I Need a Name *CONTEST*

Call it a writer's block or just plain laziness, but knowing me, it was probably just me dawdling from having to write the second half of my post.  So instead of writing what I should be writing, I was just hoppin' from blog to blog, making new friends and leaving my comments here and there.  It was during then that I came to this realization: that I need another nickname, preferably shorter, than my current 'dosweatthesmallstuff.' 

Originally when I started my blog, I was so swamped with all the Blogging 101s, it never occurred to me that I would actually need some kind of a name when referring to myself.  Other than the naming of my blog, and the fact that I want to remain anonymous, I thought I was pretty much set.  I don't regret naming my blog Do Sweat the Small Stuff.  In fact, if given another chance, I'd have done exactly the same.  Those five words truly sums up who I am--if you could call 5 words a sum up--I don't think I could come up with a better name! 

Okay, so I honestly thought I was a genius for coming up with the name (excuse me, was that a smirk? What does one need to do to get a lil respect around here?!? Geez people! Shame on you!).  Well, it didn't take long for me to realize that I've obviously overestimated my creativity.  I learned that when I introduce myself to other bloggers, or when I wanted to leave a comment on a post, many times I had to enter a name in addition to my blog's name.

The first few times, I just randomly enter my name as: Sweat Alot, Do Sweat, Sweaty... you get the idea.  I soon became aware that it would probably be better if I don't change names every time I left a comment.  It made me look stalker-ish, not to mention unhygienic. So that's when I decided to start using the name 'dosweatthesmallstuff.'

However, after having to type 'dosweatthesmallstuff' (that's 20 letters by the way)  pretty much every single time, the name is starting to lose its appeal (in other words, I'm really starting to hate it).  It's one of those names that's just too darn long to type, but not long enough to worth a copy and paste.

OK, so I need another nickname.  A shorter one.  But just as, uhm, intense and brilliant as 'dosweatthesmallstuff' (See, even as I write this post, I've typed dosweatthesmallstuff way more than I'd like to).  And no, I'm not trying to do subliminal messaging or anything like that by typing dosweatthesmallstuff over and over again.  But on second thought, if it works...

So, any of you care enough to give me a nickname?  Here are the RULES:

1. You must follow my blog (this is me hoping that you actually put some thought into it. I mean, whatever name I'll end up with is probably gonna be showing pretty often on your blog.  So unless you want 'YOUSTINK' appearing all over your blog whenever I comment on your posts, you might want to think twice about suggesting such a name).
2. I've made a button especially for this contest.  Please post it on your blog.
3. The name must be short or at least shorter than 'dosweatthesmallstuff'
4. The name must relate in some ways to my blog's name "Do Sweat the Small Stuff."
5. The name must not make me sound (overly) stupid
6. The name must not make me seem like I need a deodorant
7. It should honor my need to be anonymous* but still in essence, human (meaning, I'm an actual living full-time housewife and mother, not some automated computer system, just in case there are Thomases out there)
8. On your entry, write down the suggested name as well as your blog's name!

*Why I would like to maintain my anonymity: I have a fear that random strangers would find out where I live and start pelting my house with rotten eggs.  So yeah, revealing my name is not an option.

Now that we have the simple naming rules all set up, I shall commend the naming contest to begin.  Please keep in mind that this is the first time I ever use the linky tools.  I don't even know how this is going to appear, but please bear with me, yes?  I went to the linky tools site earlier, and they have this linky for "contests."  Sounds exciting to me, so I decided to go ahead and make this a contest. Yay!!! I'm calling it:  Do Sweat the Small Stuff 'I NEED A NAME' Contest

Oh, I'm already obsessing over your entries--0 comment would mean that nobody give a dang about me (boo hoo), while 250 comments would mean my current name seriously sucked and I need to change it pronto, right?!?!?  See just how twisted my mind works???

And for your effort and time spent thinking of a name for me, the winning prize... is...

Um...

ehem...

tik tok, tik tok,...

???

Um, this is what I can come up with (short of bribing, really).  Choose ONE:

• I will tweet your post at least once every hour for a total of 24 hours (that is equivalent to 24 times excluding my sleeping hours.  What, you think I'd wake up in the middle of the night just to tweet?  Not even breastfeeding would make me do that).
• You can write a post about me on your blog.  Ha ha! Just kidding.  But hey, if you want to, who am I to refuse?...
• I will include your grab button on every post I made for the duration of 1 week (so it would probably help if you pray and hope that I'm at my most creative that week; otherwise, you'd probably just end up being mentioned once.  Sorry, I'm just being honest here.  I really sucked at prizes, I know).
• A Certificate of Appreciation? Gosh, I'm lame...
• A Paypal Donation worth $50 made in your name to support a cause you care about.
  

