I don't feel sassy. I don't look sassy. I don't sound sassy. And I definitely don't have the sassy look.
Yet somehow, somewhere, someone figured out the inner sassiness in me and has awarded me accordingly.
Ashley, is a sweetheart, and a true image of sassiness. She is bold, honest, colorful, beautiful, and a compassionate person with a true heart for her fellow human man (in this case woman). With an upbeat attitude and always showing her gratitude for life, I truly feel lucky to have her as a blogging friend!
Make sure you check her out and leave her some love!
When I think of a sassy person I see a talkative brassy person not afraid to speak her mind. Notice the emphasize on the word her? Can you see a man being sassy?!?
(Picture what Miss J. Alexander from ANTM would say right now) Never mind, Miss J. is clearly too picturesque for words.
I just want to take this opportunity to thank Ashley right now and mention the ten bloggers who I believe are sassy as well.
Recently, (yeah about two weeks ago) I received this interview tag from Kylie. I am just now getting to it because I either have writers block or severe ADD. And I hope it is the former ‘cause I don’t feel like being on meds and laying around all day.
It’s really simple; just five questions to answer and then you are done. It really is no tagging just a request from anyone who wants to participate. So email me and I send you a slew of questions (what! you thought you would get off easy with BIBI?), and then just post them and tell the blogging world where you got them from. Oh yeah! link to their blog as well. Have fun and enjoy!
Why did you start your blog and where do you get your inspiration for posts?
I started this blog on August 28, 2008. I needed someone to talk to since the hubby is not so loquacious and rarely does he let me get a verb in edgewise. So I started searching the web and happened upon blogs. I heard of them before but I thought it was only for famous people, because I only heard of like ‘Rosie’s’ blog and ‘freakanomics’, so I didn’t even try. But I gave it a shot that day and have been happily blogging since then. My inspiration definitely comes from my crazy, unpredictable, hilarious, wonderful children. There is never a dull moment in the BIBI household!
What is one thing in your past that you are either embarrassed or ashamed to admit?
Last week (Saturday) I hit a dog. I was so upset that I stopped in the middle of the two lane highway to town with cars and SUV’s zooming by. The owner came out when it got hit and I shouted a sobbing “I’M SOOOO SORRY!” He turned to me with a sad look on his face that I will never forget and just nodded his head. I’ll never be the same. Now if a squirrel looks as if it is attempting to play chicken in the road I’m STOPPING no matter what. I’m more sad and hurt that it happened then embarrassed or ashamed to admit it. Plus no one wants to hear any of my God awful stories of ‘oh! I’m so embarrassed, but I’m going to tell you anyway’ tales.
Is there anyone that you would like to go the rest of your life without having to speak to or deal with, but can’t because of what ever reason?
Yeah!! The EX. We had children together and sometimes we need to communicate but I haven’t spoken to him since November. Which, to tell you the truth, might be a good thing. I despise the man and I have to put on a happy face in front of the children as if I still like him. So I have to convince myself that it’s for the greater good, and then plan my day around being nice to that SOB when he comes around. Life is too funny. They say if you want to hear God laugh, just tell him what you have planned. Her stomach must hurt when she looks at me.
What is your best High School memory?
What good memory? That part of my life is in such a blur. I just remember being glad to get home and eat something.
What is your best memory in your adult life?
When my oldest (Tia) was born. She was two months before she started to gaze at me and then one day she actually smiled at me for the first time. The doc said it was gas, I beg to differ. When I have gas I definitely don’t smile like that at anyone, unless it is a rude person in the aisle at the supermarket. I let loose then, and then smile while walking past and watch them gag. Anyskittle, after she smiled at me, I felt 10’ tall that day. At that moment and to this day I adore that girl. And she IS a good girl!
Yes I am biased when it comes to my children but that is just like a momma!
Unrehearsed, no scripts, real life as I know it. This 30-something mom/wife/college student/sister/daughter makes no apologies for talking about her children (love all 7 of them), the hubby (currently my favorite subject), and the not so peaceful world around me (laughter is the best medicine). So take a look, read and comment. I so enjoy the company!
I don't feel sassy. I don't look sassy. I don't sound sassy. And I definitely don't have the sassy look.
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