tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43552342484092985742024-03-19T04:22:47.134-04:00Mommy UndressedIt's gross, it's messy, it's motherhoodBrandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-63758818337785454172011-05-20T08:52:00.000-04:002011-05-20T08:52:07.158-04:00THIS BLOG HAS MOVED!!!!!!!!!!!Well my friends, I held my breath and took the leap overe to Wordpress. Come visit the new Mommy Undressed at http://www.mommyundressed.com/
Thanks for all your suport:)Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-25014596877780249932011-05-04T19:22:00.001-04:002011-05-04T19:22:38.365-04:00Wordless WednesdaySummer is just around the cornerPublished with Blogger-droid v1.6.8Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-47227101365731081392011-04-29T08:24:00.001-04:002011-05-03T00:49:16.490-04:00Divorce and ChildrenDivorce sucks. There's no other way to put it. It just does. It's messy. It's emotional. It's heartbreaking. It's a complete pain in the ass. Day in and day out you search for every avenue to take that will do the least amount of damage to your wallet and still stay sane. You stay awake at night wondering where you went wrong x amount of years ago when you married that person. I mean it was Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-88975847452875301572011-04-28T12:29:00.000-04:002011-04-28T12:29:00.704-04:00The Situation RoomThe White House has this really COOL room called The Situation Room where all the cool shit goes down. This is the place where Mr. El Presidante does his business (not the #2 kind). Business like controlling the ENTIRE US from this one room! Friggin' cool!
Picture it, 8am Monday morning, the President rolls up after smoking his menthol cigarette with a large gourmet coffee that your tax dollars Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-71145938389448120132011-04-18T21:18:00.000-04:002011-04-18T21:18:49.705-04:00Your Psychopath GirlfriendI'm not going to lie to you people, I am in some serious fucking frigging pain right now. I'm pretty sure my body was hijacked around 9am this morning. My day started great. My kids were like little angels running around with halos on. We were all up, fed, dressed, and out of the house by 6:45 (a new record). We stopped by BF's work to bring him coffee and for me to get my good morning kiss (thisBrandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-66952068503567963962011-04-14T10:09:00.000-04:002011-04-14T10:09:24.486-04:00Hog Tying and Smelly FeetThere is a rodeo in my house every morning. At 6:35 the gate flies open and Pheobe runs down the hall with me hot on her tail. Once in the living room I wrestle her to the floor to commence taking off her pjs and change her diaper. This whole process all too much resembles trying to hog tie a calf. I'm still waiting for my gold buckle. I've got it down to 30.2 seconds. She squirms and kicks,Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-83429563493210699682011-04-13T11:51:00.000-04:002011-04-13T11:51:51.242-04:00If I Get Kicked in the Balls.....A 4yr old's perspectiveSo there we are, as we usually are at dinner time, sitting around the dinner table...eating. Surprise! Normally dinner is spent strong arming and threatening to beat the minions into eating at least 1/3 of their dinner. And that's about it. Nothing exciting. Usually more exhausting than anything. So there we are, still, trying to eat when Theo looks up at me "Mommy," he says "when someone Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-9593499361831455812011-04-13T10:00:00.001-04:002011-04-13T10:00:18.376-04:00Wordless Wednesday8amPublished with Blogger-droid v1.6.8Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-76162382503874036802011-04-05T21:50:00.000-04:002011-04-05T21:50:02.877-04:00I Took The PledgeI've been there, I've been bullied on my blog. When I first saw it I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Almost like you felt when your first 'love' dumped you in high school. So I did the first thing that came to me, I turned to Twitter. I was nervous at first. The bullying had also spread to Twitter at one point, but this was my blog we were talking about. To me it was like walking Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-59401270634834971382011-04-05T19:18:00.001-04:002011-04-05T19:19:33.673-04:00Bringing Sexy BackI feel sexy. Really sexy...well 99% 90% of the time. So my boobs have a bit of a sag and my nipples no longer point straight ahead. I have a bit of a foopa and a slight jiggle in my hips. I even wake up some mornings shocked to find that my mother's thighs took over mine. But I really do feel sexy. I love every curve of my body(especially the ones created by my minions). I think I even Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-68839875920653632082011-03-31T22:47:00.001-04:002011-03-31T22:50:50.581-04:00I Found MY WordI did it. I found my word. That one word that describes me and all that I am. It took me a while, but I found it. I've been looking for this word for a few years now, i just didn't really know that was what I was looking for. I kept thinking that I was trying to find myself, to reinvent this new being who suddenly found herself a mother, wife, and now soon to be divorcee. I kept saying, "That's Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-69839606395650847752011-03-30T23:31:00.001-04:002011-03-30T23:31:17.331-04:00Wordless WednesdayMommy's Sexy TimePublished with Blogger-droid v1.6.8Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-39766196110917442012011-03-25T11:43:00.000-04:002011-03-25T11:43:49.715-04:00Conversations with The DonorThis morning I was tweeted this awesome picture of me by @ScreenscapeS as a super hero. (my favorite one at that)
I was proud so I threw it up on Facebook for all my non-tweeps to see. And who do you think the first person to comment on the picture was? Ah yes, you guessed it, The Donor. And so began the friendly banter that made me chuckle for an hour this morning.
