Post Mistress Snort

On Friday whenJohn gets paid this little woman will be paying a visit to the local office to mail a gaggle of shit. And, yes, Kerrie:  I will photograph the laundry basket full just for you. Will the following people please send me an email to thesnortfiles@gmail.dom and verify that I have your correct name and address or you’re just shit out of luck.

MY3—a ton of clothes

T—winner of the contest who also wanted my blue embroidery shirt from the photo shirt and another shirt

E—winner of the 2 place prize and who agreed to take some PopSugar stuff of my hands (think I never use)

My BFF (still have your addy) and will be sending sie 20/22 dresses and some boots and dress shoes.

Photos, & Fucking Random Thoughts

Congrats again to my friend T (who we all know on MWOP but whose nom de plume I shall protect) who won the photo contest. She opted for a ShoeDazzle gift certificate, and since they were (unbeknownst to me) available only increments of $25 I got her a $50 certificate because I’m not one to promise someone something then deliver less or not at all. Ahem.  She was able to pick out a pair of earrings, a pair of shoes, and even got shipping covered. Here are the shoes she chose:

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Mother’s Day at Casa Snort was nice. I specifically asked John not to buy me flowers, candy, or a card (he usually does all three) because I had just spent about $100 at Old Navy buying several pairs of yoga pants, tanks, and jogging bras. I couldn’t put off shopping any longer; I was having to wear a chip clip to cinch the waistband of my pants when I went walking, and when I was just piddling around the house cleaning or cooking I wore a t-shirt and panties. Footlong, however, made me two lovely cards at school. Here is the big pink one; note that he drew cupids shooting hearts all over it as well as a little stick-family photo of the four of us:

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Inside the card was a worksheet called “All About My Mom.” There were many questions, and Footlong had to fill-in-the-blanks as best as he could. I was so surprised how well that little shit knows me! Here are the questions and answers:

  • My mom’s name is …..Carmen
  • My mom’s shoe size is….9 (he knows that because I have let him pick out shoes for me)
  • My mom’s eyes are…..brown
  • My mom is 33 years old. (Not quite. I’m 34)
  • My mom’s favorite color is …..green.
  • My mom’s favorite thing to eat is…..corn. ( I died laughing at that. I have no idea how he extrapolated that corn is my favorite food.)
  • My mom’s favorite thing to drink is……coffee
  • My mom’s favorite thing to watch on TV is…..Olympics (Totally right! I can’t believe he remembered that!)
  • On the weekend my mom and I like to…..play with me and the baby.
  • The thing my mom says the most is……Tinky-Winky  (that is one of 6-inch’s nicknames)
  • I love my mom because……she is nice.

My heart about melted reading his sweet answers. Here is the other card he made me along with the photo on the inside:

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What he wrote at the top (he tried to spell as best as he could) was:  “Dear Mom, I had fun. I’d come home soon I hope. Love, Garrett.”  Hard to believe my handsome little man will be 8 years old this fall. He looks absolutely nothing like me; I joke around that I was just the incubator. He is all from John’s side of the family:  blond, blue-eyed, skinny, and short in stature. He is going to have my smart ass attitude though. 6-inch, on the other hand, is way more like my side of the family:  brown hair, brown eyes, really vocal about what he wants and does not want, and is a chubby little ball of fun. I’ve posted pictures of Footlong (who you now know as Garrett), so it is only fair that I post a picture of 6-inch (who is known in our family as Preston):

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I caught him red-handed trying to put on one of my jelly shoes.

For shits and giggles I decided to become a redhead. Here are some photos:

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It positively killed me to take selfies, but I rationalized that at the very least I wasn’t duck facing, pouty-frowning, pretending to be a hands-on parent, or ”sleeping.”

