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We’re gonna party like it’s 1984. Or something with better lyrics. by @alotofnothing

Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing] — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 17:00:30 +0000

I asked the all-powerful internet for some assvice on which partay songs should be included in an all-out party bash. (side note: If you need help with anything at all in the world, ask the Twitter.) I put in some of my own songs I require to boogie down, but if you have some opinions of some of your favorite party songs, give ‘em to me!

Modern and/or Gay (the happenin’ stuff those college kids and/or gays dig)
Take Your Momma by The Scissor Sisters @kim205
For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert
Rockstar by N.E.R.D.
Typical by Mute Math

Rock (hairband and the like)
Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard
Lay Your Hands on Me by Bon Jovi
You Really Got Me by Van Halen
Break on Through by The Doors

Pop (aka, losing your street cred)
I Got a Feeling by Black Eyed Peas @kaisermommy
Baby by Justin Bieber featuring Ludacris @tjbarber
Move Ya Body by Nina Sky @jhdevenny
Holiday by Madonna @mandylee29
Body Language by Jesse McCartney @tjbarber
Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough by Michael Jackson @corrinrenee
Hella Good by No Doubt @mandylee29
I Know You Want Me by Pitbull

Old Dance (straight from my middle school dances)
Gonna Make You Sweat by C+C Music Factory
Good Vibrations by Marky Mark & the Funky Bunch
Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice
Unbelievable by EMF
Push It by Salt n’ Peppa
Just a Friend by Biz Markie
Party Like It’s 1999 by Prince

Hip Hop (for white guy dances)
Hypnotize by Notorious B.I.G by @jhdevenny
Let Me Clear My Throat by DJ Kool @jhdevenny
Nuthin’ But A G Thang by Dr. Dre
Tic Toc by Lords of the Underground

Oldies (but oh, so goodies)
You Make Me Feel Like Dancing by Leo Sayer @grace134
Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen @superjules
Fat Bottom Girls by Queen

Country (only the cross-over, fast-paced kind)
Chatahoochee by Alan Jackson @mandylee29
Goodbye Earl by Dixie Chicks
Boot Scootin’ Boogie by Brooks & Dunn
I Feel Like a Woman by Shania Twain

And your suggestions are…?

Teenaged girls should not have the key to their own flower by @alotofnothing

Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing] — Sun, 09 May 2010 00:00:53 +0000

So, I have this friend.

She shared this story with me back when she was 16. Back when boys were stupid and girls didn’t believed it.

This friend had an on-and-off boyfriend as most high school “relationships” go. This boy was a dick as most teenage boys are.

This friend had had a few boyfriends and had been through a few bases on the ole Baseball Field of Sex. She hadn’t yet made it all the way around to the batter’s box, but as teenage girls are inclined to do, she thought she needed to give it up to the asshole teenage boy.

Teenage girls should never be given the keys to their own chastity.

She hastily thought the scene through in her stupid head: she’d surprise him with her flower.

stupid

What really happened, so she told me:

After school, she shows up at his house unannounced, his sisters were home, but no parents. The perfect setting for romance, eh? She pulled him to his sheets-less bed as stupid teenage boys tend to have. She locked the door from the sisters and the possible parent coming home. Ahhhh the romance.

She told him it was time. “Time for what?”

Teenage boys should never be given the keys to anything.

It happened. Unprotected.

It look all of about 76-1/2 seconds and it didn’t even finish with fireworks or volcanoes erupting.

Teenagers are completely stupid.

She told me the dumbest part of the whole ordeal: she had to leave right away to make it to band cheer-leading practice.

I’m afraid I make men gay. by @alotofnothing

Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing] — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 16:05:46 +0000

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I thought when he asked me to be his girlfriend.

He asked one day in writing, and I instantly responded with an emphatic, “Yes!” I truly was the luckiest girl in the world. All the other girls congratulated me on my accomplishment in attaining the crest of relationships. Him.

J had wavy blond locks and deep crisp blue eyes. His muscular arms wrapped around me and comforted me when I felt shy with him. I had never dated someone as handsome, as well-liked, and so secure. I felt so lucky.

We would talk endlessly on the phone about family, education, and dreams for the future. We would write to each other about our feelings and family. J had my heart.

And then it happened.

We were at a school dance with all of our closest friends. Music blared while we talked, joked, held hands. He put his arm around me.

Then the music slowed down. We went out to dance.

Dancing with J was a new experience. His arms were tight around me. And it happened.

My first kiss.

I hear he’s gay now.

. . . . . . .

Should I be worried about my husband turning gay on me?

THAT, is a mystery for another day.

. . . . . . .

(Originally posted on my blog with some minor changes since I’m much more Awesome now.)

Nuggets of Awesome by @alotofnothing

Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing] — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 15:55:33 +0000

You little minx.

You’ve been naughty, and you’ve been caught.

You thought you’d get away with posting that revealing nugget of Awesome on your blog without being noticed. But, guess what. You were noticed.

And we LOVE you for it.

“Nugget of Awesome” is a collection of the best raunchy, racy, titillating, funny, sexy, Awesome, dirty, and/or all of the above posts from around the interwebs. We’ve found them, and we’re here to tell you about them. (And we definitely have a wee bit of Green-with-Envy-itis.)

