Personal/Sidenote News (Page 7)

It's Labor Day on Monday which means I won't be working Friday (this was typed on Thursday) or Monday. I can not even begin to tell you how excited I am.

As you know, my dad had a major stroke and was in the hospital for five weeks total. I blogged through two of those weeks and I've wanted to do anything but for about the past two months while he's still recovering. I blogged anyway. I've been wanting to take a week off forever. Some mornings I wake up and I'm like, If I had the option of blogging today or having a bird poo on my head, I would take the bird poop! Especially because it would lay down all the frizz in my hair. I could tolerate that. Washing it out would take less time than updating POTP.

I LOVE my job, don't get me wrong. You all allow me to sit on my ass typing in front of the TV. I have so much fun 90% of the time. But I'm human and American and Americans work too damn hard in this country, (yeah, that's the reason why I'm taking two days off), and I love vacations more than I love dessert with whipped cream... well, actually, that depends on who the dessert is.

My point is, and yes, I do not have one, but let's pretend - I am SO damn excited to take today and Monday off, and you should be, too. It's a holiday weekend. I don't blog on holidays and I hope you're not online reading on holidays, either. Have fun, all! I'll be back Tuesday. :)

Some of you have asked what happened to Snarky. It's a subject I've been avoiding because I was hoping you'd be able to see her around these parts soon.

Goes like this: My Europe trip cost me two tits and a leg. I cut back on how many days Snarky would update, then I had other financial issues and my options were slim to none: I either let Snarky go, or I sell crack and my own crack to pay rent, bills and expenses. Additionally, most of the ad companies I work with gave no warning but they cut back on ads and sliced revenues.

I was hoping to get another gig so I could keep her on board but all the strip clubs rejected me. Additionally, in mid-July I said I'm trying to get Snarky back on POTP. Snarky and I had spent quite a lot of time talking about her updating on Saturdays and Sundays, however, due to a schedule conflict, that plan was unable to come into fruition.

I miss her immensely!! If you ever want to reach her, use the 'Contact' tab and I'll send your message her way.

<3

So I just came back from my 10 p.m. hot tub date. My guy, I'll call him Ace cause that sounds like something I'd wanna scream in bed, Ace and I had a great time.

I got my sippy sippy on, he got his touchy feely on in the hot tub, and yada yada yada, I can't complain. I'm 5'4 and Ace is actually 6'5 and 1/2. When he's shirtless and I give him a hug, my nose fits perfectly into his belly button. Yes, it's like dat. I don't know what it is but the tall guys flock to me like bees on honey. It's weird. I'm talkin' 6'2 - 6'3 is the norm. I feel like such a midget around him. It's kind of cute, but it's kind of not so cute.

Other than Ace, there's four other boys in the mix. One's an ex-boyfriend who contacted me 1 year post breakup and he wants to rekindle something, the other's the sexiest man alive, the other dude is the sexiest man alive's best friend, and last but not least there's a 6'3 piece of man candy who I've been seeing on and off for quite some time now. This is stressful. I'm much too disorganized to juggle cocks. It requires the memory skills I've never had. One likes it this way, the other likes it that way, the other only likes it a certain way - I can not keep up.

Worst part of it all is that Ace doesn't know that I don't live here. (I'm still out of town @ my folks' house so I can help my dad out). Ace's friends will be in town this weekend and he wants to see me next week cause he has papers to write. He goes to law school. But I don't wanna be here next week! I wanna spend some time away from my parents' crib in my hood. It's all a fugly mess because three of the five dudes I'm into live outta town, and four of them know the town I reside in while Ace doesn't.

I drove home feeling all stressed. Players, I need some tips.

Hello all.

It's 1:46 am Monday morning but I thought I should stay up and add the chat room (orange box on the right hand side of every page) that I promised someone I'd add last week.

I'm too sleep deprived, was up til 4 a.m. Friday partying, woke up at 8 a.m. Saturday morning, went to see The House Bunny Saturday night at 10 p.m. - fell asleep very early on in the movie! :( And now I won't cuddle up beneath the covers till after 2 a.m. and I have a hot tub date @ 10 p.m. with a boy I met Friday night at the birthday party I was at till 4 and I'm skurrd I'll fall asleep tonight when I should be getting it on. This terrifies me.

I'm up right now to let you know I've brought comments back via a chat room. You do NOT have to log on or sign up for ANYTHING to gimme yo 2 cents. You simply type what you wanna in the text box and hit enter. It's SIMPLE. So PLEASE use it. You can even make up a shit load of fake names and converse with yourself. It's a chat room, all. Chat rooms are fun. Funner than your typical comment section. :) I miss hearing from you guys.

<3

Firecracker

The Fool's Gold star, 29 -- who recently split from boyfriend Lance Armstrong -- has been speed-dialing Owen.

"He felt betrayed when she dumped him for his friend Lance. But after a while, he caved in and has been sweet to her."

Friends worry that Owen, who tried to commit suicide in 2007 after splitting from Kate the first time, will once again fall under the single mom's spell.

Adds a source, "It's not fair to Owen, because he really cares for her and ends up getting hurt."

