Heather B. Armstrong (née Hamilton, born July 19, 1975) is an Americanblogger who resides in Salt Lake City, Utah. She writes under the pseudonym of Dooce. Armstrong explains that "Dooce" came from her inability to quickly spell "dude" during IM chats with her former co-workers.
Armstrong was raised a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Memphis, Tennessee, and majored in English at Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, graduating in 1997. She then moved to Los Angeles, California to work. Armstrong married web designer Jon Armstrong and returned to Salt Lake City to work as a consultant and designer. On January 17, 2012 the duo announced they were in a trial separation. The Armstrongs announced they were divorcing on December 3, 2012.
They have two daughters together: Leta Elise (born February 3, 2004), and Marlo Iris (born June 14, 2009).
Armstrong was featured by Forbes magazine among 30 honorees on its list of "The Most Influential Women In Media" for 2009.
I'm sick and tired of muthafuckaz Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit Cause I'm on the corner Shit they on the corner, they do what they wanna do Shit I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do My brother Rick man he was callin' it in 1988 Shit I'ma keep on doin' every damn thang I wanna do man I-I-I'm, man shit I'ma serve mine round this muthafucka man I ain't scared of no muthafucka My name Willie, my name Willie I don't give a fuck who you is nigga, fuck what you got I don't give a fuck how you live shawty, fuck who you shot I don't give a fuck if you had a 30-pack in yo drawz Come around here tryin' to slang, nigga get jacked for the raw Yeah I'm clappin' at y'all Niggaz ain't what they claim to us Learned the game from us And try to slang cain from us (Man it was only weed!) I don't give a fuck if it was weed, heroin, or angel dust Don't let it happen shawty (Or what man?) We clappin' ya shawty We ghetto Sopranos Us niggaz pack metals in our flanel And go against what I said, you'll be headlinin' every channel I got niggaz I done lost here, niggaz in the Fed's Niggaz who swung out on them dummies that'll pull they guns out And you wanna sneak and serve round here (Man I ain't sneakin') I put ya down (Okay) if I catch ya, yeah part of the curb round here It's blood, sweat, and tears round here We was all born here, we all'll clown round here Nigga you ain't from round here (Get the fuck from around here) Nigga you ain't born round here (Get the fuck from around here) And you ain't finna serve round here (Get the fuck from around here) Nigga you ain't blood round here - catch a slug round here Now who you say you know around here (Get the fuck from around here) He wasn't even raised round here (Get the fuck from around here) I ain't never seen yo face round here (Get the fuck from around here) Man we don't play around here - we shoot AK's around here What yo name is, tell me what yo name is Who gave you the okay, you told ya you could slang here (Man my brotha Rick, remember he used to call it around here) Who dirty Rick, man that nigga been barred from round here We ain't honored shit round here You ain't heard, it's anybody's cut around here And try to serve, you can lay out on the ground here Know what I'm sayin' I'm from the 51st Ward nigga them K's we sprayin' We bringin' them guns round here We bringin' them funds round here You better listen up shawty, it ain't no fun round here You ain't leavin' round here With shit stacked from down here But doctor bills lil' boy you get clapped around here (Man don't hate on me) Nigga where the packs of dro Well I heard you got them blows Better not come up on my tip servin' nothin' I'ma get to bustin' at you hoes You gotta go with the Calico And a baby .380 for playin' me shady Get a bullet to the neck not payin' they gravy I'm crazy, see death in my scummy eyes Flip a 15 over here, muthafuck if we ?? 25's You about to get pissed I'm mad doggin' you like the Grinch I ain't gon' roll with this Catch you servin' on this tip, I'ma steal you like you stole Christmas Leavin' no witness, got plenty tanks You got fire green and plenty bank Thinkin' you bout to put some work down here Did you ask High Beam and Bennie Franks Them niggaz must have shut you down or somethin' Heard you was a hoe and whooped for about 34 pounds of somethin' Buck at you, runnin' this buildin' and tryin' to get yo cash on I'ma scoop through the tip in a 1300 with a black mask on Tryin' to set up shop, these shorties on my block will be so glad Come and buy one sack, I'ma strap, stick dude up for that whole ? Don't talk no shit, we got dum-dums round here Get put in trunks around here
Heather Armstrong, a pioneering US blogger who laid bare her struggles as a parent and her battles with depression and alcoholism, was found in her Salt Lake Cityhome... .
Mom blogger and influencer Heather "Dooce" Armstrong has passed away at the age of 47, according to a post shared to her Instagram page on May 9th. Get the details ... .
Editor’s note • This article discusses suicide. If you or people you know are at risk of self-harm, call or text 988 to reach the Suicide & CrisisLifeline for 24-hour support. .
She laid bare her struggles as a mother and her battles with depression and alcoholism on her site Dooce.com and on social media ... alcoholism on her site Dooce.com and on social media, has died at 47.
Heather Armstrong, an influential writer whose blog Dooce helped popularize mommy blogging, has died, her partner, Pete Ashdown, confirmed to CNN... Dooce was on its way to becoming a digital phenomenon.
The Washington Post
11 May 2023
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11 May 2023