I don't have a lot of actual "followers" only 10 to be exact. I know that there are more regular readers here than "followers". But the 10 people I do have following me are either very good friends of mine or really good blog buddies... so with out further ado. let me introduce you:
in no particular order:
Tommymac71 He hasn't been bloggin recently but when he was it was awesome... funny stuff... I miss him bunches and wish he would come back to the blog world... also he was one of my very first blog followers...
That Girl Is an amzing young woman who blogs about her everyday life and makes it not only interesting but funny as hell...
HLP is a very funny site where they showcase those really horrible vanity plates you see everyday. I am an official member of the Platarazzi and have submitted my fair share of bad plates. Vegas is the perfect place to plate-stalk
Travis Erwin has two blogs One word, One rung, One day that I read every day and This one that I never read... Travis is an amazing writer and an awesomely cool dude (we're also Twitter buddies). He has been through so much in the last few months and yet he keeps his spirits up and his head high, and he still keeps on writing.. If you twitter I highly suggest you start following him...
Jackie is a new follower and I'm new to her blog as well... She also has two blogs JackiesMagic that I read and Sisterly Connections that I don't read (Come one cut me some slack... have you seen that blog list on the right? I read those everyday!!) She is another "real life" blogger like myself... she pulls no punches when talking about her experiences...
Dzzblnd over at Soggy-Doggy-Bloggy is a treasure. She is probably my most faithfull follower and commenter. She also follows my other blog and I am sure is still waiting for the next installment of the story about Sara... Don't worry.. its coming... She also has a second blog where she talks about Dreams and interprets your dreams for you, she is very very good.
Here begins the section where I mention the bloggers that I know on a more personal level (I.E. my real life buddies)
My very first Follower every was MyndTrip He is an aspring author who has this great story line he created that is based on a paper and dice RPG game that he created... he is very creative. The game is so easy to learn and play and has the potential to be the absolute best paper and dice game ever (sorry D&D I still love you). But his stories about the world he created are spectacular... if you go back and read them from the beginning you'l be just as hooked as I am.
Jennifer the Messenger (aka JenX) is a journalist who is doing a series of stories on some of the more colorful characters who live here in the city of sin. Her Blog is full of great stories, but be warned it is not for the faint of heart... She is also a Twitter buddy.
Lisa is a girl I went to high school with.. We were pretty tight there for a little while.. after high school we lost touch and got back into touch here in blogger... her blog is all about her amazing crafting ability
And yes I saved the best for last!!
You all know her as EZ. I am including a link to her Blogger profile here becuase she has 3 blogs she is currently running (with more on the way). She is an eclectic blogger, she blogs about everything from life, to politics, to religion... one of her blogs is dedicated to a year long writting project she is working on... Check out her stuff its great!
Now that I have introduced you I suggest that if you haven't already checked these peeps out that you do. They are all very amazing people and damn fine bloggers.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Stolen Quote
"Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort, of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as it is, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful friend will take and sift them, keeping what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness, blowing the rest away." ~ Novelist Mary Ann Evans
Thanks Jackie!
Thanks Jackie!
Friends, Soccer, Beer and Waaay too Much Political BS
Last night I went a soccer game.. I think its the first soccer game I have ever been to that didn't involve 9 year olds trying real hard to impress their parents... it was a bunch of BEAUTIFUL men and women... I went to support Jennifer the Messenger's husband. He's a french man with a french accent. He's a very cool guy and he has some very hot friends.
EZ and I went because we were promised a plethora of handsome single men to oogle... The first 4 or 5 guys Jen pointed out to us were married... finally I ask
"Where are all the single dudes?"
Jen: "Um I don't know let's ask Shou Shou*"
Shou Shou is a probably not how it is spelled... It sounds like "Shoe Shoe" its a french term of endearment that when litterally translated means "cabbage cabbage". The french are very strange people...
While Shou Shou is taking a break from being the most bad-ass soccer player on the field, he comes to sit with us and smoke a cigarette. Of course I immediately ask him to point out the single men... The first one is a guy we shall call the "Rockin' Morrocan" why? Because he's from Morroco and he's also a bad-ass soccer player. EZ and I spent the rest of the evening drooling over all the hard bodies sprinting from one end of the field to the other... So much fun...
At the end of the night Shou Shou's team won 6-1 and 5 of those goals were made by everyone's favorite frenchman Shou Shou! Jen says he wasn't showing off.. he's just really that good!
The next part of the evening was spent hanging out with Bob* and his friend the Drag Queen. Of course EZ, Shou Shou and Jen were all there too... and a surprise guest... wel he wasn't really a surprise.. after all I did invite him... do you remember this guy? STG*
Well he showed up too. Of course Bob* and I spent all night bickering and razzing each other... And then when STG* showed up he started in on me too... WTF come on guys!
Jen, EZ, Bob* (which I may change to boob), and DG* (Drag Queen) and I spent a good part of the evening discussing politics and religion. Bob* of course tried desperately to win at the bar trivia game. He likes to think he's smart... sometimes he is but other times its just bluster.
