tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41554380539758520352024-02-21T05:21:27.458-05:00~ Layin' it down for all to see...~My intellect is larger than my boobs.Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-71803814884927372612010-11-23T20:36:00.000-05:002010-11-23T20:36:26.099-05:00Turkey!!!!!!!<center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/23/2481.jpg"><img border="0" height="194" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/23/s_2481.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="259" /></a></center><br />
It is almost Thanksgiving and I would like to take the opportunity to write about those things that I am thankful for the most. First, I am thankful that I have a job. I may gripe about it and whine occasionally (actually daily) but I am very grateful that I am gainfully employed. Second, I am thankful for my family and friends. I know it seems cliche, but seriously, I am very lucky to have great people in my life. This is especially important because I have such a shitty job. Third, I am thankful for my health. I am so lucky to have a body that functions properly. There are so many people out there with life threatening illnesses (which I meet mostly at my workplace), and I am happy to be healthy and have a healthy family. Lastly, I am thankful for Russ. He loves me in spite of my griping and whining about above job. I am very lucky to have such an awesome man in my life. So, in closing, I am very thankful for such good times with good people. I wish everyone reading this a very happy Thanksgiving, and holiday season. Eat bird.Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-45669730080224779502010-11-22T19:29:00.000-05:002010-11-22T19:30:20.838-05:00Lance is a pervert.This is the strangest ad campaign ever. Is Don Draper responsible for this?<br /><br />"I got Lance in my pants." Eww. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/22/2313.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/22/s_2313.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-82595585579885679272010-11-16T07:15:00.000-05:002010-11-16T07:35:20.513-05:00Really America?Why is the engagement of two British people the "top story" this morning? The Today show spent ten minutes on the "Royal Engagement". My thoughts on the pending nuptials: I. Don't. Care. I also don't care about Lindsey Lohan's legal issues or Brangelina's rainbow baby. Not everyone wants smoke and mirrors. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/16/539.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/16/s_539.jpg' border='0' width='273' height='218' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I should not have to get my news from the BBC, which, in spite of being the home country of the prince and pending princess, had only a small blurb on the entire matter before reporting actual news. <br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-34006408205260555262010-11-04T18:57:00.000-04:002010-11-04T18:58:41.324-04:00Attack of the flaming "J" turkey.My assistant drew this awesome turkey on the office's dry erase board. I think the "J" stands for jive. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/04/2063.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/04/s_2063.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-59707267142779933602010-11-02T21:34:00.001-04:002010-11-02T21:56:47.983-04:00Smoke your meth asshole. I hate you.Why did I have to give more information to buy Claritin D than I did to buy a house? I am sick; I really didn't need the third degree from a lady with hair the size of a Geo Metro. I realize that I live in a poor rural community known for its premium meth production, but did I really look like I was going to cook a batch of meth? No, I looked like Rudolph the red effin' nosed reindeer (maybe she thought I was a cokehead). I actually sneezed on her little notebook where I had to sign and swear to use the pills for good not evil. Thanks a lot meth-heads for making my life a bit more Orwellian. <br />
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EDIT: To be fair, I just realized that Ms. Big Hair may have looked at my mismatched sock and black clogs and thought no one would wear that mess unless a drug of some sort was involved. I still hate her, and meth cookers. Meh.<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneLayin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-57432596140037070402010-11-01T22:51:00.001-04:002010-11-01T23:00:54.037-04:00Midterm Election Anxiety Reliever.Guaranteed to make you smile:<br />