Now for some randomness:

  • I can quote the movie “Friday” from memory.
  • I have not bought a pair of shoes in a month. A whole fucking month, people.
  • I love to watch the Jewelry channel on TV, and there was an absolutely beautiful blue and white topaz ring set in sterling silver. I had seen the ring before for almost $300 (it is a 7 carat blue topaz solitaire with 3 carats of white topaz), and it was on clearance for $89. I looked at John, and he said, “Go ahead and order it. It is stunning!” I have really small, petite hands and fingers (go figure….the rest of me is soooooooooooo not petite), and he loves looking at my hands when I wear rings and have a nice manicure.
  • Speaking of manicure, I have found a great brand of press-on nails that will stay on for 4 or 5 days. To get the best results you clean your fingernails with nail-polish remover (none of that moisturizing shit…plain old acetone is what you want), let your fingers dry, then rub your nails liberally with the prep-pad included with the nails. You remove the adhesive backing from the nails, press for a few seconds, and that’s it. I have also found that hitting them with the blow dryer once a day melts the glue and I press them again.
  • The board of nursing has let me know that I am eligible to reapply for a nursing license in just a few months. I voluntarily surrendered my license, and the penalty of surrender was three years. I have to show proof of medical and psychiatric care showing that I have addressed my narcotic addiction, proof of outpatient rehab therapy, submit to urine drug testing, and attend NA meetings. I’m undecided whether or not I want to re-enter the profession. If I do I absolutely WILL NOT work providing direct patient care. I wouldn’t mind having a job auditing charts or working for an insurance company, but my babies are only going to be young once, and I don’t want to miss any of it since we are able to live on just one salary. I really need to think about this.
  • I’ve been having this totally fucked up recurring dream where the county Board of Education where I grew up examined records for students in the early-mid 1990s and decided that we received a sub-par education. They decided the best course of action was to revoke our diplomas and make us do high school all over again. It didn’t matter that some of had college degrees, had been to trade school, or were in the military; we had to do high school all over again. I was freaking the hell out because I couldn’t find my physics homework from senior year and trying to decide whether or not I wanted to re-audition for the flag corps. I was also expected to rejoin the academic and math teams, and I caught myself flirting with and kissing one of my old boyfriends. People were showing up for class drunk or hungover, and I was dressing in Duckhead shorts, Hypercolor t-shirts, and K-Swiss shoes like I was 14 again.
  • If my call is very important to you, why have I been on hold for the last six minutes?

Happy Mother’s Day! And Happy Winner’s Day!

Firstly, Happy Mother’s Day to all of you fine ladies (and Hevel) out there who are someone’s mother, aunt, grandmother, or act in a motherly capacity to any child. Thank you for all you do.

 

I speak of Mother and Father Snort on here, but I haven’t really told you anything deep. That said, today I would like to dedicate this post to my mom, Mother Snort. No, I don’t call her Mother Snort. I don’t even call her “mother” unless I’m pissed off; she has always been Mama.  Mama married my Dad when she was only 18, and after being married for about a year they decided to try for a baby. I’m assuming it was a fun project, and one day Mama went to the hospital for a pregnancy test (these were the days of the late 1970s before EPT and First Response graced supermarket shelves). She was handed a slip (that is in my baby book) that had her name on it and said, “Preg test Pos.” She said she was happy and in shock. She told me the very first thing she did on the drive home was stop off at the grocery store and buy a gallon of milk; she hates milk, but she figured she needed to drink it for me. My dad worked the night shift and was sleeping when she got home. She woke him and showed him the paper; it took him several minutes to reach full consciousness and grasp that Mama was indeed pregnant. Mama said her pregnancy was uneventful; she craved popcorn, Coke-flavored Icees, and stewed tomatoes. She was convinced I was a boy, and my name was to be Christopher. Dad, however, knew I was a girl. They took their last vacation as a married couple without kids and went to Disney World. Mama went into labor about a week before her due date, and 28 painful hours later (and with the assist of forceps) I was born. Mama said I was pink and cried loudly; I weighed 6 lbs 8.5 oz and was 20 inches long. She said my dark brown hair looked perfectly cut and trimmed as if I had stopped at the beauty shop on the way out of her uterus. Since we lived 2000 miles apart, Mama missed out on much of my pregnancy and didn’t arrive in Tucson until the day after Footlong was born. Seeing her face both light up and cry like a baby is something I’ll always remember. She is a wonderful grandmother to all three of her grandchildren (Brother Snort and his wife have a beautiful daughter).