The evening ended sometime around 1 am and I was home by 2 am then up at 4:30 for my 2 mile walk... needless to say I'm going to bed early tonight.
I enjoy my friends but I think I can only handle a hour or so of Bob* at a time... sheesh
Updates: Still not smoking... going to look at what could become my new Dirty Girl Ride (blog about that later) on friday.. and no word from Jay* (men: all talk no action)
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
EZ and I went because we were promised a plethora of handsome single men to oogle... The first 4 or 5 guys Jen pointed out to us were married... finally I ask
"Where are all the single dudes?"
Jen: "Um I don't know let's ask Shou Shou*"
Shou Shou is a probably not how it is spelled... It sounds like "Shoe Shoe" its a french term of endearment that when litterally translated means "cabbage cabbage". The french are very strange people...
While Shou Shou is taking a break from being the most bad-ass soccer player on the field, he comes to sit with us and smoke a cigarette. Of course I immediately ask him to point out the single men... The first one is a guy we shall call the "Rockin' Morrocan" why? Because he's from Morroco and he's also a bad-ass soccer player. EZ and I spent the rest of the evening drooling over all the hard bodies sprinting from one end of the field to the other... So much fun...
At the end of the night Shou Shou's team won 6-1 and 5 of those goals were made by everyone's favorite frenchman Shou Shou! Jen says he wasn't showing off.. he's just really that good!
The next part of the evening was spent hanging out with Bob* and his friend the Drag Queen. Of course EZ, Shou Shou and Jen were all there too... and a surprise guest... wel he wasn't really a surprise.. after all I did invite him... do you remember this guy? STG*
Well he showed up too. Of course Bob* and I spent all night bickering and razzing each other... And then when STG* showed up he started in on me too... WTF come on guys!
Jen, EZ, Bob* (which I may change to boob), and DG* (Drag Queen) and I spent a good part of the evening discussing politics and religion. Bob* of course tried desperately to win at the bar trivia game. He likes to think he's smart... sometimes he is but other times its just bluster.
The evening ended sometime around 1 am and I was home by 2 am then up at 4:30 for my 2 mile walk... needless to say I'm going to bed early tonight.
I enjoy my friends but I think I can only handle a hour or so of Bob* at a time... sheesh
Updates: Still not smoking... going to look at what could become my new Dirty Girl Ride (blog about that later) on friday.. and no word from Jay* (men: all talk no action)
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
shhhh
Can I tell you a secret?
Do you promise to not tell anyone else?
I'm not the strong fearless confident woman everyone thinks I should be. the truth is sometimes I hate myself. Sometimes I still cry over things people think I should just get over. Sometimes I envy others for their ability to put the past behind them. Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed in the morning. Sometimes I just want someone to hold me so I can pretend that the world doesn't exist, even if it is just for a few minutes. Sometimes I'm just a girl with a broken heart who can't seem to catch a break and I just want to sit back and cry about the futility of it all.
But I have to get up every day. I have to smile for the cameras. I have to fake it. I have to pretend to not care that I keep getting my heart stomped on. I have to pretend that I'm not jealous of my friends and the lives they get to lead. I have to play the part of the confident single mom who knows where she is going. I have to lie about not wanting a man. I have to hide my tears and smile through the loneliness.
But that's just between you and me.
Do you promise to not tell anyone else?
I'm not the strong fearless confident woman everyone thinks I should be. the truth is sometimes I hate myself. Sometimes I still cry over things people think I should just get over. Sometimes I envy others for their ability to put the past behind them. Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed in the morning. Sometimes I just want someone to hold me so I can pretend that the world doesn't exist, even if it is just for a few minutes. Sometimes I'm just a girl with a broken heart who can't seem to catch a break and I just want to sit back and cry about the futility of it all.
But I have to get up every day. I have to smile for the cameras. I have to fake it. I have to pretend to not care that I keep getting my heart stomped on. I have to pretend that I'm not jealous of my friends and the lives they get to lead. I have to play the part of the confident single mom who knows where she is going. I have to lie about not wanting a man. I have to hide my tears and smile through the loneliness.
But that's just between you and me.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A letter to the Pets
SO my mom sent me this email. I love it because now that I am no longer with that asshole who was allergic to anything with fur, I can get a dog! WOO HOO! plus now I don't have to get rid of all my cats just so that he can come over. I'm keeping my kitty that I have had for 10 years. The other two already have new homes.
Dear Dogs and Cats:
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. However, Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It Is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom foryears - canine/feline attendance is not required.
The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannotstress this enough.
Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted thefollowing message on the front door:
TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAINABOUT OUR PETS:
(1) They live here. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on al lfours and don't speak clearly.
Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;
(7) don't smoke or drink,
(8) don't want to wear your clothes,
(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college
(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell theirchildren ...
Dear Dogs and Cats:
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. However, Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It Is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom foryears - canine/feline attendance is not required.
The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannotstress this enough.
Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted thefollowing message on the front door:
TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAINABOUT OUR PETS:
(1) They live here. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on al lfours and don't speak clearly.
Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;
(7) don't smoke or drink,
(8) don't want to wear your clothes,
(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college
(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell theirchildren ...
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