YSYRFT? (You sure you're ready for this?)

Welcome to B*tches in the Burbs. We're not sure how you got here, but we're glad you did. We absolutely can't wait to get started, but we need to warn everyone that this blog may be offensive to you if you are not truly a b*tchy girl. B*tchy girls can be found everywhere: young, old, any race, size, religion, etc. They can be married, divorced, single, engaged, moms, college students...the list goes on and on.
If the mere mention of mom jeans, candle parties, scrapbooking, or bunco excites you, trust us, this is DEFINITLEY NOT the site for you. STOP READING now and go back to your arts n crafts.
We have many friends who enjoy these different activities, and we're not looking to make mortal enemies, although we're pretty sure we will piss people off. To that we say TOO DAMN BAD. For those of you who continue to read despite the warning and are going to be offended, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, get off now. We don't want to hear, nor do we care about your bitchy comments or complaints about what we say. We're just trying to have a little fun!
So.............
Do you think you're a b*tchy girl? Scroll down to the bottom of the page and take the quiz and see!

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What Don't You Understand?



Main Entry:   
blog
Part of Speech:   
n
Definition:   
an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page; 
Example:   
Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality of the author.

Some of you don't like us...point taken. You think we're pompous, judgmental, narrow-minded, & superficial...point taken as well.  You believe that our posts are insignificant, trivial, and lack any real substance.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Virgin No More

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BIT= B*tches in Training. Learn it!

I was a virgin until last night. Yes, I'm 39+ & have two kids. They were actually with me, as was the rest of my family, including my parents & cousins who were visiting from New Jersey. No one could ever call me prude, and the 10 minutes of fun that I had was well worth it. But I was left feeling distracted, bemused, hyped, and full of questions that would most likely never be answered.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

GMYS Gonna Make You Sweat

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Ahhhhh, good ol' 1987. It was June. I was a horny high school graduate soon going off college to torture myself with 4 more years of academics.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

AYWT Are You Wearing a Thong?

Here's a small glimpse of my day, the last 10 minutes to be exact. I swear, every f*cking word is true, I couldn't make this sh*t up if I tried. 

Sunday, March 20, 2011

WYBB Watch Your Back B*tch


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Dear Dance Teacher from H*ll,
    When my four year old daughter skipped into class 10 minutes late yesterday, you looked at her as if she were your best friend and you just found out she f*cked your prom date.



Friday, March 18, 2011

JBJ John Bon Jazzhands



Here's the thing, I'm a Bon Jovi FREAK!  I admit my obsession with Jon is a bit insane, but who could blame me?  Just look at him!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Friday, March 11, 2011

39 Forever



Hi Jor,
Every d*mn time I sit down to write I think of you. I think of how much fun you'd be having with this whole b*tchy girl thing.



I mean, besides me, who else has ever been b*tchier?

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

RW&D (Red Wine & Douches)

My life should be a f*cking sitcom. Seriously, if I didn't have a kick *ss sense of humor, I don't know how I'd make it through the day.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

IBB (I'm Back, Baby!)

People who I want to tell to kiss my *ss, 
& exactly what I'd like to say:

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

SSB (Spinning Sweating B*tches)

I've belonged to the local upscale health club for 10 years. In that time I've seen people come and go. The ones who have stayed devout exercisers are usually fit, dedicated, svelte middle aged folk who are there to keep that youthful body intact, as much as gravity will allow. There are basically two categories of fitness enthusiasts who go to the gym:

Monday, February 28, 2011

OOO (Oscar, Oscar, Oscar)

Oh, what a night! How I love walking down the red carpet that extends from my foyer into my family room, wearing my custom made Dior gown, sparkling jewels, and one of a kind Jimmy Choo heels. My  smile is bright, my voice clear as I make my acceptance speech to the dozen or so stuffed animals that are entranced by my beauty, talent, and charm. Why is my family looking at me like I'm completely f*cked in the head?

Friday, February 25, 2011

ETO (Eminem Takes Over)


DM=Dorky Mom If you haven't looked at our acronym list, you should. It helps!

If any DM's overheard me yapping about my lack of parenting this week, I have no doubt they'd be outside my door, crocs and all, protesting my right to be a mother.  I'm so "proud" of  my wonderful offspring! They now have an all new vocabulary that would put Snoop Dog to shame. 

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

CT (Can't Think)

When TT and I were in sixth grade, our Language Arts teacher, Mrs. O, had us keep a journal in class.  We could write about whatever we wanted, even private things, we just had to make sure that we wrote for the entire time alotted.  She assured us that she wouldn't look at our "secret" pages, all we had to do was fold them over if we didn't want her to see.  Bullsh*t! As if the second we walked out the door, she didn't run for those f*ckers and search for the folded pages.  She probably found out so much sh*t about us. B*tch. She had such a stick up her *ss anyway. 

Thursday, February 17, 2011

MFH (Mall From Hell)

Which part of "look in the f*cking mirror before you leave the house" is so difficult to understand? How could I have possibly known that my 20 minute trip to the mall was going to be so unbelievably disturbing?  I had to practically shield my poor little BIT's eyes to prevent severe psychological damage that would take years of therapy to correct.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

BD (Bachelor Drama)

Damn, I'm so much funnier and creative when I'm drinking. I should have written this last night after 4 glasses of chardonnay and a couple bites of my lame Valentine's Day dinner at home. I was in a perfectly giddy mood for ripping on "The Bachelor".

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

FM (Foul Mouth)

We got us a MB (man b*tch) who will be a guest writer from time to time.  Enjoy his first post!

GGW (GrammysGone Wild) Letter to my Rock Stars




If there is any indication that rock stars and other random musicians need me in their lives, it's the Grammy's.  As I watch one of my favorite shows of the year (cuz I love freaks and music), I realize that with gobs of money you can use your "uniqueness" and turn it into something that has been beamed down from another planet!

Monday, February 14, 2011

VD (Valentine's Day, not your typical post!)

(Translations, learn 'em: DQ: drama queen, daugher 1, LB: little b*tch, daughter 2, TFB: too f'n bad)

Happy Valentine's Day, B*tches.  Love it, hate it, don't give a sh*t?  However you feel about it I hope you get to spend it with someone you love, or at least don't despise.

Friday, February 11, 2011

BOW (B*tch on Wheels)

I have a cold. I feel like sh*t. I am a crabby, pissy b*tch, and I feel truly sorry for anyone who had to have anything to do with me today.  Well, almost anyone, because there are the few, the proud, the faithful, who, even when I  hit rock bottom and am so b*tchy I can't even stand myself, continue to come back for more. Kudos to these crazy b*tches because they always end up making me laugh!