B(itch) Drop Your Overalls…


Does anyone remember that song from Insane Clown Posse? It’s called Redneck Hoe, but the best part of it is when they say “…bitch drop your overalls…” I will get to the relevance of it to this blog post in a moment, but I will never forget one of my ever-so-classy high school boyfriends playing that in an effort to actually get me to … well, drop my overalls. Needless to say, I did not drop them and broke up with him a few days later while he lay on the couch picking at his pimples. Fond memories, those high school days…

So anyway, back to topic: I’m feeling a bit loose this evening, and by ‘loose’ I mean drunk. I’ve had a head cold for four days or so (which will no doubt turn into another bullshit sinus thing) and finally today realized that the best cure would be to drink my way through it. Hot toddies and wine later, and I’m flying high. Thus, I feel like following up on my New Years Day 12 Confessions with some more itty-bitty secrets about me. I hope you are all entertained by my hidden gems.

PS I will probably delete this tomorrow when I am no longer snotty and inebriated.

PPS This is what I look like sick. Sexy, huh?

Confession 1: I want a pair of overalls so bad I can hear the sound of the snap as the straps click into place when I’m on my way to wherever the fuck I’d go wearing overalls. I have no idea why. Would I actually wear them? Not unless I was planning on going to a ho down or squirrel hunting. Or off-roading. Or maybe to the Wal-Mart KFC.

Confession 2:  I take on ridiculous projects around the house to preoccupy myself from the fact that my daily life is lonely, boring, and seems to lack purpose. My current project is knitting a scarf or hat for all 10 of the family members I will be seeing next month on our trip home to Chicago. It actually is a really nice thing for me to do, and were I not trying to occupy myself all those hours my husband works overtime I would still probably do it. But it also was completely idiotic for me to decide on such a project only four weeks out on vacation. That’s 3.3 scarves per week – way too many.

Confession 3: I’m a total hypochondriac. I can never watch movies like Contagion or Outbreak because I start freaking out about what could happen in real life. And I worry about the stupidest things. After I found my first gray hair a few months ago I obsessed about whether all my hair was going gray and/or thinning and/or falling out. Such a stupid thing to worry about.

Confession 4: I used to work in politics. Have I mentioned this to you all before, faithful blog followers? Whether I have or not, I suppose I should be clear: I didn’t work in government, I worked in politics. I worked on campaigns and then for the non-profit wing overseen by the AFL-CIO. After there, I worked for a political action committee and was ruined as a human being. What I mean is that the few months I was there are what made me the jaded, cynical bitch that I am today. I will sum it up in this: don’t trust people in politics, even your friends. Especially your friends. Also, as a former community organizer it makes me go bonkers to join community groups only to see them so poorly and inefficiently run.

Confession 5: When I can’t sleep in the middle of the night, I watch cartoons. Usually it’s because I think the cartoons will bore me enough to lull me to sleep. But they never do – Dexter, Cow and Chicken, the Power Puff Girls, and the Simpsons just never get old to me.

Confession 6: I detest cliches. Among those are cliches that are spoken, like “early bird gets the worm,” and “home is where the heart is.” I also feel like vomiting every time someone says “you know they say…” On the note of photographs, I also detest some photographic cliches, like that photo of the new dad sleeping with his newborn baby on his chest. There are also a host of cliched things to do that drive me bonkers, like going to Home Depot on the weekend.

Confession 7: When I am sick (like I am now), I snore. Before this time it was only “apparently” in the sense that people just told me I snore when I am sick, but I never actually experienced it so trusted their judgment. This morning, though, I was snoring so violently that it woke me up. Yep, that’s right … one of those startled-from-snoring-wake-ups began my day. Hot, I know.

Confession 8: I am the worst Catholic ever. This blog is the closest thing that I have come to going to ‘confession’ in years. I actually haven’t gone to mass regularly since they started really pushing the abortion act during the homilies, which annoyed me beyond belief (no pun or cliche intended). After having basically a second wedding for our con validation of marriage in the Catholic church a little over a year ago, my husband later announced that he no longer even knew if he believed in any of it so we basically are now hedonistic sinners. We don’t go to church. We don’t abstain from anything during lent. We eat meat on Fridays. If there is a hell, we’ll probably be there. The one thing I miss about going to mass and being very involved in the Catholic community was the sense of belonging and having some connection to the outside world. Now Sundays are just another day, very similar to the rest of the week – often, it is spent alone at home.

Confession 9: I did not take such issue with rednecks until I moved to California. At first I thought this was because I had become a snobby Californian that thinks she’s better than everyone else. But this actually isn’t the case – I don’t think I’m better than anyone, especially since moving here to the land of boob jobs and botox. No, the truth is actually that California is loaded with rednecks left over from the mass migration of southerners traveling west during the Great Depression to find work. Every time someone tells me that I am crazy on this, I respond simply “have you people never read The Grapes of Wrath?” A very small portion of Los Angeles is about all the glitz and glam you’ll get in California – the rest is just trailer trash and trailer trash disguised with a lot of money and botox injections.

Confession 10: I have terrible OCD. Such terrible OCD that the only reason I am admitting to a tenth confession is so that the number of confessions I am including in this blog post are capped off on an even number. I know, psychotic.

Those are my confessions and hopefully tomorrow morning I don’t regret having posted them. They probably seemed a little anticlimactic – no orgies and one night stands with high-powered people reported. We’ll have to save those for when I’m really blitzed, I suppose…

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12 Comments on “B(itch) Drop Your Overalls…

  1. Hell, I snore when I’m perfectly healthy! But then I’m a guy, so I guess it’s not unladylike for me to snore, and vulgar behavior is typical for my gender. But “unladylike” is irrelevant here, because the reason you’re snoring is that you’re having trouble breathing! Always enjoy your blog, and I hope you feel much better ASAP.

  2. Looove the confessions. I think those ring true for a lot of people.

    And as for ICP, do you remember this lovely one? “Send yo mama straight up to the store. Tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo.” I think of it every time I’m reduced to buying it. LOL.

    • I DO remember that song hahaha … that boyfriend in particular I mentioned at the beginning of the post was obsessed with ICP actually. He even went to see them; that, of course, was one concert I bowed out of.

  3. None of these confessions surprise me. I feel I know you so well through your blog. Snore when you’re sick? Ha, me too!! And pregnant. But that’s not gonna happen again.
    I got kinda lit myself tonight. Only to drown my daughter’s whining over her toe pain from her procedure with an ingrown toe nail. Ugh. Why can’t we get our kids drunk too? She would’ve really felt better I’m sure.

    • The next time she has to have it done, you should ask them to give her some Versed (not sure if that spelling is right). Totally safe for kids and it in essence will make her drunk for about two to four hours. We requested it a little over a year ago in pre-op for A’s tonsillectomy because she was freaking out and it was probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, and she remembered nothing. Anyway – poor thing, hope her toes feel better now!

      And I just woke myself up again from the loud snoring. :\

  4. Honestly I think you have to have OCD in order to blog. You have a gift and it is best shared with each other so with all do respect (I give you a head nod, wink, and a smile) keep doing what you do best. I sorry was that cliche?

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