The Donor: You realize Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-82652519525405529992011-03-24T13:30:00.000-04:002011-03-24T13:30:05.141-04:00Brandi in the Raw-One Classless BitchFor those of you that know me personally know that this past year has been nothing short of interesting. Perhaps one of my favorite most interesting moments was when I was called 'classless' on Twitter by another user. I saw this on Twitter and immediately jumped and thought, "Classless???? Who the fuck are you calling classless???? Bitch." I think I proved her point with that thought alone. Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-31793651312540759222011-03-23T14:28:00.003-04:002011-03-24T20:33:05.878-04:00Wordless Wednesday
Elvis is always watching you at Silly's.
Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-23855551060225357922011-03-18T12:28:00.000-04:002011-03-18T12:28:33.654-04:00The Devil Wears Pigtails Turns 2It's official. 2 years from this very moment I was walking up and down hills and all over the back roads of Branford, CT because I didn't want to be pregnant anymore. I was done. This little girl 'critter' had been sitting on my sciatic nerve for the past 6 months. Get this friggin' kid out of me!!!! That night contractions started and the next day she was here.
On her way out she caused Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-55312233448425460122011-03-16T21:25:00.000-04:002011-03-16T21:25:03.398-04:00Wordless WednesdayThat.Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-46976655253113484282011-03-11T15:44:00.001-05:002011-03-11T15:44:14.431-05:00TruthPublished with Blogger-droid v1.6.7Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-49666643047803128912011-03-11T14:19:00.000-05:002011-03-11T14:19:16.274-05:00Poopy PuppyI once again find myself dog sitting.....willingly. Not sure how this happens. I can't stand dogs much in the way that the old bag down the street can't stand children. I mean, they're ok for short periods of time as long as you can give them back. And by short periods of time I mean no more than 5 minutes. Dogs smell like shit stink. Especially when they chew their toe nails (btw, I dislike feetBrandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-37663869995408017302011-03-09T09:46:00.001-05:002011-03-09T09:46:39.120-05:00Wordless WednesdayBecause I always cry with a duck in my mouth.Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-67437117720864133622011-03-02T22:23:00.001-05:002011-03-02T22:23:31.033-05:00Wordless WednesdaySome day they'll be butterflies Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-89713735735913779892011-02-25T10:27:00.001-05:002011-02-25T12:01:47.912-05:00The Geography of WomenOne of my beautiful sister's sent me "The Geography of Women" and I couldn't resist putting it up here to share with everyone. I would like to add one thing before you read on, I LOVE being Spain!!!!
THE GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN
Between 18 and 22, a woman is like AFRICA ;
Half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful!
Between 23 and 30, a woman is like EUROPE ;
Well Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-56732002824230244132011-02-18T13:06:00.001-05:002011-02-18T13:07:46.663-05:00Wonder Woman Spin Transformation and Lasso - First Season
Funny thing is, the same thing happens to me every time I spin. It's the oddest thing.Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-27189734920699807062011-02-11T12:51:00.000-05:002011-02-11T12:51:43.587-05:00For The Love Of Poop! Starring 'The Ghost Poop'My whole life I have had this weird fascination with poop (and general bowel movements). It's no secret, you've read my blog. This fascination has been handed down to my children........and is evidently contagious because my boyfriend has since joined in. And I'm not just talking about his pledge to try to keep my children away from the bathroom so I can finally poop for the first time in 3 days.Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355234248409298574.post-19607747994747543772011-01-20T11:51:00.000-05:002011-01-20T11:51:24.805-05:00The Toilet AlarmI'm almost entirely convinced that there is an alarm installed on my toilet that alerts my children every time I sit down. This is especially anoying seeing as how I am woman and HAVE to sit down all the time (and no, I don't use the hover technique in my own home). And no, I don't have penis envy. I like the fact that I can get turned on (extremely turned on) and not a single person can tell. Brandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571163883143790040noreply@blogger.com3