 

Thank you to all who took the time to vote for the photo contest on the blog. I closed the poll at 8:00 pm sharp. If you want to get all technical, first price was the dinner and pedicure photo…..which was mine. I actually soaked my feet in a mixture of canned corn, Chef Boyardee, chili, cranberry sauce, and tomato juice. My feet were greasy and stinky the rest of the night even after I scrubbed them twice with Dawn. So, the real first place winner is T, the hot mess with a peanut butter beard, size negative 8 jeans, drinking whipping cream and holding Crisco. She chose the ShoeDazzle gift certificate, and I’ve already sent it to her email. Second prize went to my friend E with her very sexy, “Ermagawd! I just woke up!” photo. She’ll be getting the awesome candle. Third place went to S and her xynged-out kiddo that let us know that Xyng products are safe for breastfeeding. Nicely done ladies. Nicely done indeed. E and S, I have emailed you already asking for your addresses.

 

Good night guys. I’m off to have half a glass of wine (okayed by my doc) and veg on the couch. Love to you all!

If You’re Tastelessly Funny And You Know It Clap Your Hands (CLAP! CLAP!)

Thank you all so much for your absolutely hysterical photos in my first ever contest here at The [SNORT] Files. There are few things that chap my ass like people taking constant photos of themselves and everything they eat/see/do/excrete/etc. so I figured why not pay homage to the disgusting and irritating art of the “selfie.”

As promised the following entries will be posted anonymously. At the bottom of the post you can place your vote for the best (or worst depending on how you look at things). To recap, the winner will receive a gift certificate to ShoeDazzle OR JustFab (winner’s choice and worth $39.95) for some shoes! Second prize is a lovely, fragrant candle made with real flower petals. Third prize is a bar of hand-crafted artisan soap. I did participate, but I will not give myself or my bestie Stephanie Gerber a prize. The voting poll is at the bottom, and please vote for your very favorite because you can only vote ONCE. Voting ends Sunday Night at 8:00 pm Arizona time (11:00 EST, 10:00 CST, 9:00 MST, and if you’re overseas then figure that shit out on your own!)

 

SAVING TWO STEPS:  DINNER AND A PEDICURE.

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THE GOOD SAMARITAN! A MAN CORNERED THIS LADY IN THE BATHROOM AND ASKED HER TO HOLD HIS ROUTE 44 SONIC DRINK, AND SHE GLADLY DID.

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WHO NEEDS A FOREHEAD OR A FIVEHEAD WHEN YOU CAN HAVE A SIXHEAD?

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IT’S A FAT-FASTING DAY! BREAK OUT THE BUTTER!!!!!

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I’M SO FUCKING HOT WITH MY PEANUT BUTTER GOATEE, PINK HAIR, SIZE NEGATIVE 8 JEANS, AND FAT-FAST FOODS THAT YOU BITCHES CAN’T HANDLE IT.

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GOTTA GET MY DRANK ON WITH SOME GIN AND JUICE BEFORE I CAN KICK SOME KARAOKE ASS AND SMACK SOME BITCHES WITH THE MICROPHONE!

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I’M SO FUCKING TIRED. HERE’S HOPING I’M WELL RESTED WHEN THE PLANE LANDS.

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ERMAGAWD, Y’ALL, I JUST WOKE UP.

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“MCKDORK FACE” WITH BLUE HAIR (BECAUSE PINK IS SOOOOOOOOOOOO LAST SEASON)

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AND IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING, LET ME CLARIFY THAT XYNG IS PERFECTLY SAFE TO TAKE WHILST BREASTFEEDING!

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Contest!

A fellow MWOPer and I have come up with a totes awesome contest. Instead of hitting us up for deets we’ll just give you the deets. How’s that?

And what is the contest? Caption that photo? Tell us the most awkward place you’ve urinated? Describe your furniture throwing ability? Finding the “GO” button in a RV? Ha. You bitches wish.

We want you to take your best possible “selfie.” Take a photo of yourself duck-facing, pretending to be asleep, making an ugly pouty face because you didn’t get your way, photograph yourself squeezed into clothes three sizes too small (bonus points for muffin tops), drinking from a bottle of Wesson oil, or a video of yourself doing some fuckingly horrible karaoke. Photoshopping yourself to 7 feet tall or to the width and breadth of a toothpick is permissible.