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Step 1: Open Browser<br />
Step 2: Go to www.google.com/imghp<br />
Step 3: Type, "baby orangutan"<br />
Step 4: Click "Search Images"<br />
Step 5: Smile<br />
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I am not usually this cheesy, but Oh Ma Gah. Those babies are so cute. Okay, I'm making myself sick and this makes me sad. Better repeat Step 1! <br />
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Happy mid-term elections!!!!<br />
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EDIT: I didn't think anything could be cuter, but then I remembered this little guy. <br />
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1. The National, "Bloodbuzz Ohio"- The lead's voice sounds like Tom Waits and Darth Vader's love child.<br />
2. Broken Bells, "Sailing to Nowhere"- Love this one. Great melody and a bit creepy.<br />
3. Guster, "Do You Love Me"- This song makes me smile big. I love that "marbles in my mouth" phrase. I can totally relate.<br />
4. The Black Keys, "Howlin' for you"- Sexy.<br />
5. And an older, but still awesome, "Be Here Now" by Mason Jennings- Makes me think about how good my life is right now. <br />
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All are awesome.<br />
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By the way, I have no qualms about telling you that I can be obsessed with a song or songs. I set about ten songs on a playlist and hit the repeat button. Before I know it I will have listened to them all about five times. Does this count as a hobby?Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-32217436049841087982010-10-20T19:37:00.001-04:002010-10-20T19:48:18.610-04:00Yep...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PJGci6L5IVlY6JwxxMsZs3GH1x-6JGAzCt1Ncx6fkvRnuhCqBeqCvIikZr6v5oJ7uwp2Hy-ItuH0G2ho7VmoWh2ycZKLEBpO8-ZJfJ9KAdTN9yiOz46H44KIzqj7Yeq81wotfuIGvTw/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PJGci6L5IVlY6JwxxMsZs3GH1x-6JGAzCt1Ncx6fkvRnuhCqBeqCvIikZr6v5oJ7uwp2Hy-ItuH0G2ho7VmoWh2ycZKLEBpO8-ZJfJ9KAdTN9yiOz46H44KIzqj7Yeq81wotfuIGvTw/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>In case you cannot tell, this is a naked barbie riding a bulldog hood ornament. What can I say? Some rednecks are freakin' geniuses.Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-61694420679563135842010-10-20T19:34:00.001-04:002010-10-20T19:37:21.457-04:00Looks like Nietzsche was right...God must be dead.<br />
<span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"><span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iN_Ml4PKdVU?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iN_Ml4PKdVU?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span>Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-51110086423538489032010-10-09T22:18:00.000-04:002010-10-08T22:28:56.977-04:00DaNaNaNa...They say its your birthday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNj40fC-YzAcvbmaGNyR_ckcBYfTmiLnXdK7V_3FKeUJtosQnpeJoL5c0RyiVAJIJOZnP5NG1nUk8WWYcd0UsdpXVoM6BIUUO7X5eVKiOyRTv8zHeWFZFFQWKTdlJ6tQwLAEAinEBCl7Y/s1600/Mark_David_Chapman_11_370x278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNj40fC-YzAcvbmaGNyR_ckcBYfTmiLnXdK7V_3FKeUJtosQnpeJoL5c0RyiVAJIJOZnP5NG1nUk8WWYcd0UsdpXVoM6BIUUO7X5eVKiOyRTv8zHeWFZFFQWKTdlJ6tQwLAEAinEBCl7Y/s320/Mark_David_Chapman_11_370x278.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Happy 70th to the late John Lennon. Which begs the question; how can one have a birthday if one is dead? I don't really know, I just really love the Beatles. John is not my fav, but god I love "Happiness is a Warm Gun". Anywho, celebrate the music today.Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-21183046205100389122010-10-07T22:37:00.000-04:002010-10-07T22:37:42.021-04:00Chicago Impressions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3_Qz8rBcYyAu9ko8tJ2aUubBr9bi1nMEPXQy6pZuCjU6GvINad0eU4XSMYRwTirsp4abo63orFBAPQW45QD4wBi3IpI4rHwleC-OIo6xvIfb8vxlMIs7pSwYnpE0q-ASpkWX0LiW1wY/s1600/IMG_0333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3_Qz8rBcYyAu9ko8tJ2aUubBr9bi1nMEPXQy6pZuCjU6GvINad0eU4XSMYRwTirsp4abo63orFBAPQW45QD4wBi3IpI4rHwleC-OIo6xvIfb8vxlMIs7pSwYnpE0q-ASpkWX0LiW1wY/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIT3kKR4fNYPC6Ddn2KfS3aNdAENz0cqg8di2cj4EtWuwYA-C5UYGgNX0pNoNG0yMb79xIZaejMtnLT1bKkmsJCt4OZEtmZB3mNNyV1zD8Eb8GiEXt-Q_hJeI3JUIaL62ZcNiSAq3VuGs/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIT3kKR4fNYPC6Ddn2KfS3aNdAENz0cqg8di2cj4EtWuwYA-C5UYGgNX0pNoNG0yMb79xIZaejMtnLT1bKkmsJCt4OZEtmZB3mNNyV1zD8Eb8GiEXt-Q_hJeI3JUIaL62ZcNiSAq3VuGs/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1QYa5XERP8Q09eNgyfMVauSF-7ppHKQ8COaSsONhyphenhyphenU0EBaW9KtEaEyMl_YnxWDxtemQOSAxQXJ7jvvWutYbOZejfjaZBvahdBaA2lX5toXtIkgG6nmm495uq11Q7WRH70IQww2cAqeI/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1QYa5XERP8Q09eNgyfMVauSF-7ppHKQ8COaSsONhyphenhyphenU0EBaW9KtEaEyMl_YnxWDxtemQOSAxQXJ7jvvWutYbOZejfjaZBvahdBaA2lX5toXtIkgG6nmm495uq11Q7WRH70IQww2cAqeI/s200/IMG_0425.