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Thirsty Thursday Blog Hop: 4/28 and Terrific Thursday Blog Hop: Week 12

Thirsty Thursday Blog Hop 

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Terrific Thursday Blog Hop

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Wordless Wednesday (April 27th, 2011)

I'm On a Diet

Less Than Half Full

Innocence Lost

How to Lose a Husband and Alienate Your In-Laws Part 1

Whenever I'm pissed-off at my husband, my grown-up mind likes to conjure up imaginary--not to mention ingenious, if I do say so myself--ways to get even.  I could be sitting prim and proper in front of him having dinner, while in my head, I would be kicking his bloody arse left and right, kung-fu style.  What's not to like, eh?

In all these hypothetical situations, I'd like to call the heroine (me, that is) 'Unstoppable Jade Fox of Brilliant Mind,' and the villain (that would be my husband, of course) 'Retarded Fox of Questionable Morals.'

Behold followers, I impart to you some of the mighty moves in my Book of "How to Lose a Husband and Alienate Your In-Laws."**  The first part concentrates primarily on the main villain, whereas Part 2 would pretty much take care of his remaining sidekicks.  

**Please do not do this at home.  Unless you're absolutely sure you want to get rid of your husband (and your in-laws).  In that case, you should then follow these instructions verbatim.

1)  I call this move "The Roaring Ambush Fright."  

Damage: nerve damage, temporary blood stoppage to brain, eardrum busted. 

Result: victim may go into a fit or delirium.

You would need at least three alarm clocks for this.  The louder they are, the better.  You can also mix and match.  To give you some ideas on the different types of alarm clocks you can use, I've found this perfect article: 11 Alarm Clocks to Wake the Living Dead, by Kavita Mathur.  

Once you have the alarm clocks of your choice, set the timer of each clock to go off within 5 minutes of each other, starting from the loudest one.  Place them around the room, each one strategically placed just beyond your husband's reach, just after he fell asleep.  

In the morning, make sure you're up before those alarms are set to go off.  Pretend to be busy in the kitchen or if you have the option to be out of the house, even better.  Don't forget to repeat the above steps every other day.

 2)  The "Dreaded Flash Forehead" move.  

Damage: crushed self-image, loss of chutzpah. 

Result: victim will seek immediate hair treatment.

Take pictures of his bald spot, making sure that each one is as vivid and graphic as possible.  Taped them onto his bathroom mirror.  You can also use red marker to circle and draw arrows to further emphasize certain areas with the most hair loss.

>3)  "The Ancient Moon Crush" move.

Damage: spastic movements of Adam's apple, temporary loss of speech, bruised ego.  Result: victim may either go into a jealous fit or straight to a divorce court.

Constantly reminisce about "the one who got away."  Create a scrapbook for your exes and decorate them with words like "true love never dies" or "I wish you weren't in my dreams."  Frame them and put them around the flat screen TV.

4)  The "Double Ox Lift" move.

Damage: loss of breath, extreme embarrassment, crushed ego.

Result: victim may be the subject of office jokes or permanently quit his job.

Buy your husband a support bra for his birthday.  Then throw him a surprise party at the office.  Ask him to unwrap his present in front of his colleagues.  Shout "Surprise!!! They're for your man-boobs!!!"  Don't forget to record the special occasion, and make sure you zoom-in on his face with your video cam. 

5) The "Invisible Shield" move.

Damage: shrinkage of the testicles, blood stoppage to groin area. 

Result: victim may go into a fit or erectile dysfunction.

Insist on wearing a blindfold whenever you're having sex.  Tell him you don't want his face to ruin your "fantasies."  If you want to add insult to injury, you can also listen to you iPod while you're at it.

6) The "Mighty Wiener Chop" move.

Damage: severely broken or bruised ego.

Result: victim may try to enroll in penis enlargement program or seek immediate surgery.  Obsession with rulers may ensue.

Refer to your husband's male organ as "Timi the little Pecker."  Invite your in-laws for dinner, and ask them if "Timi the Little Pecker" is a hereditary thing.        

7) The "Deceptive Mist Hammer" move.  

Damage: bruised or broken nose, teeth knocked out, possible black eye. 

Result: sudden loss of sleep, mental disorientation.

When your husband is sleeping soundly, pretend you were asleep and then "accidentally" whack him in the face.