These submissions will be anonymous, meaning that I WILL NOT mention your name, user name, email address, etc. Email your entry to thesnortfiles@gmail.com by Friday May 10th. I’m not into that shady voting shit where I tell you I’m going to pick a name a random then pick my friend as a winner. Voting will be done here at The Snort Files. There will be prizes to boot! No…real prizes. I swear. First prize will be a gift certificate to either ShoeDazzle OR JustFab (winner’s choice) for a pair of summery shoes or sandals! Second prize is a lovely, delicious smelling candle that contains real flower petals. Third prize is a bar of artisan soap.

Xyng-a-ding-ding!

Two delightful friends of mine from MWOP recently went to the advertised Xyngular meet-and-greet in Oklahoma City. One of the ladies, my dear friend Skirts, won a month supply of the energy and mood boosting Xyng tablets. She sent them to me as she has pre-existing health conditions (and common sense!) that prohibits her from using them.

I know alot of you think me a hypocrite for wanting to try the pills that I bash Jennifer McKinney for selling. I have had gastric bypass surgery; weight loss isn’t my goal. What I want to do is take these pills for 2 or 3 days ONLY and provide an honest, unbiased account of how they make me feel. Jennifer and other Xyngers claim these miracle energy and mood boosting pills cure everything from autism and bad joints to diabetes and depression/anxiety. Let’s see, shall we? Is my appetite suppressed? Do I have more energy? Am I more focused? Is my mood boosted? Am I a hot, sweaty, jittery mess? Is my heart racing? Is my depression/anxiety better? Does my shit smell like a fragrant bouquet of lillies? Did my forehead grow taller? Did my karaoke and dancing improve?

I feel at this point, for the sake of being totally honest, that I need to disclose my personal health information. I suffer from major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder; I am under the care of my PCP and psychiatrist for medication management (2 antidepressants [NO MAOIs which are dangerous] and a mood stabilizer). I suffer from rosacea. I am taking several vitamin supplements due to the gastric bypass surgery, and these include: multi-vitamins, iron, vitamin D, biotin, vitamin B12, and calcium citrate. I received an extensive health work-up prior to surgery including testing and evaluation by a cardiologist and pulmonologist. I have lost 80 pounds (not make believe pounds…..actual pounds). I do not suffer from chest pains, high blood pressure, migraines, asthma, difficulty breathing, abnormal heart rhythms, peripheral vascular disease, cancer, autoinflammatory disorders, sleep apnea, nor do I have a history of blood clots or a clotting disorder.

I plan on updating this blog several times throughout the day, so please check back.

10:40: Read the directions on the box of Xyng. I will admit that is it a pretty package. It says: “SUGGESTED USE: Adults, orally take 1 capsule mid-morning and/or mid-afternoon, 2 hours after a meal or on an empty stomach. Benefits should be noticed within 60-90 minutes. Do not take too late in the day as sleep may be impaired. Do not take more than 4 capsules per day.” If memory serves I have seen Jennifer post photos of two capsules, so that is what I took. I chased them down with a small glass of Crystal Light and then cracked open a chocolate Premier protein shake. This is totally unrelated to Xyng, but I have been upping my protein intake since I am losing hair.

11:20: Return inside after playing in the backyard with 6-inch for 40 minutes. I feel nothing. Drink more Crystal Light and protein drink. Pee.

11:42: I’m starting to feel like I’ve had coffee (which I haven’t). The two Xyng capsules total 180 mg caffeine (90/tab), so in doing some research online 180 mg caffeine is the equivilent of a short coffee from Starbucks with no milk or cream. Short = 8oz. 6-inch has just gone down for his nap, so I’m going to do some light housework.

12:30: Have been putting away toys and am about to clean the hall bathroom. I am feeling like I have had a helluva lot of coffee, and what I call my “unders” (underarms, under boobs, etc) are all kinds of sweaty. It is 74 degrees in the house so I’m suspecting it is the supplements making me sweaty.

1:18: I heated some leftovers for lunch, sat down, and just stared at them. I honestly feel like if I eat I will barf. I drank some Crystal Light.