So Kate is definitely ridin' the crazy train, full speed, psycho-ass-bitch style. Kate reminds me of myself.

This morning I started reading, It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken. I tend to dive into books months, if not, years later. I cracked it open and read a few dozen pages before I began updating POTP today.

Basically, I'm still hung up on my "ex" aka bed buddy and it sucks ass! If Brad Pitt fucked Matt Damon and they made a baby, you'd have my ex, I'll call him Rob.

My gawd the man is hawt, which should have been a red flag - TROUBLE! But I didn't care. I won't attempt to describe his sexiness because it will bring me to tears, lmao. Funny thing is, I am so past the psycho ass bitch stage. Really, I am. But then you meet someone so God damn hot, with a perpetual smile, deep dimples, an 8-pack to boot, intelligence and a matching sense of humor, and you go a little ape shiz.

In fact, Rob's ex got depressed and overdosed and died after their breakup, and he has a history of making his ex-girlfriends go bat shit post-breakup and they've retaliated with various brilliant and cruel ways of getting revenge. Another red flag! If a guy makes his exes go ape shiz, his dick is lethal, he'll give you some John Mayer-like, life changing sex and you'll start thinking Britney shaving her head after her divorce wasn't so crazy after all.

So, I just wanted to recommend this book because He's Just Not That Into You is genius and I expect this book to be equally as educational and fun. Read it, Kate Hudson!

more on It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken

source: ss via Star magazine

Once again, I can't help but mention how amazing Spicy Pants of Celebritysmackblog.com is. Without her POTP wouldn't have been updated. Only a few times in my life have I witnessed unconditional kindness and true selflessness - Spicy was just that and I am moved by her generosity and concern.

I could not blog during the past few weeks. I had to be at the hospital to help my dad perform very basic tasks, talk with his nurses, question his doctors, answer questions, look at his brain scans, keep him company and monitor his condition. Blogging didn't fit into my schedule and Spicy stepped up to the plate.

How lucky would we all be if we had someone as kind as Spicy in our lives? Thank you SO much for your help, Spicy. I'm still speechless. I don't know what I would do without ya.

<3

Joy

Woah! The past few weeks have been like riding a roller coaster with no bra on, boobs flapping everywhere while you're hoping they won't be too sore when you step off the ride. Not really. But I'm overdue for a Magic Mountain trip so I just had to, like, mention roller coasters.

AND, I actually typed out an 'I'm back y'all!' post and the original, fun, lengthy version was deleted. :( Computers suck. I'm not tryin' to recreate it. In summary, I'll be blogging from the rehab building in the hospital where my dad is being treated at.

In case you need to catch up, click here to read about the drama, then here to read part 2.

As you can see, I don't really wanna talk about my dad or any other drama. I rather talk about roller coasters, funnel cake and celeb gossip.

Thanks so much again for your support via messages, emails and myspace blog comments, let's get back to business now. :)

Just to clarify, I won't be reposting my rant about Allie of Allieiswired.com. And, no, I don't regret posting it at all.

In fact, I regret shaving it down as much as I did and not mentioning that Allie looks like a tranny (she has a male's facial structure) there's an excess of testosterone going on, which explains why she sounds like a man. I also didn't mention that I blogged for Allie for a month and a half a few months after I started POTP. During that month and a half, I actually put posts on her site early in the morning and day and I NEVER said shit about not being paid...

I'm not here to rant, but I was okay with doing so. Considering that I've been spending 24 hours/ day at the hospital on some days and I'm there daily from sun up to sun down, I didn't mind using some time to type out a rant and vent. It was the healthiest thing I could do.

I hope my rant reminds you that some people are posers and whenever you're in the position where you're forced to trust someone, try your hardest to choose mature, responsible people and always trust your gut instincts. I have very good intuition and I never trusted Allie. She's actually harassed me for two years: begging me to blog for her, emailing me out of nowhere, and constantly offering to "help" me out with anything if I only ask. Because I wanted POTP to be covered during my trip, I folded. I trusted her and that was a huge blunder on my part.

Now, I won't waste any more keyboard strokes on a 'worthless' blogger, I'll update you on my dad. :)

The doctors said that had the stroke taken place even slightly to the right or the left in his brain, the results would have been devastating. Although he had a major stroke, he never lost his ability to talk without slurring any of his speech and he's doing remarkably well. However, he's been having daily sessions of physical therapy. He can walk, but he doesn't have much balance right now and can't walk without any help.

He had a second brain surgery on Thursday, July 17. Once again, my dad pulled through. He's a rockstar! He's doing really well.

Thank you for the prayers, emails, messages and myspace blog comments. It means the world to me.

<3

Just to clarify, I won't be reposting my rant about Allie of Allieiswired.com. And, no, I don't regret posting it at all.

In fact, I regret shaving it down as much as I did and not mentioning that Allie looks like a tranny (she has a male's facial structure) there's an excess of testosterone going on, which explains why she sounds like a man. I also didn't mention that I blogged for Allie for a month and a half a few months after I started POTP. During that month and a half, I actually put posts on her site early in the morning and day and I NEVER said shit about not being paid...

