Cheerleader Feet

CrackHo was at her favorite mid-chemo haunt th'other day (Fuzziwig's @ The Ave. in the EC) munching on some mini-Reeces cups and having a stroll. Almost dropped my melty mint nonpareils when I heard 2 teenaged boys tell a lovely teenaged girl:


"yeah you know she's got, like, cheerleader feet."


whaddya mean, she sez.


"like, they're so, like, pretty and all neat and stuff."


So THAT's the secret!!!! Sinnergirls, that's one thing we can ALL get down with: Cheerleader Feet. No cartwheels required. So, check out Diddy above enjoying the magic of Cheerleader Feet. Then, enjoy the Cheerleader Feet of Ryleigh's Aunt TooTall, Auntie CrackHo, BabyMamma and Ryleigh Coyote herself:

Bark, Bitch! Plus, Grappa Gets Censored, and Finally....Booties for Ryleigh

A quick rendezvous tonight in Sandy Springs with Grappa and Nonna on their way up to North Georgia for the BabyWatch (a/k/a The Ripening). Grappa and Nonna brought CrackHo a wonderful gift of Chips as part of our quest for the Right Italian Cocktail Chip. (And a little chemobrain demo included).

CrackHo in turn delivered baby booties imported from St. Simons Island for Ryleigh's going home event. (Assuming she does her coming out eventually). And no, they did not cost $100 (or even $300). There was more chatter about $100/$300 bootie(s) which HAD to be censored...

CrackHo's first time out of the CrackShack in 2 days, and Grappa's first time on Sinnergirls. Sorry we had to cut out most of Grappa's wit! But Grappa is quite a guy and has fended off the Sinnergirls for years as we try to rip the words out of his mouth (or censor him or whatever). But hey, this is a family blog. Sort of.

Freebster Boings, Malibu Barbie, and Mother & Diddy O'Sinnergirls are waiting breathlessly tonight by their landlines, Blackberries, I-phones, and dial-up modems to hear of Ryleigh's progress.

In Praise of the Small Things

CrackHo here. I have caused you all so much distress with my distress this week, bless your hearts, that I am happy happy happy to give you a more upbeat update! And I ain't lyin'.

I actually got in the 'Ho Mobile and drove on the 'spressway not once but twice today! And, not necessarily in this order: pumped my own gas, walked my Rent-a-Golden, saw Doc Hen (had to tackle him in the hall like some kinda groupie since my appointment was with his assistant), had my head petted in Doc Hen's waiting room (for some reason people just do that in public; must look like a pregnant belly), unloaded the dishwasher, remembered to make a phone call I said I would, remembered to mail the bills (and not just write the checks and leave them in the checkbook), woke up before the alarm this AM but not too much before, ate a Chik-Fil-A (thankee Truitt!), realized that Goldens hide things like their own leashes so I haven't necessarily lost what was left of my mind, found out I have lots of red cells, plenty o'plasma, and enough white cells so I ain't under house arrest this fine Labor Day weekend! Whew! And if that weren't enough, how 'bout this:

One of the most delectable things in God's creation is Coke on ice. I don't mean open a can in your own home and pour it over those silly little half-crescent "cubes" (when will some idiot decide it's a terrorist plot to have symbols of "radical Islam"-or South Carolina-spewing from our freezers??). I mean, honest to goodness Fountain Coke over Commercial-Grade Ice (and lots and lots of it) sucked down on a hot summer day through a straw. Just enough carbonation to make you shout Halleluia without burping. Just enough caffeine to make you think you CAN make it around the Top End of 285 One Mo' Time. Just enough sweet to make you remember MilkDuds and a certain boy at the movies. I had a Jones for just such a Coke my second trip up through Town and whipped the 'Ho Mobile off the road and through a drive-through ordering up a Large Diet Coke (with Caffeine, otherwise why bother). My dear peeps, it was a near-religious experience, possibly enhanced by sipping that Coke in the shadow of the Church of Our Lady of Perpetual Acceleration there along I-75 North. Ain't nuthin' better after 4 days of swapping between Sofa A and Sofa B than having a little unplanned outing involving the House Wine of Atlanta.

So CrackHo gives a big Shout-out and Thankee to all Y'all in the Sinnergirls world for the Extree Love & Support this week. Have a Coke & a Smile and whatever else you can get your sweaty little mitts on this weekend. Much love and thankees! (And you see, I'm still sitting up (yeah, still on Sofa A) so things are improving).

Insurance Claims: How to File for Wig Coverage (So to Speak)

CrackHo is rapidly discovering that part of this cancer adventure is learning how to partner with one's medical insurance provider. In the interest of public service, CrackHo and the other Sinnergirls have prepared two short training videos to help guide cancer patients through the arduous process of filing a claim for wig payment through their medical insurance carrier.


Video 1: For PPO's (rated PG-13 for violence and out-of-pocket thresholds)

Video 2: For HMO's (rated R for language and violence and hidden deductibles)

ChChChCh CHIA Pet!

CrackHo always secretly wanted a Chia Pet but was too embarassed to ever put it on her Christmas List. (OK OK now I will get 2,743 Chia Pets this Christmas but that's OK...I'll donate them to Toys for Sinnergirls Tots).

Little did CH know that she herself would become the Mother of All Chia Pets:

Chia-'Ho

watch how it grows from day 1 to day 2 to day 3!!

No kidding: the Chia-'Ho on the far left is AM hairbrush 8/12; the middle one is AM hairbrush 8/13; the far right Chia-'Ho is AM hairbrush 8/14. Any wonder the Sinnergirls Wigged Out with Miss Jennifer 8/15?

TMI? Sorry. But look at the Tourists we got here at the CrackShack! Sinnergirls got the 2008 Audubon Award for the Best Double-Processed Nest Color in a Neutral Beige with Zero Warmth But No Ageing Ash-y Tones (The Chris C./Envy Salon Award in case you want to order this color for your Chia-'Ho)

Putt out for dough. Or how Sinnergirls got their name.

Back in June, Crack-Ho, Black Canary Barbie and Malibu Barbie heard that Delta was ready when we were. So we took off for San Diego, combining business and pleasure. While Malibu was doing the business part, C-Ho and BCB handled the pleasure part, which before your imagination takes off, you should know means that they shopped. Anyway, Malibu waited patiently for them to get back to the "bungalow". When they arrived, she began filming and "sinnergirls" just popped out. Appropriate, don't you think? Not only does this video show the first-ever "sinnergirls" use, if you watch till the end, you'll witness BCB's priceless one-liner.