. I realize it's harder than the others. That's because some of you are too fast with the Google! *L* I don't mind the shit being looked up! Hey, if you took the time to do the research...then, I ain't mad atcha!

The picture of the hour is called: "Why I Am A PimpDog" ~By Snoop.

This is why my dog is a pimp.


That white fur pouring out of his ass is my other dog, Suzu. Everytime Snoop lays down, Suzu comes up with her flat pekingnese face and gets it SMACK up against Snoop's bunghole and laps at it. Nothin' like tossed doggie salad to keep a bitch up and laughing.

I feel sick. And I think my husband is wiggling his brows at me.

Dear God we are SO not going there.

80's Movie Trivia Game Time!!!!

And the movie choice of the hour is...

FOOTLOOSE!

Cause I'm watching it...and I said so, that's why.

Here we go:

1) Footloose was the story of a kid moving from the big city to the farmlands. He is totally enchanted by the Preachers Daughter (Lori Singer as Ariel). The Preachers daughter had a best friend who gives her the "low down" on the new boy, Wren (played by Kevin Bacon). Who was the best friend played by AND...where would we have seen her lately?

2) What was the total United States Gross of the movie "Footloose"? Closest guestimate will win.

3) Footloose was actually based on a true story. Tell me the name and location of the high school that this fictional movie was based on.

4) Kevin Bacon was NOT the first choice to play Wren. Can you imagine that? Several people auditioned, like Tom Cruise, Christopher Atkins (The Blue Lagoon) and Rob Lowe. However, none of them were able to nab the role and the person the director WANTED wasn't interested in it. Who WAS the directors first choice and where did this person and Kevin Bacon eventually meet up in another film?

5) In the infamous car/truck race scene at the beginning of the movie, Ariel jumps from Edna's car into her boyfriend Chuck's truck. What was the make of truck that Chuck drives?

6) How many pairs of feet are shown in the opening credit sequence?

7) An actor from Footloose recently passed away of suspect and sudden circumstances. Who was the actor and was was the name of the actors character in the movie?


Most questions correct wins! GO!!!

Top of the Hour Picture Post...

Subject? "I would rather be doing this Blogathon than..."



Ugh. Dishes. I would rather throw the entire sink out than do these. Good thing I have a husband. Heh. If it were up to me, we'd be eatin' on paperplates every single night. I am hatefully sickened by dishes. And, as you can see, I haven't done them in a few days. *snicker*

So, give me five things you really hate doing. I mean...hate. Detest. Loathe.

Holy Crap....

NO I WASN'T ASLEEP!!!


WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK ME THAT!!!!?!?!?!


*sheepish grin*

Yeah. The couch is definately off limits for the next few hours.


7 and a half hours.

Oy.

Top of the Hour Picture Post.

Hour number 7.

Jesus H. Christmas. This is so much harder than I thought it would be. I am beat to shit. Seriously. I must have dozed off after my Subway sandwich because I woke up to the sound of a camera flash and a little, giggly 10 year old Secret Squirreling me.

Little kids. How do they know how to work all this techno stuff?

Behold...sleeping beauty.



Baby need nappy.

Thank Heavens...for my little girl.

My daughter, S., took mercy on her poor, fat, weak mother.

She bought me a 6 inch sub from Subway. Tuna on white with onions. Sweet. I scarfed that bitch down like Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat.

Now, I'm watching Footloose! Sweeter still!

Hm. Maybe THAT movie will be the next Movie Trivia game! Next game will be at *thinks* 5:30 pm. Yeah. That works. Footloose or Say Anything. Hm. Will have to think on that while I leave you this meme behind.

This will buy me enough time to pee, digest and nap for 20 minutes.

I'm outtie.

You Are 40% Gross

You're a tad gross, but generally you're a clean, hygienic person. No one can be perfectly clean all the time, and it's better to be human than a neat freak.

How Gross Are You?

Top of the Hour Pic - Hour 6.

Lord.

Help a bitch out. Please. Lightning? Crashing Blogger? Anything. I'm at your mercy, Lord. I'm too old, too fat and too tired, Lord. Rescue me from the insanity of this challenge.

Congrats to Laci on winning the Pretty in Pink Trivia. (Go see her answers in the comments at the game). She was on the money with all of them. And those fuckers were HARD too! Laci has won...something Pretty...and Pink.

Lucky for her, my vagina is not detachable.



The pic is of the boy child and the dog, Snoop. My husband calls him "Snooperific", "Snoop of Essence" and his newest one..."Chocolate Covered Snoopers". My husband is a low functioning primate.

It's Movie Trivia Time Again!

And the movie of choice is "Pretty in Pink" as suggested by Big Pissylovetoy.

Now, I loved me some "PiP". Wasn't my favorite. That was the Breakfast Club. But, this one runs really close to my heart too.

Let me freshen your memories on the main characters:




The main characters, from left to right.

Andrew McCarthy as Blane. Rich boy with a heart of gold. Then, of course, Molly Ringwald as Andie, the dimestore poor girl with a heart of gold. Lastly, Jon Cryer, the mac daddy geek with the...um, jacket of gold.

Then of course, your supporting players:
James Spader as the asshole, Steff. Annie Potts as the employer/best pal, Iona.

All caught up?

Good. Here we go.

Five questions. The one with the most correct will win.

1) In the record store where Andie works, Ducky gives the performance of a lifetime by dancing and lip-synching to a song. What was the name of the song?

2) Andie goes to CATS, a dance club, with Iona. There, she meets up with her pal, Simon. Who played Simon and who played the bouncer at the front door of the Cat Club?

3) There was a song playing during the prom scene that became a super huge hit of the 80's. Who sang the song and what was the name of the song?

4) Someone never got to see their theatrical debut. In the beginning of the movie, Andie had a best friend, a pretty blonde named Jena. By the middle of the movie, the actress is no where to be seen? What happened to the actress and what was her name?

5) Another famous movie was shot in the same High School where Pretty in Pink was shot. What movie was it? (Hint: It was PRE-Pretty in Pink!)

There you go!

Have fun!

Answers at the top of the hour.

Top of the Hour Pic Post. R-rated! Okay, maybe PG-13.

I got a pic request for my rack. It came from a woman, too! That's hardcore, man. If it was a man, I would have declined it...you know, out of respect for the hotband. But, since it was a woman who asked...it's all good. The hotband appreciates the equal opportunity whore he married. *snorts*

So, here's the infamous rack.



Do not click to enlarge unless you want to lose your eyesight permanently. Shit. My brastrap was twisted. Why didn't any of you TELL ME??? *eyeroll* Hateful bitches.

This is what my hotband gets for not being home to feed my fat ass. If he isn't home by 2:30, I show the royal golden cooze. Go ahead, fucker! Dare me! DARE ME!

Wow.

I am tired. Please don't hold anything I say or do against me today.

It's for the children, people. The children!

Anyway, any other pic suggestions will be taken into consideration.