Those blogging bastards (and I mean that affectionately) over at T&A have discovered that Wendy Bell’s Baby Blog is no more. Before you rend your garments as PittGirl came close to doing (then this would be called the Nude Burgh Blog), chill.
Wendy’s newfound power over at WTAE has allowed her to have her very own non-baby related blog. Are you excited too? Or are you one of those people on the other end of the spectrum that hates her guts? Apparently, not only are the readers of The Burgh Blog split on Wendy … the whole city is too. We either love her or hate her. PittGirl loves her.
Wendy is the woman who so awesomely wrote of having her cervix “turkey basted” with her husband’s sperm.
Now she’s talking about:
I remember some of the things that used to freak me out me as a kid. Getting zipped up in my sleeping bag. Creepy episodes of Fantasy Island. Having my sister jump out at me in the dark. You know. Fun stuff like that. Had I ever known the true frights of parenthood, I would’ve embraced Tattoo and Mr. York with open arms.
Fantasy Island creeped the hell out of me when I was younger. And if any of you are too young to have ever seen an episode of Fantasy Island, please don’t tell me about it lest this old chick fling herself off of the Smithfield Street Bridge. Thanks.
In front of God and everyone, I grabbed the little crapper and dragged him into the house and proceeded to yell until I had tears in my eyes.
I was doubting my Wendy-love when after Scott Baker’s departure I had comments about what a bitch Wendy was, but now that she’s blogging again, I’m back on the love train, people.
So unless Wendy walks up to me on the streets of the Burgh, calls me a whore, bitch slaps me silly, and then throws a pigeon at me, I’m going to continue to like her.