I'm not here to rant, but I was okay with doing so. Considering that I've been spending 24 hours/ day at the hospital on some days and I'm there daily from sun up to sun down, I didn't mind using some time to type out a rant and vent. It was the healthiest thing I could do.

I hope my rant reminds you that some people are posers and whenever you're in the position where you're forced to trust someone, try your hardest to choose mature, responsible people and always trust your gut instincts. I have very good intuition and I never trusted Allie. She's actually harassed me for two years: begging me to blog for her, emailing me out of nowhere, and constantly offering to "help" me out with anything if I only ask. Because I wanted POTP to be covered during my trip, I folded. I trusted her and that was a huge blunder on my part.

Now, I won't waste any more keyboard strokes on a "worthless" blogger, I'll update you on my dad. :)

The doctors said that had the stroke taken place even slightly to the right or the left in his brain, the results would have been devastating. Although he had a major stroke, he never lost his ability to talk without slurring any of his speech and he's doing remarkably well. However, he's been having daily sessions of physical therapy. He can walk, but he doesn't have much balance right now and can't walk without any help.

He had a second brain surgery on Thursday, July 17. Once again, my dad pulled through. He's a rockstar! He's doing really well.

Thank you for the prayers, emails, messages and myspace blog comments. It means the world to me.

<3

I really wanted to check in with you all. I'm not in Europe; I cancelled the 30-day trip.

Part of the planning and preparation for my trip included selecting bloggers I thought were kind hearted and competent. However, selecting Allie of AllieIsWired.com was a major mistake.

On Mon, July 7, Allie didn't put her first post on POTP up until after 3 p.m. I usually begin posting the night before my assigned date or around 7 a.m. Pacific.

I emailed her my phone number, telling her she could call me if she needs any help. Within five minutes after clicking ‘send,' an unrecognizable number appeared on my cell. I picked up the phone only to hear a bitch who sounds like a toothless, barefooted, dirty, trailer trash, Midwestern woman on steroids, scratching out her dandruff while she picks her ass with her thumb. Allie's voice is God AWFUL! Think Marge Simpson meets Macy Gray.

I rather gouge my eyes out with paper clips than be her friend, and I rushed her off the phone. I have no idea as to why she would call me when her lazy ass never attempted to do any real work on POTP before 9 p.m. anyway.

On her second blogging day, I emailed her asking if she could do a better job updating POTP. Considering Allie's 43 years old, I thought she was mature enough to handle constructive criticism; she later expressed her resentment for agreeing to blog and said I shouldn't have any suggestions since she was blogging for me for free.

WHY I CANCELLED MY EUROPE VACATION

I'm not in Europe because my dad, whom I'm very close to, had a major stroke and his brain was swelling and bleeding. He is a medical miracle. The doctors said everyone with that much brain swelling and bleeding is dead. The bleeding occurred for eight days straight and the swelling persisted. The doctors then said they have to do major brain surgery or my dad will go into acoma. He had major surgery, and he survived! :) And, just in case you're wondering, he's still in the hospital, where I've been from around 9 a.m. �" 1 a.m. since Monday July 7th.

When I emailed Allie on Friday, July 11, I sent her a brief, angry email about how unreliable she is. In return, she sent an onslaught of insults, also calling me an asshole even after learning that my dad was currently in the hospital fighting for his life. Now that's class! If I was in her position I would have said, ‘You're a fucking bitch, but I hope your dad will be okay.' But when you're a senior citizen gossip blogger, bitter about not being paid money you don't deserve, the well being of anyone other than yourself is irrelevant.

Allie also told me,

Shame on you for using your father's illness as a weapon!"

... Because I told her about his serious condition. I would be offended by her statement, and I should be offended, but that would first require me to know what the fuck she means, and the delusional bitch has yet to make any sense. Maybe she doesn't even know what her insult is supposed to imply? Poor thing lacks all direction and logic, and she told me I'm bi-polar.

Why would I, someone who loves my dad dearly, use my dad's illness as a "weapon?" For what exactly?! I informed Allie of the circumstances that allowed me to witness her lack of updates. How self righteous of her to think I would exploit a life threatening tragedy to convey how much she sucks. If I was trying to exploit the situation I would have told her about it while she was blogging to attempt to guilt her into completing quality work.

I care about each and every one of you POTP readers so much. Witnessing Allie's half assed efforts, especially when she only copied and pasted irrelevant shit from her site, was deeply upsetting. I apologize for posting this long rant, but there's no way around it. In the words of another angry POTP visitor, "Allie is worthless." That about sums it up.

Thank you all for being so amazing and continuing to visit this site while I'm away.

That's so touching. My traffic remained the same. :) Thank you! I know POTP had tech problems yesterday, but I'll finally be switching hosts next weekend which should help to eliminate the tech problems. I'll also be doing some redesigning and I will get back to blogging as soon as I can. I'm also trying to get some Snarky goodness back on POTP soon, too.

Luv ya!
Joy

And don't be surprised if you see this post a few more times. The word needs to get out on just how vile Allie is.