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Best of the Best

Enjoying the Small Things’ Nella Cordelia: A Birth Story
Kelle
“This is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write in my entire life. The hardest and yet the most beautiful. As I even just begin to type here, late, in the dark in my room alone with my girls sleeping next to me, their little faces barely visible from the glow of the the same candles that flickered in a very special room one week ago, my heart starts aching thinking of where I was at exactly this moment last week.”…continue reading…

Piper’s “Letters of Love” Series
Piper of Love – Blithe Revival
“Mark and I have a very special ‘how we met’ story.
It’s interesting and romantic, it’s charming and almost perfectly old-fashioned.
We met through the magic of the Internet. It was a gigantic leap of faith for me, but looking back now, I think my reluctance only helped to make it special.
Even though it went against everything I believed about the rituals of pursuit, it was me who contacted him first. His was the only profile on match.com that I found interesting at all. I read it a hundred times. It was as wordy as it was smart, it was funny and very well-written.” …continue reading…

Miss Britt’s “On Honesty. And whole lotta talking about God.”
Britt
“I believe that God has a plan for me, and for you, and for Jay. I believe that God can dream much bigger than I can. I believe that my own understanding of what is good and best for me is limited compared to what God knows about happiness. I believe that God can see “the end” much more clearly than I can, and I have faith that that “end” will be better than anything my cynical mind can possibly imagine.”…continue reading…

XBox4NappyRash’s “There’s a Baby Coming” Series
Martin
“The idea of your arrival being impatiently awaited on distant shores makes me smile, a concept sickeningly over-poetic in terminology, yet still incompetently insufficient.”…continue reading…

Lotus’s Weekly Winners
Cooperative linking
ANYone can participate by posting their favorite photographs taken the week previously. Post your pictures on Sunday on your own blog, then link back to Lotus’s Weekly Winners post. Simple and tons o’ fun.

Mrs. Call Me Crazy’s A Fairytale. Or a True Hollywood Story
Life’s Crazy Joke
“Virginia the Vagina has spewed out three kids. Two of them came out in a 17 month period. Today we are going to focus on that experience and how it has left her crippled. For life.
I married a man whose wiener is named, Horse. I guess the name is suitable because it most resembles that animal.
Horse and Virginia get along really well. They are best friends.
I got pregnant. Virginia got pissed.”…continue reading…

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What, pray tell, qualifies a post for our Awesome Seal of Approval? Pretty much Awesome. If we like it a lot, we may put it up for sharing. No, it doesn’t have to be about sex (however, it definitely gets you bonus points), or about being bad (again, bonus points), but it has to make us at least comment and tell others of its Awesome.

We can only do so much in our slacker lifestyle, so if you know of a great post that deserves our “nugget of awesome” stamp of approval, let us know. You know you wanna see this badge all over the internets, so get to telling us who made you happy to be a blog reader so this badge can be attached to the awesome post.

It’s not every day I get to call my Itty Bittys a Decolletage. by @alotofnothing

Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing] — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 13:57:27 +0000

Well, HI THERE! all you lovelies here at the dirtiest room on the interwebs. I’m here to make things even more Awesome than they already are here at 704.

You should know the big boobage around here already with VDog, Dawn & Flinger, so I’m figuring they brought me on to bring down the average cup size. As a larger lady with lovely lady lumps like mine, you’d think they came along with a set of massive funbags, but unfortuntely, the boob fairy skipped over me and granted my sister with the familial breasticles.

Hers? Are magnificent.

Mine? Are Itty Bitty Titty Committee charter members ravaged by months of breastfeeding nearly Irish twins. Not so spectacular.

When I tell the peoples of the interwebs that I have the biggest ratio of chesticles to body mass, they don’t believe me. Way back when 6 months ago at BlogHer ‘09 (woot! woot!) when I met many of my fellow computer dwellers, I had my sweater puppies out, raised, and propped up with the aid of little air pockets courtesy of the best bra known to the big woman. They gave me out-and-proud, ever-important decolletage. (I totally learn stuff watching Project Runway.)

Family dinner nights when I wear them out and at attention, it’s hard to get my husband’s attention up to my face. Cause really, let’s be honest. He’s not really looking at the teeny tittys on days when they’re hidden in the threadbare everyday bra. (Proof: the picture I had him take above.)

On a normal, yoga pants-wearing day, my titties are folded into my tiny 42Bs (yes, they DO make that size, they’re just found on a month-long scavenger hunt to the big girl store).

Normally, I’m pretty much lucky to find my bewbs reaching out past my belly rolls.

Do yours hang low, or do they wobble to and fro?

Or both?

Angie is a well-rounded internet pro. With an online children’s store, a personal blog about nothing, a co-op blog with like-minded snarky women, and a heavy hand at Twitter, she knows the internet and the world of social networking well. In addition to a full internet life, Angie has two young girls and a husband who puts up with a lot of her computer-driven life. She enjoys her TV and DVR more than what is considered healthy. She understands the happiness found in a good meal and isn’t afraid to take a second helping of everything good in life.

My motto: “Might as well do something while you’re doing nothing.”