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVrBl6ArwRGfqbHWvkquZmcqvNtYQ2JC2164UTHoPCaXZuNScjoiWXgwsKu_KdNrqrq_VOTTwFp71IyQSGsQGejiCsM0uXLctVNk2StHhd6wXfnXhrPMu4ikk8RqTjVpZcjsoOmUvXuY/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVrBl6ArwRGfqbHWvkquZmcqvNtYQ2JC2164UTHoPCaXZuNScjoiWXgwsKu_KdNrqrq_VOTTwFp71IyQSGsQGejiCsM0uXLctVNk2StHhd6wXfnXhrPMu4ikk8RqTjVpZcjsoOmUvXuY/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" width="238" /></a></div>Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-34182139556750217782010-10-07T20:38:00.000-04:002010-10-07T20:38:58.990-04:00Can squids use spoons?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjpcZKIwyJNR_aINmSlmKzgxAA8dQHuSK2zAuHhhTXIOQ13MBJSDq2LcmAmtsy3IFZ2Vv_r0SYlisl0IqgGXf_mZdFr4DPKxOr0n8rSd90wfN1htdGiQo7OFwoF6i4tcxcY00EA8KK30/s1600/Squidward.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjpcZKIwyJNR_aINmSlmKzgxAA8dQHuSK2zAuHhhTXIOQ13MBJSDq2LcmAmtsy3IFZ2Vv_r0SYlisl0IqgGXf_mZdFr4DPKxOr0n8rSd90wfN1htdGiQo7OFwoF6i4tcxcY00EA8KK30/s320/Squidward.gif" width="320" /></a></div>I dreamt last night that I was a giant squid with tentacles that held jars of nutella. Also, I sang that song "Angie" by the Stones really loudly while I waved my delicious jars of hazelnut goodness. I was one happy squid. I think Freud would have a ball with that one.Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-85099422433942307842010-10-06T21:54:00.000-04:002010-10-06T21:54:36.204-04:00Things I learned today:1. I really hate getting junk mail. I always suspected that it sucked, but I really do hate it.<br />
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2. Cheese grits with turkey sausage and garlic are amazing.<br />
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3. Queen Latifah sounds like a man when she speaks on the radio. Seriously, I thought I was listening to an interview with Shaquille O'Neal for about five minutes. <br />
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Some people are trend setters, and some are not. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/30/2558.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/30/s_2558.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-73182270671123145252010-09-19T22:59:00.000-04:002010-09-19T23:00:16.390-04:00New York ImpressionsMy five favorite pics from today. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/3367.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_3367.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/3368.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_3368.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/3369.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_3369.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/3370.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_3370.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/3371.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_3371.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-8257177155683680032010-09-18T13:05:00.000-04:002010-09-18T13:06:04.656-04:00I do too!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/18/1298.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/18/s_1298.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-91781240449384717872010-09-18T12:37:00.000-04:002010-09-18T13:04:59.730-04:00Wow!Blogging from the top of the Rock!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/18/1293.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/18/s_1293.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-30470733292564706822010-09-17T16:21:00.001-04:002010-09-17T16:21:47.273-04:00Surreal.It is very strange to listen to a song about counting cars on the New Jersey Turnpike while riding along in a bus on the same road. I don't think Paul and Art were on an old folks tour bus though. Still it is weird. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/1740.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/s_1740.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-83828287872361780452010-09-01T22:48:00.005-04:002010-09-01T22:48:00.242-04:00Mattress is a funny word.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8xSKBuWyp7OU8qLONkntCzEr7yAglrfbKisFWam1sObIt5EpREPjgILyHH-RA_l8ftvx2piilwqAztBrzSwnqOIMUmMOvlpZvNrQoqBjJ4zX2L8o18QZ60Cf6upJtdPZaERxddeZOaU/s1600/nothing_really_mattress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8xSKBuWyp7OU8qLONkntCzEr7yAglrfbKisFWam1sObIt5EpREPjgILyHH-RA_l8ftvx2piilwqAztBrzSwnqOIMUmMOvlpZvNrQoqBjJ4zX2L8o18QZ60Cf6upJtdPZaERxddeZOaU/s320/nothing_really_mattress.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Okay, before you read any of this post and think, "that chick is off her rocker", just know that I realize this is weird.<br />
