I found a fun thing over at Fliva.  It's a widget that asks you lots of questions.  You answer them, seriously or humorously and post it on your blog.  Then people who come to your blog can not only read your witty answers but ask you witty questions to which you'll give your witty answers.  Go ahead ... ask me anything ... you know you want to.  Nothing wrong with my ego today.  Example Q&A ...

Q.  What is the perfect invention?

A.  It's a toss up.  Perforated toilet paper or velcro

I'm going to be putting a permalink my Fliva in the side section so that it can be accessed at will.  =^]

I feel a little tired today.  I think I have a Humpty Dance hangover.  =^p   And, I still have that darned cold.  This is going on three weeks.  Ugh.  I'm going back to bed.  Yay!

I've been visiting a site called Freaking Fabulous who posts the most beautiful collection of Flickr photos.  This one is just awe inspiring.  So much so I had to post it.  What an eye, this photographer has.



In case you hadn't noticed, the ring casts a heart-shaped shadow on the pages of the book.  *sigh*

I was looking through some old files and look what I found!  It's the Hump Hog!  Yeah, baby!  Annnnnnd ... The Humpty Dance!

Maestro, a little chair dancin' hump music, please

   

 

Warning: Profanity free, a little suggestive, BIG FUN to chair dance to!  Disclaimer: No hogs were harmed in the making of this post.

Dear Cybersurfer -

I'm so sorry to disappoint you.  I apologize for the inconvenience.  I don't know how you ended up here after you searched for "xxx child ass".  Were you looking for a child posing with an ass as in donkey?  Maybe a child in an ass / donkey costume?  Or maybe a "child" donkey?  Or maybe a child just being an ass as in being unruly?  Was the "xxx" a wild card in the search?  Surely you weren't literally looking for triple x rated child ass. 

You nasty monkey! Get the hell off my blog and don't touch anything on the way out!

p.s. Ever heard of an IP address?  Wanna know yours?

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Now watch me get hits from people looking for a nasty monkey ... EWWW!

9:05PM CST  Went to Perverted Justice site to see where I could forward the IP to ... waiting on a reply.  Not sure they can do anything.  It may not even be the real IP but according to StatCounter, it originated in Canada.

When I logged on tonight, the Sloganizer read, "Friday takes care of you."  My first thought was, "I would if I could."  There are people in my life -- online and offline -- that are going through some tumultuous times.  I've embraced them with my heart but I wish I could do more.

Did you know that when you cry, I cry?  Did you know that when your heart aches I want to ease your pain?  Did you know that I feel protective of you and would shield you from despair if I could?  Did you know that I want to nurture you ... spoil you ... make you laugh ... make your life better in some small way.  When you're sick I wish I could be there to take care of you.  When you're hurting or scared or just blue, I wish I could just hug you and say, "It's okay.  Whatever you feel right now, it's okay.  We'll get through this together."  I feel this way because ... because I love you.  Does that seem like a strange thing to say?  Understandably so ... lots of people seem to throw that word around a lot these days, but I truly mean it.  I hope that doesn't scare you because truly, I don't want anything from you.  You gift me with so much already. 

Does this all seem cryptic?  If you think I'm talking to you, chances are, you're right.  I haven't made any secret about the women that I think "totally rock".

I'm not used to this, sharing about what I feel in the core of my heart.  I know that there are people who think I'm sappy or lame or whatever.  Maybe I am.  I just don't care anymore. 

My mother used to say that I was "too gentle to live among wolves".  I believe it's from a James Kavanaugh poem.  (Actually, pretty funny, my mom quoting James Kavanagh.)  What she was saying is that my heart is tender.  I'm easily hurt.  I'm too sensitive.  But it's exactly that thing that makes me too sensitive that makes me so sensitive to others.  It's exactly that sensitivity that makes me love fiercely and steadfastly.

Paul McCartney wrote, "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."  I hope so because my heart seems to be making a lot of love lately and I just don't seem to be able to stifle it or hide it -- nor do I want to.  I may not have a brilliant mind, but I have a brilliant heart and I refuse to hide that any longer.

So, I love you -- get used to it.

"When you've got Friday, flaunt it."  -- Sloganizer

Transferring pictures from my camera to the computer, I came across a picture I obviously didn't take or consent to have taken.  The culprit could have been only one person.

ME:  (yelling)  MR. MAN!

MR. MAN:  (entering the room)  What are you hollering?

ME:  What's this?

MR. MAN:  (glances at the picture and then back at me)  Your best side?

ME:  My best side ... funny.

MR. MAN:  Well, it may not be your best side but it's my favorite side.

ME:  Why would that be?  You're always saying what a narrow ass I have.

MR. MAN:  Because when you're like that, you're quiet.

ME:  Phhht!  Get outta here!

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If the camera is in plain view, it's like Mr. Man bait -- he can't resist picking it up and snapping pictures of me in my least attractive moments.  He came home, found the camera on the kitchen counter and snapped this picture.  Actually, I had been on the phone with Paul that afternoon and as you can see, it wore me out.  I was curled up in my recliner having a nap.  My pants aren't really that low -- they're unbuttoned.  What?  Don't you unbutton your pants to get comfortable?  Oh, and no cracks about buttcrack ... that's only the small of my back ... I can't help it if I'm bumpy.

By the way, Anjelle, I was nippy which is why I'm all curled up.

Excuse my mess while I fine tune the layout.  In the meantime, here's a couple of St. Patrick's Day prezzies for my wonderful friends.  I have the luck of the Irish, I'm telling ya!

a little Irish moon

1. Chemical :: imbalance (guess now we know who takes antidepressants)
2. Poker :: something you do to get her attention
3. Federal :: Freakin' FEMA!  Federal Emergency Management Agency :^p
4. Mattress :: Princess and the Pea
5. Who am I? :: comic impersonator
6. Investigation :: I was nowhere near there, I swear!
7. In good hands :: "He's got the whole world in his hands!"  Funny coming from me, right?
8. 8:30 :: Meet me at Starbucks
9. Creditors :: hate me because I refuse to get a credit card
10. Resource :: resourceful

What?  I didn't come up with one musical reference this time?  What's up with that?

Anyhoo ...

You know the drill.  "Rules are, there are no rules." There are no right or wrong answers. Don't limit yourself to one word responses; just say everything that pops into your head.  You can mutter there or mutter along with me in my comments.

This video pretty much sums up how I feel this morning.  My heart is some happy because I have the most wonderful friends and it's a pretty day and I have a new Happy Bunny t-shirt and I fit into my size 1 jeans easily and I get to see Meecie today and I'm in love and love's in me and, and, and ...

Mornin' world!

Of course, if my radio and Cherrios were really anthropomorphic, I'd freak.

Entitled "Realizing a Dream"