So I’m still relatively new to Marie’s blog but she had her first Coffee Contest and I entered. It was to ask her questions that’s all you had to do. I mean, I was just being nosy because I was still kind of new and here I am – a winner!

Winner = Me

Yesterday I got home from a long day of poopy diapers and tantruming 3 year olds at work and found I had a package.

A BIG package!

I grabbed a pen and ripped that sucker open and found all of this amazingly perfectly Jamie goodness!

The contents included an adorable tote to carry around my stuff, a notebook with pretty shoes to write all my lovely thoughts and lists, a coffee mug with a great proverb on it and…

AND!

The One Hundred: A Guide to the Pieces Every Stylish Woman Must Own by Nina Garcia

Now this means one of four things:

1) Marie thinks I dress bad and could use some tips
2) she’s been reading long enough to know I am obsessed with Project Runway
3) Marie is a psychic and knows I have been wanting this book for the longest
4) she just has really awesome taste!

When I opened the box and seen the book I may or may not be lying when I say I shouted out, “SHUT YOUR FACE! SARA COME LOOK AT THIS!”

Needless to say, I was ridiculously excited and this is the best contest prize ever.

Thanks so much, Marie. You are awesome!

Now everyone go stop by Marie’s Blog Cafe and tell her how cool she is.

Alternatively titled: Bloggers You Should Read Because I Adore Them And Wish We All Lived Near Each Other So I Could Make Them Hang Out With Me*

Or: Bloggers I’m Loving So Much Right Now They Need Some Linky Love

Or: Go Read These Blogs Now Or You Suck At Life Thx**

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Mermanda at Cusp of Normal

Lauren at Strict Shenaniganist

Jessica Maria at Tried To Live Forever Every Day of the Year

Katelin of Gorgeous Footsteps in the Sand

Brandy from It’s Like I’m…Maaagic!

* Fuck. They all are going delete me off their readers, facebooks and twitters because they are now creeped out by that girl who thinks she is lovely.

** Seriously, it’s been proven and you don’t want to suck at life, amiright?***

*** I’m totally right. I couldn’t be anymore right.

**** Why are you still reading this? Go read their blogs now.

What is this girl talking about, you ask? Well let me tell you!

BlogDay was created with the belief that bloggers should have one day dedicated to getting to know other bloggers from other countries and areas of interest. On that day Bloggers will recommend other blogs to their blog visitors.
With the goal in mind, on this day every blogger will post a recommendation of 5 new blogs. This way, all blog readers will find themselves leaping around and discovering new, previously unknown blogs.

Two L’s Please – Hillary just got married, well got married a few weeks ago and is just getting around to posting about it! She has a cutie pie puggle named Stella who will never be allowed to eat bright red yogurt again and is all around awesome.

Gorgeous Footsteps in the Sand – If Katelin and I lived in the same place, I’d force her to be my best friend. I had an amazing time hanging out with her in San Francisco last month and was sad we had to leave. She wore a McDonald’s bag on her head, drank lots of wine with me and even video blogged with me. Our love for Pacey and Hollywood gossip knows no ends.

Cleveland’s a Plum – Alexa was actually here in Chicago a few weeks ago and I didn’t get to meet her. It was a huge bummer because everyone else in the world has met her and said she is just as awesome as she seems. She has the best job ever and hits me up on gchat to tell me the most ridiculous things ever (still jealous, by the way!) and LeBron James even smacked her ass once.

It’s Like I’m…Maaaagic – If you don’t read Brandy yet, you really should. She’s hilarious and will one day marry George Clooney. I have no doubts. She was the first 20something blogger I ever found and I love her to pieces. I also want to be her BFF!

The Bloggess – Now seriously, if there is ever a blog that leaves me cracking the fuck up while I’m reading, it’s this one. The kind of laugh you can’t hold in and if you were somewhere in public, everyone would look at you because ewwwww, gross you just spit your drink our your nose kind of laugh. Jenny is fucking hilarious. Whether it’s drag queen legos or murdering the top 5K bloggers on Technorati so she can have the top spot. Go read. NOW.

There you have it. My Blog Day blog recommendations. Be one of the cool kids and post this on your blog too so all your readers can find some new blogs!

Hey Jamie’s Internets!

I’m Crissy from Crissy’s Page and I’m the Queen of Fucking Everything but I’m also your guest blogger today.

Woo. Hoo.

Since Jamie seems to be just a little bit of a dog person, I thought I’d write a dog story for alla y’all so you don’t miss her like her doggie misses her.

Here goes…

When I graduated from High School I got a Greyhound as a graduation present because I wanted one very, very badly. My parents finally let me get one because they knew I’d be moving out soon and taking the doggie to college with me. So that’s what I did, and let me tell you this right now Internet. Greyhounds are not good apartment dogs. At. ALL. They need wide open spaces with plenty of furry woodland creatures to harass. And you don’t get that in an apartment in the city. All you get is an occasional bird and birds are fucking fast!

Faster than greyhounds.

We lived on the third floor of an old Victorian tenement house. There was a narrow spiral staircase leading to our apartment and it just freaked Tashi right out. That was her name. Tashi. I called her T-Rex and Trexie and Sexy T-Rexy because I’m really queer like that with my pets, and some people we knew called her Pointed Dog, but we hated those people so they don’t count.

Anyway, she would take those stairs painfully slowly. One. step. at. a. time. until we finally reached the bottom and she would wag her tail in relief that she got down safely. It was not a good time for either of us, believe me. It took us like eleventy hundred minutes just to go out for pees and poops!

One day I was getting dressed for class and my fiance, who I was shacked up with at the time, and who is now my husband, had just left for work. Being a typical b-o-y he did not close the door all the way. Well who do you think decided to take those fucking stairs like her ass was on fire?

Yup.

I heard THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! as she made her escape. I dropped my mascara in the sink and ran to the stairs to see only her tail trailing behind her as she shot out that door and down those steps faster than an astronaut riding a Crack Rocket.

I have no idea what that means. It sounded good though, didn’t it?

Anyway, she was FAST and I went running after her and tried in vain to catch her. When I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, she was running around the driveway and was all like “Weeeeee!!!! this is great!” and I was all “Tashi Ssssstoooooppp!” when I noticed that cars were slowing down and one guy even pulled over.

Huh.

“The dog is just in the driveway. These people are so nice! They’re stopping just in case she runs into the street. Oh my god! I love them. What nice dog loving people they are!” I thought to myself.
And then I felt the draft.

And I looked down.

My fucking shirt was open!!!

I was running around my front yard on a very busy street with my jumblies out. I had a bra on, but still. The girls were largely uncovered and my shirt was just a flappin’ in the breeze!

“Tashi, you fucking fuck” I grumbled as I grabbed the front of my shirt and held it closed while attempting to catch the god damned dog with only one hand.

Eventually, she allowed me to catch her and let me tell you Internet. There were no tummy yummies for like a week after that bullshit!

I was pissed. off.

So the moral of the story is:

Never try to make a Greyhound an apartment dog unless you’re willing to flash your goodies to the whole neighborhood.

The end.

Thank you! You guys have been great!
If you’d like to come and worship the Queen some more you should come see me!!!!

I’ve been playing with my Barbies again.