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This past saturday evening marked the end of an era in my household. I am sentimental about the strangest things...<br />
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My parents bought a king size bed when they got married in 1967. Up until last weekend it was still being used by my parents (mostly my dad because my mom decided she wanted her own room, "for the first time in her life", after I moved out) Anyway, this monstrosity of a bed, complete with yellow, pink and orange roses dotting it's surface, still sat in the same place as it did 43 years ago. I remember thinking when I was a kid that it was the biggest and best bed ever. I loved to jump up and down on the bed when my parents weren't watching me closely. I would roll all over the bed while my mom would sew wedding dresses. I always felt really safe when I was in that bed. (Incidentally, I also have a sneaky suspicion that I was conceived on that bed. My mother insists that it could have been anywhere, but I sort of like thinking that this bed was where I became the multicellular organism you all know and love today.) <br />
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That is why, when my dad and I took the 3 ton mattress to the county dump and threw it into the dumpster, I was a little sad. My dad was not sad. He could not wait to sleep on his new queen size mattress. Go figure.<br />
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So long, to the place where I was made. So long to my happy bouncy spot, so long to my big soft squishy friend, bon chance box springs! I hope some homeless people got you out of that dumpster.Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-37071861038754871892010-08-31T18:13:00.009-04:002010-08-31T18:13:00.245-04:00I actually know some really cool people...I have been meaning to post this for a while. My friend is an amazingly talented man. Check out this video of him drawing on ceramic. And yes, he really moves that fast. it only takes him like a second to brush his teeth. :)<br />
<object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OU1QTZSjplM?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OU1QTZSjplM?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-54442731828883206312010-08-30T22:07:00.000-04:002010-08-30T22:07:00.401-04:00*Smile*Sorry I've been MIA for a while. I bought a house, and I actually have something to do other than work, so my blog suffered. Meh, maybe I'm not that sorry. Having a life is fun.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxJypERKxxEXjlPP0YNSGWHeNFUHCVeKakNruwX7REwHy-avPvJNN13gKvwRo1zlNyUNIEJvFkckRchfNv0uWy30Db1zZR5VaOu6nEtZGa08TG2Leg-xU7afPeaIIBvX8X-st9-Edz44/s1600/IMG_2072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxJypERKxxEXjlPP0YNSGWHeNFUHCVeKakNruwX7REwHy-avPvJNN13gKvwRo1zlNyUNIEJvFkckRchfNv0uWy30Db1zZR5VaOu6nEtZGa08TG2Leg-xU7afPeaIIBvX8X-st9-Edz44/s200/IMG_2072.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>On a completely different note, look at this piece of ginger. It looks like a horsey. I so love it when food looks like animals. I think I have an animal cracker fetish.<br />
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Again, subject change: I was sitting is traffic today waiting for a red light to change when two of the prettiest yellow butterflies flew right in front of my car. They "danced" with each other for a while before flying off together. It was an amazing moment. Layin' it down for all to see...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05307412488751389737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155438053975852035.post-27265955066632489902010-06-28T19:05:00.001-04:002010-06-28T19:05:54.162-04:00Is that how you spell Shrubbery???This was posted at a local gas station. I hate people and there poor grammar to.<br />
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