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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **  Winner of "Best Blog of 2011" for "The Quills"  . Previous winner of "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" Round 1. A big, heartfelt thank-you to all of my fans and supporters!  Welcome to the randomness, silliness, craziness, and all-around tomfoolery – what a great word that isn't used nearly enough – that is my blog. Don't get me wrong, it isn't always silly and crazy. Sometimes it's serious or sad but, more often than not, it's comical. Nonetheless, it is always entertaining. I try to see the fun in life. I'll add to it as much as I can so make sure you check back often.  Feel free to leave a comment or review to let me know you stopped by.  DISCLAIMER: If you are someone who gets offended easily, then you shouldn't go any further. I'm up-front, to-the-point, sarcastic and honest (sometimes brutally so). I tell it like it is, or the way I think it is. If you don't get offended very easily, then you've come to the right blog. All are welcome. The fun is free! My life is an open book blog. Hilarity and chaos ensue... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
Day 2 Prompt for the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" : WILDCARD MONDAY!! March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb (or vice/versa). What are you most looking forward to this spring?Have you ever wondered where idioms like this come from? Maybe I’m the only nerd that does.  Some believe that it is due to the positions of the constellations at the beginning and the end of March. Leo, the Lion, and Aries, The Ram (or Lamb) and their prominence in the night sky during the month of March.I honestly couldn’t care where the expression came from. What I am looking forward to the most is the lamb kicking the lion’s ass right on out of here. Figuratively speaking, of course. I’m pretty sure the lion snacks on lambs in the real world. I hate Winter and everything about it. I don’t like cold temperatures. I hate SNOW, wind, ice, sleet, freezing rain, shorter days, and anything else that I deem to be unpleasant about the most dreadful season of the year. I am a Summer baby at heart. Always have been, always will be. I do enjoy Spring, but my allergies don’t. With everything in bloom, I typically end up being a sneezing, sniffling, puffy-eyed, itchy mess. Sounds attractive, doesn’t it?  Allergy medication, eye drops, tissues, and nose spray are my springtime staples.  I know you guys are jealous.Basically, anything we can do to fast forward through Winter and get to temperatures well above 75 degrees Fahrenheit (I felt the need to clarify for my non-U.S. readers like brothernature), I’m all for it. Bring on longer days, sunny skies, green grass, suntan lotion, BBQs, swimming, going to the beach, walking the boardwalk, and driving with the windows down, sunroof open, & music blasting.  Those are just a few of my favorite things about Spring and Summer. Dateline  My good friend, Andy (aka Jakrebs  ), called me out for failing to provide a Dateline update lately. Sorry guys! Things have just been crazy, so here’s an update for you.Not this past Saturday, but the Saturday before (February 21st), he got snowed in here. He had his kids for the entire week before so we hadn’t seen each other at all that week & we missed each other.  I had plans that Saturday night. My roommate and I were having our friends, Misty and Angie, over for a Girl’s Night In. Chris came here since I had stuff to do to get ready for my Girl’s night.The plan was that we were going to hang out, grab lunch, and maybe catch a movie or something. We knew that there were snow showers coming, but the news said it would only be a dusting and nothing more. Like I said, I was supposed to have a Girl’s Night In at my place that night. Chris also had plans with his buddies that night. The girls were supposed to be here at 6:30. Chris was going to leave here at 4:00. I’m sure you guys see where this is going. Around 4:00, I took Bailey for a walk. It was like a blizzard outside. We had already far exceeded the "dusting" that the local meteorologists were calling for. (Note to self: In my next life, I want to be a meteorologist. It's the only occupation I know of where you can be wrong 90% of the time and still get paid a crapload of money.) I told Chris and he went out on my balcony to see how bad it was. We turned on the news to see what they were saying. Of course, they were saying it was going to be stopping within the hour. He said he was going to wait another half hour and then leave. A half hour later, it’s still like a blizzard out there. So he was going to give it another half hour. During that time, Jen sends a text saying she’s being sent home from work because they’re closing due to weather. At the same time, Misty and Angie are texting to say how bad the roads are. I’m relaying all of this to Chris. I told him that he could stay if he wanted, but if he was going to leave, he should probably do so sooner rather than later. We went through several more iterations of Chris saying he was going to give it another half hour. Jen (my roommate) literally works around the corner and it took her almost an hour to get home. She was telling us how bad it was out there. Chris said he was going to try to leave, despite both Jen and I telling him that he should just stay. He said he didn’t want to interfere with our Girl’s Night. We BOTH told him he was being ridiculous. But, he’s a man, so he’s stubborn. I’m a worrier, so I was ridiculously worried about him driving home. He lives about 30 minutes from here and that’s with no traffic and no weather-related issues. He kissed me goodbye, promised he’d be careful, and told me he’d let me know when he got home.About 20 minutes after he left, Misty, Angie, Jen, and I all decided that it was too risky to have the girls come here. We rescheduled for the next day. So, our Girl’s Night In became Sunday Funday Girl’s Day In. About 45 minutes after Chris left, he texted me saying that he was going to be knocking on my door momentarily. I thought he was busting my balls and that he was actually home. Lo and behold, as I was replying to his text, there was a knock at my door. He said it took him about 15 minutes just to clean off his truck. When he got on the road, traffic was bumper-to-bumper. I am right near the highway. Seriously, it’s about 3 minutes from my house. He couldn’t even GET to the highway. Between the icy roads and traffic in general, he couldn’t even get there. It took him more than a half hour to try to get to the highway entrance, turn around, and come back to my place. I was SOOOO glad he didn’t get on the highway. There were so many accidents. Chris, Jen, and I (and Bailey, too, of course) just hung out here. We had dinner, and we drank…and drank…and then we drank some more. Beer, wine, moonshine, and even some shots. We got HAMMERED. Jen, in an effort to embarrass me in front of Chris, decided to pull out our old yearbooks and some old photo albums. For being my best friend for over 24 years, she doesn’t know me very well. I don’t embarrass easily. We went through the yearbooks and photo albums, told stories from our childhoods, and laughed for HOURS. Seriously, I don’t think I have ever laughed that hard in my entire life. Chris and Jen both said the same thing.The next morning, I made breakfast for the 3 of us and Chris went home after that. Bailey has become very attached to Chris already. When he left, she watched from my front window. She usually only does that when I leave. Last week was kind of a blur with my aunt’s passing and everything I found out about my brother. My aunt’s funeral was on Thursday. When that was done, I went to Chris’s. We went out for a nice, quiet, relaxing, candlelight dinner. Then we went back to his place and watched the Flyers lose.  Aside from the fact that the Flyers suck, it was the perfect ending to an absolutely terrible day. It was just what the doctor ordered.Chris and I did not see each other this weekend. I had plans on Friday night and he had plans on Saturday night. That’s one of the reasons we decided to do something on Thursday night. I’m not sure when I’ll get to see him again. This week is pretty busy for both of us. I’m guessing that we won’t see each other until the weekend.   Music, Music, Music  I’m going to leave you with a little Spring Love Stevie B. style. Enjoy and think warm thoughts!! This Winter has been too long and far too cold! [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] And here’s an additional song, just because it’s a good song and it has Monday in the title.  That thumbs up is for the song, not the fact that it's Monday. I hate Mondays about as much as I hate Winter. [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] |
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