1:40: As I am not allowed to skip meals per my surgeon’s instructions I made myself sit down and eat. I was only able to eat half of what I normally would eat for lunch, and I had to follow that with a Zofran tablet for nausea. I am now getting ready to wake 6-inch from his nap so that we can go and pick Footlong up from school. We normally would walk, but it is nearly 100 degrees today so we will drive. I just checked my BP for good measure; BP 121/76, heart rate is 84. I don’t feel like my heart is racing, and other than the sweating and nausea I feel nothing out of the ordinary. I don’t feel happier or more focused either.

2:30: 6-inch and I lay down in bed for snuggles, and I fall asleep. I guess the caffeine wore off.

3:25: Footlong and 6-inch are busy playing in Footlong’s room. I take another two Xyng tablets as instructed to reach my total of four for the day.

3:35: I still have no appetite, but I make myself eat some almonds and sunflower seeds because I need the protein. I am drinking my normal amount of fluids.

4:41: Feeling more energy, like I just chugged some Starbucks. Still not noticing anything “special” about these damn pills: no mood elevation, improved focus and/or concentration, etc. Am also not feeling jittery which is good. I have no appetite at present, but we’ll see how I feel at dinnertime (7:00 pm).

5:20: And the caffeine has introduced itself to my intestines. Do any of you ever get diarrhea from having too much caffeine? Yeah, me too. Excuse me whilst I head to the bathroom.

5:47: As far as I am concerned Jennifer McKinney’s claims about these pills are complete and utter bullshit. People with diabetes, painful joints, arthritis, depression, etc. likely show symptom improvement with losing weight NOT with taking these over-priced crappy capsules. I have experienced no increased mental focus, clarity, concentration, mood elevation, headache relief (did have a headache this morning because it is “that time of the month”), or any other effects besides a moderate caffeine rush. I’m not taking any more tomorrow or any other day. What a crock of shit. Am I surprised? No, not really, but at least you have an HONEST testimony as to the efficacy of Xyng.

Families and Groceries

Hey y’all! (said in my best Paula Deen voice)

As I was getting caught up on Facebook this morning, I came across a link posted by one of my best friends from high school. This photo slideshow shows families from countries around the world posing with one weeks worth of their groceries. I cannot begin to tell you how interesting and telling these photos are. America is one of the richest countries in the world, and after seeing the image of the American family and their groceries it is easy to see how money and convenience are making more and more people obese. I’m not trying to piss anyone off by saying that, and Lord knows I used to eat that way, particularly when I was still single and working night shift. The family from Chad had so little food to feed six people! The Germans by far drank the most alcohol, and the Mexicans outdid every family by far on soda consumption. I can’t say that my family eats exactly like any one country; nearly each country has some foods/habits that mimic the grocery shopping that I do. If I had to narrow it down significantly and honestly I would say that the Family Snort eats most like the Italian and Kuwaiti families but with a little less bread and no soda. We eat alot of fruits and veggies, and the staples we always have on hand include milk, healthy-ish cereal, eggs, bacon, whole wheat pasta, whole wheat bread (the kind that actually has a shit ton of fiber!), extra-virgin olive oil, chicken breasts, some kind of white fish (tilapia, catfish, cod, swai), 93/7 ground beef, pork tenderloin, cheese, no-sugar added peanut butter, and yogurt (Greek for me and J, organic kids yogurt for Footlong and 6-inch). We don’t buy soda anymore, and we hardly ever buy juice.

Here is the link to the photos, but I will also post them below. I would also LOVE to hear how your family eats and which country/countries demonstrate your eating style.

Link:   http://imgur.com/a/mN8Zs

 

 

MEXICO

 

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BRITAIN

 

 

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USA

 

 

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AUSTRALIA

 

 

australia

 

 

 

GERMANY

 

 

germany

 

 

 

ITALY

 

 

italy

 

 

 

CANADA

 

 

canada

 

 

 

FRANCE

 

 

france

 

 

 

JAPAN

 

 

japan

 

 

 

CHINA

 

 

china

 

 

 

POLAND

 

 

poland

 

 

 

KUWAIT

 

 

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MONGOLIA

 

 

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TURKEY

 

 

turkey

 

 

 

MALI

 

 

mali

 

 

 

INDIA

 

 

india

 

 

 

BHUTAN

 

 

bhutan

 

 

 

CHAD

 

 

chad

 

 

 

ECUADOR

 

 

eduador

 

 

 

GUATEMALA

 

 

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