8)  The "Whooping Hunger Strike" move. 

Damage: hunger pangs, gastric problems, foul mood.

Result: victim may hyperventilate, but could remedy the situation easily by calling take-outs.

Prepare dinner for the kids only.  When your husband asks where is his dinner, tell him you think he needs to go on a diet anyway.

9) The "Drunken Fairy Slap" move.

>Damage: lump in throat and difficulty swallowing, shortness of breath, bulging neck veins and arteries.

Result: victim may go into a fit and/or suffer terrible nightmares.

"Accidentally" call your husband by the name of your old flame. Repeat several times a day.  

10) The "Defensive Wind Spirit" move.

Damage: nausea, gagging, general discomfort. 

Result: victim may be unable to breath, or knocked out for several minutes.

Make a habit of farting under the blanket. To help you deliver the most potent kind of gas, here's a list of things you can eat to prepare for your big night: baked beans, brussel sprouts, cheese, cauliflower, cabbage, milk, bread, eggs, beer, and raisins.

Read part 2 here...

Hop a Little Tuesday (Week 7)

Hop A Little Tuesday [Week 7]

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Mouthy, Lips, and Sweaty's Karaoke-O-Rama

So Mouthy and Lips booked us a private room at our favorite karaoke place.  It was our favorite because it was by far the cleanest and most family-friendly karaoke place in town.  Which meant chance encounters of the bimbettes or dickheads kind was highly unlikely.  It also had the most updated song selections and featured a karaoke system that's easy enough for gadget illiterates like us to handle.

The private rooms also came with a rotating disco ball, a set of tambourines (perfect for ABBA songs, by the way), maracas, and a conga.  The bigger rooms even had their own set of drums. Total coolness!!!

Armed with three microphones--that's one each for Mouthy, Lips, and me--we were ready to sing our way through the Billboard chart.

We were so 2011!  We heart: Usher, Will.I.Am, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Glee Cast Volume 1, 2, 3, and 4, B.o.B featuring Hayley Williams, Bruno Mars, Britney Spears, Flo Rida, Eminem, and Rihanna. Who said we couldn't keep up with the tweens, eh?

Worth mentioning was our buddy for the night: an Absolut Vodka called Kurant.  Mixed with sweet ice tea and lots of ice, Kurant tasted quite fantastic.  Before long, Mouthy, Lips, and I were rappin' and struttin', and doing a lot of "Wassup, yo?"  We jumped around and took it another notch with songs by the likes of David Guetta, the Black Eyed Peas, and Akon...

Dootz, dootz, dootz...  I was doing all these moves and dance maneuvers unbeknownst to me under um, more sober circumstances.  I felt dang invincible.  I was on a roll, man!!!

By the third hour, Mouthy suddenly had some kind of tummy ache. All those singing and screaming were making her gassy.  Lips went mellow and started doing doleful ballads like "Crazy" by Aerosmith and "If You're Not the One" by Daniel Beddingfield.  What the fug, Lips?!?  And as for me, I was getting increasingly annoyed at my overactive bladder.  I guess all those Kurant + sweet iced tea I guzzled down earlier were starting to mess around with my bladder.

I guess you could take the girl out of the 80s but you can't take the 80s out of the girl.  By the end of the night we were singing songs by Peter Cetera (when he was still the long perma-haired lead singer of Chicago), Debbie Gibson, Tommy Page (please don't ask), Air Supply, and Guns' N Roses.  We were back to being teens, to the time when first loves and heartbreaks reigned.  Every verse was memorable, pregnant with nostalgic memories and remembrance.  Heck, I even shed some tears.  What a wuzz.

Tired but not really eager to go home, Mouthy, Lips, and I decided to grab late-night/early-morning supper before calling it a day.  We drove to a nearby 24 hours coffee-shop where we splurged on comfort food.  Just for that moment, we'd like to forget about diets and muffin-tops.  We chatted about nothings, giggled over juicy gossips, and laughed at unfunny jokes.

By the time we each got home, it was around 5 a.m.  I could hardly keep my eyes open.  As my head hit the pillow, I realized that deep down I still had this wound that needed to be patched up.  I know that it was still there, but at least it's a little bit more numb now.  I had fun, so I considered it a successful night.  Granted, I was also too exhausted to think about basically anything at that point.  Oh well, I'll deal with it one way or another...

Thanks, Mouthy and Lips.  You girls were the best.

P.S: Here are some songs to take you down the memory lane... Cross my heart hope to die, I promise I'm not gonna tell anyone, ok?

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