Y’all…It finally happened.

FINALLY.

And you won’t even have to update your bookmarks…because wordpress booshy will soon be redirected here – to the real, bonafide booshy.

I know, I’m nice that way. You’re totally welcome.

(and if you *really* feel the need to update your booshy bookmark, you can. I would…but only because I’m anal)

You will have to update if you’re subscribed via google feedburner. It’s the only way you’ll see that I’m actually posting anything…the new feed is here. If you’re subscribed any other way…well, I don’t even know how to subscribe to my own feed and if I try to help, I’ll probably make your computer explode. The only reason the google feedburner works is because the *website creator people* did it. There’s even a pretty, purple button for it on the sidebar…

So without stalling further:

Welcome to booshy’s new home!…where lots of things have changed…and lots more is still to come.

Except the sarcasm. I’m pretty sure that comes standard.

This is a road  blog map…cause I’d hate for you to get lost. That wouldn’t be a very nice way to welcome anyone. That’d be like when you were hugged by Aunt Gertrude and your face got squashed between her massive knockers, defying gravity thanks to a girdle. The result of her assault – bordering on sexual abuse - meant you smelled like moth balls for a week.

Exactly.

We don’t want that.

So, starting at the top:

bold life = me

tim’s gallery = tim. Well, his pictures.

the girls = our 4-legged children

shop = neat stuff!…that isn’t exactly there, yet

bold finds = aka the blogroll

bold answers = your questions, answered

contact = ummm…yah. I think that one explains itself?

The box with Twinkie the Kid and Cupcake, his trusted steed, is where new and exciting things will be posted…once I figure out how…CSS, anyone? I mean, it might not even have anything to do with CSS…I’m just guessing…and more than likely, I’m completely wrong, because I pretty much only know how to destroy a perfectly designed website and my stupidity has only resulted in the *creators* of booshy wanting to strangle me. Daily.

They even put warnings within the coding all, “IF YOU DELETE THIS, THE SKY WILL FALL ON YOUR HEAD.”

I’m totally serious. I’m *that* destructive.

Anyway…

On the left sidebar you can…

Advertise you’re awesome stuff/products/services/anything that does not result in the FBI ramming down my front door at 2am. That will probably result in an irate husband…and I’m pretty sure his wrath all, “Woman! What in the hell did you do?!” would be way worse than anything the FBI could do. Sorry, FBI. You lose.

Look at pictures from Tim’s Gallery…and soon you’ll be able to browse purchasable prints in the booshy shop. Not that you have to buy anything…window shopping is still totally free. Yay!

Read my tweets. Which are usually bordering on nonsensical.

Get booshy by email or subscribe via RSS (is that the same? The hell?)

As for the various tabs under Twinkie the Kid….they’re all basically different ways to read about the really stupid things I’ve done/said/worn to prom…well, actually, I wore a dress to prom that, funny enough, was IDENTICAL to what someone else was wearing…damn you, Macy’s.

daily bold = today’s post

home turf = All the shit that happens to me (that I never even asked for) at home or *near* home. We’re not hermits, people. We actually *need* fresh air.

travel = We go places. This is where you get to experience the destinations with us…at least the parts where just about anyone who saw me would think that my hired supervision had run away and called Tim all, “Just so you know, I quit. Your wife is wandering around on the freeway, mooning cars…oh, and by the way, you’re paying for my therapy.” Like that time when I had to drag my heavy ass suitcase all throughout the London train station…because I couldn’t figure out where I was or which train to take during rush hour…probably because I was alone in a foreign country…

bold clan = family drama. And when I say “family,” I’m including you. So if you’re shitty to me…or if you’re nice…you’ll probably find something written about you somewhere here.

bold lessons = it sucks learning things the hard way. Especially when you’re *apparently* clumsy. This is probably where you’d learn never to invite me to a pot luck or hire me to care for winged creatures, because I suck at cooking and I refuse to care for bitchy geese.

archive = Everything…all lumped together. It’s the perfect cure for boredom.

You need to say something? The comment box is at the bottom of each post…like it is everywhere else…

And then there’s the footer. What can you do in the footer? Well…

Follow me on twitter.

Join the booshy group on Facebook where you can talk behind my back and I won’t even know, probably…because Facebook and I are currently fighting. I’m all, “WHERE IN THE HELL IS MY GROUP, FACEBOOK?!?” And it’s all, “It’s right here, dumbass. You really are retarded.”

It’s my favorite – the footer, I mean. Not Facebook.

PS: booshy is still a work in progress…I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I’ve been keeping this a secret since AUGUST…and that’s probably a record.

PPS: For those concerned about Maddie: She had a check-up today and is doing much better. She’s off all her medication except one AND the vet said that she looks like a monk.

No, seriously, he did.

But he also said that she’s well beyond any *emergency* – Praise the puppy gods and let the healing process begin.

PPPS: WELCOME TO BOOSHY!

For serious.