I'll play along
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Posted:Apr 28, 2008 3:53 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2010 8:14 pm
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I played on another blog, and part of the rules was to repost on my own.
So if you want to join the fun, leave your name and I will comment on the following topics
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll tell you what song or movie reminds me of you .
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that makes sense to you and me (if possible , if not , I'll say something that only makes sense to me .)
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7.I'll ask you something I have always wondered about you
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Got my grump on
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Posted:Apr 28, 2008 4:27 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2008 7:06 am
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"You've got to get up every morning
With a smile in your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
The people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beatiful as you feel"
~ Carole King
"Oh, just bite me Carole!!!!"
~ Racyredlace
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what a beautiful day
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Posted:Apr 24, 2008 10:48 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2008 4:10 pm
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I hope everyone is having a day at least half as good as mine! The sun is shining. The trees are getting green. I had ice cream for lunch. It just can't get any better. If I was a cat, I'd be purring.
**sigh of contentment goes here**
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goodness!
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Posted:Apr 23, 2008 3:57 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 5:10 am
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I'm a music nut. There is always music playing somewhere around me. Once in awhile a song will sort of reach and poke me in the head, or the heart. Songs like Your Body is a Wonderland and Into the Mystic, well they don't mess around, they go straight for the crotch. A little bit ago I heard another one that hit me in the same spot. It's Girl I Just Got Started Lovin' You by James Otto. I'm not a big country music lover, but this has just enough soul. Here's the lyrics:
You don't have to go now honey
Call and tell em you won't be in today
Baby there ain't nothin at the office so important it can't wait
I'm thankful for the weekend
But two days in heaven just ain't gonna do
This is gonna take forever darlin
Girl I just got started lovin you
What's the point in fightin what were feelin
We both know we'll never win
Ain't this what we're missin let's just stop all this resistin and give in
Let me wrap my arms around you
You know you don't want to leave this room
Come back and let me hold you darlin
Girl I just got started lovin you
What can I say I never felt this way
Girl you're like a dream come true
After all the love we made
It sure would be a shame
If we let this moment end so soon
So won't you lay back down beside me
Girl just like I know you want too
Trust me when I tell you darlin
Girl I just got started lovin you
Ain't gonna stop
What can I say I never felt this way
Girl you're like a dream come true
After all the love we made
It sure would be a shame
If we let this moment end so soon
I'm thankful for the weekend
But two days in heaven just ain't gonna do
This is gonna take forever darlin
Girl I just got started lovin you
Come back and let me hold you darlin
Girl I just got started lovin you
Mercy!
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a monkey and a lizard
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Posted:Apr 22, 2008 5:39 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2008 12:19 pm
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First of all, DON'T DO DRUGS! A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE! I just get some really sick, funny emails once in a while, decided to share this.
A monkey is sitting in a tree smoking a joint when a lizard walks past and looks up and says to the monkey "hey! what are you doing?" The monkey says "smoking a joint, come up and have some."
So the lizard climbs up and sits next to the monkey and they smoke a few doobies. After a while the lizard says his mouth is 'dry' and is going to get a drink from the river. The lizard is so stoned that he leans too far over and falls into the river.
A Crocodile sees this and swims over to the lizard and helps him to the side, then asks the lizard, "what's the matter with you?"
The lizard explains to the crocodile that he was sitting smoking a joint with the monkey in the tree, got too stoned and then fell into the river while taking a drink.
The crocodile says he has to check this out and walks into the jungle, finds the tree where the monkey is sitting, finishing a joint, and he looks up and says "hey you!"
The Monkey looks down and says "fuuuuuuck dude.......how much water did you drink?!!"
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stupid song
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Posted:Apr 22, 2008 4:20 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2010 8:19 pm
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Don't you just hate it when you get part of a song stuck in your head? Once in awhile I'll get a good one. Today it's a notsogood one, a classic composed by Burt Bachrach, performed by the Carpenters, and given a new popularity through Mr. Austin Powers, yeah baby.
What do you get when kiss a guy?
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do he'll never phone you
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again.
I'm off to chug some more Nyquil and go back to bed!
Anyone else out there have a song stuck in their head today?
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Public Service Announcement
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Posted:Apr 21, 2008 11:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2008 5:23 pm
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April 21-27 is National Turn Off the Television Week. Cool! I don't watch TV much anyway. Other than Ghost Hunters on Sci Fi, it's all garbage. I'll do my part in support of getting America's youth of their increasingly chubby lil butts though. I received a list of things to do instead of watching TV, some of them are great. Go camping ~ already getting the camper ready for the weekend. Make home made playdough or oobleck ~ fun to make! Fun to play with! Edible too! Draw pictures with your toes ~ had a college roommate who could write her name with her toes, it was inspiring. Somewhere along the line, this list of boob tube free activities takes a turn for the darkside. Make a crystal radio ~ crystal meth might be less complicated. Put on a puppet show ~ those were my good socks dammit! Make musical instruments out of household objects ~ kill me now, or at least pass the blasted Tylenol. Loads of swell ideas in that list. I plan to spend most of my week blogging and having lotsa sex!
