When you go to the grocery store, you pretty get all walks of life. I mean, there aren’t some humans that eat and some that don’t (except Angelina Jolie). We all have to eat thus we need to go grocery shopping. Yesterday was no different, I began on the right of the dry goods and… Continue reading The Therapy Dog That Shunned Me
You guys, I’m so excited I can’t wait to tell you! So….so excited! It’s like Christmas in August for me and Hot Mess Memoir. So what happened? What has me typing furiously on my laptop on the side of the soccer fields? A doggie! “Hot Mess, wtf? Did you get another doggie?” Look, if we… Continue reading A Mystery is Solved
I put my Chihuahua down 30 minutes ago and my heart is broke. I didn’t realize I would be this sad but then again, I would be a psycho if I wasn’t sad. The vet was an absolute angel and so sweet to me, I’ll explain my gratitude later in this post. For the past… Continue reading RIP Chichi
Inheritance So I have decided to try the WordPress prompt of the day and it’s inheritance. So, seeing that I do not have a will yet, I have decided to use my blog as my last will and testament. Here it goes and mind you, I am not going to Google legal jargon. I’m just… Continue reading WordPress Prompt- Inheritance- Hot Mess’s Will
Chichi enjoys torturing me by staring at my face until I pick her up and place her on the sofa, only to jump back down minutes later. We repeat this cycle no less than 8-10 times per an hour. For those of you that don’t know, I have a 106 year old Chihuahua named Chichi.… Continue reading Monday Night at the Hot Mess House
Sure, it’s a little cliche and Disney-ish, naming this post Dog With A Blog, but it kinda fits. Guess what ass holes? It’s me, Hot Mess’s Chihuahua- Chichi Barbados. I’ve hijacked her blog and it’s a no holds barred confession of how I get revenge on her for having not 1 but 2 children. Gone… Continue reading Dog With A Blog
I’m going to be real, the rest of this article is really horrible and disgusting. You’ve been warned. In 2002 I graduated from The Ohio State University with a degree in Fashion Merchandising. Sure, I probably had the lowest GPA walking across the stage but you know what? We’re all walking walking away with the… Continue reading My Dog Is Killing Me Slowly
P.S. Because irony is a comedian, while placing Chichi back on the bed, I fell on to the spindle of my Ikea bed. I chalk this up to karma for the last post I made for the pictures in the Ikea catalog. I think I bruised my ribs and my right arm.
Is that our driveway? Silly! No, my husband failed to put Chichi back in the house. She used this opportunity to work on her tan….in the driveway next door.
I was in the middle of writing another post when I heard my husband say,”you want up Chi-Chi? Come on.” Chi-chi is approximately 14 years old. When my husband gifted her to me I proudly bestowed the name Chi-Chi Barbados on her. I don’t know why, it just came to me. Often times I would… Continue reading I’m My Chihuahua’s Bitch