Jan 14 2008
About
About the blog:
This blog is hosted by the always hilarious, albeit defunct World Wide Rant. All design rites are the property of Judith Shakes Designs.
The name of the blog was stolen with begrudging permission from The BlueBird Equation.
The Kid gets to take credit for naming yours truly. If his mother and I had only paid more attention to him, I’d be boring old Shannon.
Scattered around here are posts where I whine because my momma didn’t love me, where I try to break your heart, where I play Food Network, where I get in way over my head, where I confuse you, me and everyone in a 5 mile radius of us, and the occasion post where I totally validate you as a superior parent. And a bunch of other crap, too.
About me:
I was born in 1975 via emergency cesarian. This hasn’t affected me at all; well, except that given the choice, I’d rather leave the house through the window than the door.
My parents had a lot of sex. Just not with each other. I have 9 siblings, and I know 2 of them.
I was raised in one of the more awesome Judeao Christian cults. And then I got a sex drive. And then I choiced out.
I moved to Colorado in 1992. After a good bout with altitude sickness and a wee bit of frostbite, I realized that you can get drunk way faster one mile up. Denver is awesome and and I decided to stay for a while.
I met a boy in 1996 and forced him, totally against his will, to have sex with me. Shortly thereafter, I got my engagement ring. It weighs 90 pounds, stand 4 1/2 feet tall and smells a bit off, 11 years later.
I think I am funnier than I am. I imagine that I have great taste in music. I can cook, just not cookies.
[...] to live in fear though and like most of the rules of my childhood I broke this one too. A good friend of mine very much believes in astrology to the extent of learning how to make charts and such. Her [...]
[...] mad. Wit is something I lack (in other words, I am”wit-out” wit or witless). Then pure genius comes along and says something funny, irreverant, thought-provoking AND then manages to squeeze it [...]
I actuallly think you are funnier than you think you are. Well, wait, you do think you are funny. Okay, so maybe you and I think you are funnier than other people do. How’s that sound?
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Stumbled on your blog -and I think its a riot!! Glad I found it, and thanks for putting a huge smile on my face! I need some whiskey in my sippy cup, too! LOL I have just started this whole blog thing, and I am surprised to find so many moms in the same “life”. Glad to know we are all laughing together! :)
Leslie’s last blog post..“I’m just here to pick up my mail”
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Got your comment after linking your blog. Thanks for sharing such important stuff!
I have an eight-month-old, my first, and am 95% positive that I have PPD and/or PPA. Slowly trying to come to grips with the fact that I need meds. Am resisting out of fear, not wanting to let go of breastfeeding, scared of meds in general, scared of weight gain (history of eating disorder), meanwhile, I’m causing serious damage to my marriage, venting tons of rage at my husband, and not enjoying the happiest, sweetest, cutest baby girl that I can’t believe I gave birth to. Not feeling like I deserve her at all. Just moved across the country to a small town where we know two people. Bought our first house which is turning out to need a lot more fixing-up than we expected. Feeling very isolated. It’s hard. I’m almost ready to call that doctor….I need to do it for my daughter, my husband. But I’m so scared.
Anyway, reading your post made me feel a lot less crazy, a lot less alone, and like SOMEONE FINALLY GETS IT!!! I can’t tell you how important that was for me. Hope I have the courage to blog about this someday, when it’s over.
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I can’t read this blog very often, because it makes me miss the author too much. She was forcefully taken from me and relocated to the land of Shatner. She belongs in Denver where we can have our all night talks and she can keep me off of the clock tower one day at a time.
She’s smart about her blog, and it can’t be an easy balance to strike. She is honest and forthcoming with her stream of conciousness enough to make this disjointed wad of prose fascinating, however she edits her thoughts enough to keep the straightjackets at bay.
Love Ya Doll!
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[...] Mr. Lady of the Sippy Cup writes about Biden: He was raised in the same city I was, which is about the size of your pinky. He graduated from the Catholic school right behind the McDonald’s we went to. Our “city”, and believe me when I tell you that I use that term loosely, is economically and racially diverse in a way that I have rarely seen in any other city I’ve been to that wasn’t a major metropolis…. It’s an interesting place to be from, if for no other reason than that you cannot be a racist, or a classist, or an elitist in any way unless you never ever leave your house. [...]
You were, are, and always will be totally hilarious! One of my faves to hang out with!
I remember blowing bubbles at your graduation party that lasted six hours longer than it was supposed to.
I remember begging for the time warp at prom!
I remember your totally out of the blue show up in my life a few years back and returning the favor this year.
I still have the incriminous reunion picture on my desk at work (if only they knew what happened beneath the frame).
Overall you are the sexiest person i know in true life and I am proud to call you Mr Lady (Does this make me nasty?)
Once upon a time, Kristin wrote..If elephants can miss members of their pack, why can’t dogs?
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You rock, thanks for the blog.
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lol
Once upon a time, micki wrote..The Hothouse
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Just found you via a comment on Merlot Mom - loved the name “Mr. Lady”. I’ve seen “Whiskey in my Sippy Cup” around town, just hadn’t had the opportunity to check it out. You’re funny. And smart. And purdy. My name’s Chris - a not nearly as exciting as you housewife in Utah. Nice to meet you and I’ll be back.
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