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why won't they just leave me alone?
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Posted:Apr 18, 2008 3:48 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2008 10:24 am
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I freakin' hate nicotine cravings. What really sucks is that a little bit ago I realized it's been exactly two months today since I quit smoking. The very next thought that shot through my head was "wow, I need a smoke." I just don't get it! I can drink coffee and not think about smoking. I don't miss cigarettes after I eat, or even after sex, even really good sex. I can sit in a room while someone else smokes and it doesn't bother me. But once in awhile out the blue WHAM there comes a craving. Dammit! It's just not right!
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Pooh's got it figured out
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Posted:Apr 16, 2008 4:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2008 12:41 pm
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"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called. ~A.A. Milne
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My resignation
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Posted:Apr 15, 2008 4:18 am
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2008 10:22 am
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To Whom It May Concern:
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to accept the responsibilities of a six-year-old. The tax base is lower.
I want to be six again. I want to go to McDonald's and think it's the best place in the world to eat. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them. I want to play kickball during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.
I long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care. I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips. I want to be happy, because I don't know what should make me upset. I want to think the world is fair, and everyone in it is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible.
Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, prejudice, starving and abused , lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality.
I want to be six again. I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever, because I don't know the concept of death. I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by the little things again. I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something used for escape from the things I should be doing. I want to live knowing the little things that I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them.
I want to be six again. I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me. I want to be naive enough to think that if I'm happy, so is everyone else. I want to walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I'm looking for. I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the grownups worry about time, the dentist and how to find the money to fix the car. I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up and what I'll be, who I'll be and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.
I want that time back. I want to use it now as an escape so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my spouse, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman, without thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth. I want to be six again.
--Author Unknown
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Bedmates
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Posted:Apr 14, 2008 6:28 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2010 8:31 pm
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Last night was a loooong night, barely got any sleep at all. Blankets were being tossed around, I was clinging to the headboard, and there were lots of groans, sighs, giggles, and even whimpers. Might sound like someone was having good sex, wasn't anyone in my bed though. I was just trying to stay in the bed and warm. For the record: I do NOT hog the bed, I take no more than my fair share, I only take half. So what if it's the middle half? I sleep naked and he snores, I should get first pick when it comes to halves! There are so many stop snoring products available these days; I should invest in some of them. My guerilla tactics only offer short term relief. A sound elbow shot to the kidneys works momentarily, as does holding his nose. Tugging on his pillow seems to work the best, but before long his pillow is on MY half of the bed, and he migrates with it. He tells people that I snore, I try to explain the difference between growling and snoring, he doesn't listen. Every morning he bounces out of bed, and he damn well should be chipper in the morning, he just spent 8 hours sleeping like a baby, a big hairy, noisy, lumberjack baby. I stagger around until the second cup of coffee kicks in. Now that I'm on my fourth cup, I feel human enough to start the day!
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I'll do anything you want...
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Posted:Apr 12, 2008 9:11 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2010 8:27 pm
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if you rub me the right way. The human body has 20 square feet of skin and about a gazillion nerve endings. That makes one helluva erogenous zone. I'm all about the touchy feely stuff. I'll watch porn with you, I'll listen to songs or poems loaded with erotic imagery, but if you really want to get me worked up, touch me. I live to be stroked, caressed, fondled, clung to, held, felt up, kissed, sucked, licked. I won't even object to being pawed and the occasional pinch at the right time is just yummy. If you're in a big hurry, just try some soft slow sensual kisses across my bare shoulder, oh my gawd.
Touching is almost as good as feeling. It's a powerful notion that a man is getting aroused because I'm touching him, or kissing him, or sucking him. For me the best parts are the touches that come afterward; my hand on his chest, his hand in my hair, our feet touching under the blankets.
Are there other touchy feely types out there, or am I in the minority?
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Don't Scream
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Posted:Apr 11, 2008 4:02 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2010 8:26 pm
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If an adorable six year old boy comes to you. If he has a huge grin on his face, a twinkle in his eye, and something cupped in his grubby lil hands. Don't scream when he shows you what he has in his grubby lil hands. If you scream you will startle him. If he's startled he will drop it and it will be loose in your house and you will not sleep till it's found.
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