Anyone feel like putting their computer down for a minute to dance and scream?

No?

Just me?

Okay, hold on for a second-

♪♪♪♪♪♪ YAY! ♪♪♪♪♪♪

*Whew!*  Thanks!

I am so happy and grateful to know that I am an excellent *brag* writer who shows my dedication and respect to some amazing brands who agree that I’m totally wicked super cool and awesomely rad enough to ask that I become a Carnival Cruise Line Ambassador!  (more…)

I can’t write today.  My Step-father is in critical condition from an operation and I can’t be funny.  Just didn’t want you to think I was ignoring everyone.  I just can’t be funny. Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers and support.

Okay.  So I wrote this big old post and found it boring as hell and deleted it.  I put a call out on Facebook and told everyone to tell me what to write.  The first four people suggested -

1. Miss Julie said – “raises hand…I’m super interesting. Write about me!”
2. Larry Brauner said – “How about something you did over the weekend?”
3. Christi said – “When you were 17.”
4. Brandy said – “I think the weekend may be interesting .. or a funny thing that happened … ummm…”

Since all I really know about Julie is that she and I are going to stop shopping and start swapping clothes via mail, I can’t say too much about her, other than the fact that she and I must beer.

I actually wrote about what both Brandy and Larry suggested but it didn’t have the flow I was looking for and felt too forced, so I deleted it and asked what to write about henceforth (bringing that word back, people. Get on it) leading me to ask what to write about on Facebook.

I’ll end up mentioning my weekend tomorrow maybe.  It was random, just like Tuesdays are.

So Christi from Blah Blah Blog wins, and all four of them got linky love.

When I was 17… (more…)

Photo Courtesy of WTFoodge

Fuckin’ monkey.  My monkey can kick that bastards ass.

That’s right.  I have a monkey and he sure as shit isn’t named George and he’s not a total Douche-tard (thank’s dad) like that fucking nightmare who does nothing but show my kids how to be dicks.  They have to have a fucking disclaimer before the show telling kids not to do what he does.  Like a kid listens to that.  Asshats.

THIS is my monkey.  My pillow pet.  I adore him.  I still haven’t named him, I just call him my money.  I like to stroke my monkey.  He’s the only pillow I sleep on now, he’s so good to me.  I haven’t even had to spank my monkey yet.  When the time comes, I’ll be sure to take a pic to put up for Wordless Wednesday so you can watch me spank my monkey.

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