Fun Monday -Hit me Baby One More Time

Robinella is hosting fun Monday for Dec 3rd, and she says: In honor of exhaustion, color and self-love, I present you with this week’s assignment. I want you to dig through your blog files and show us your best effort. Why you consider it your best is up to you. C’mon, you know you have a favorite – show it to me one more time.

I listed three. So I didn’t follow the rules! The first is my statement of acceptance of any blogger worldwide. The second is my own little take on a bit of comedy, and the third is all sweet and sappy over my hubby, who is so cute and cuddly, I just had to include it! Here goes….

Wednesday, March 7, 2007 Pea Green with Purple Polka Dots

Our right to be different is, in a deep sense, the most precious right we human beings have. Lillian Smith

I think that difference is a beautiful thing. Sometimes the people I get along the best with are ones that by the pure virtue of being around them makes me stretch my thinking and comfort zone.

So let it be known, i don’t care if you’re black, white, speak a different language, wear different clothes or just have really abnormal ideas, if you’re straight, gay, or can’t quite decide yet, or any thing else you can think to separate yourself from the world, I don’t care if you’re pea green with purple polka dots, you’re okay with me.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007It’s Time..the Open Letter to Britney

Dear Brit,

I can understand that you may be somewhat remiss in your fashion sense due to growing up with your barely covered ass promoted all over the place, but as a mommy and a grown woman, shocking but true, no one wants to see your ass anymore. Please cover it. And all other jigglies as such you possess. Here’s some simple steps to getting dressed as to no longer torture the rest of us with your cheeks.

Step 1: Put on the clothes you want to wear today.
Step 2: Look in mirror. Do you look cute? Fine.
Step 3: Bend over facing the mirror. Can we see your nipples or even most of your breasts? Please put on a camisole underneath what you’re wearing and try again. Great.
Step 4: Bend over perpendicular to the mirror. Can we see your ass? Put on underwear. Can we still see your ass? Put on leggings, tights, or pants underneath your too short dress.

Better? Good. Oh, yeah, don’t forget your wig and to pay your nannies. It’s time to parade your kids outside wearing a decent amount of clothing. Don’t be alarmed if people don’t look at you. Didnt you say you wanted some privacy? Okay, now you’re ready to be a real woman.

The one who’s tired of having to hear about or accidentally look at your ASSets on the internet, tv, and every other conceivable place.

Sunday, October 14, 2007Fun Monday–Team “S”

Janet from The Planet of Janet, wants to know…Describe your meeting with your spouse/significant other. I especially want to hear “meet cute” stories. And it doesn’t have to be your actual current sig/other. Perhaps the “meet cute” story is a former boy/girlfriend… or even a best friend. Illustrate with photos, of course. So go check out the other participants when you’re done being disgusted by my sickly sweet story.

My hubby and I met in high school. Well, I would say we officially met in high school, even though we went to the same grade school too. We had PE class together. We did the kind of but not really dating thing that 14 year olds do. Then he moved to another school. I graduated and went to college. He went into the military. When we were both older and wiser, we started chatting online. I started it. We still have the e-mail to prove it. So I got what I wanted, I guess. πŸ™‚ I e-mailed a mutual friend and asked if “MS” on his e-mail forwarding list was the same guy we went to school with, knowing full well that it had to be. Having thought he had a good sense of humor, and had an elfin cuteness, I started it! We emailed and chatted every once in a while after that. We met up once in Dec. of 98 when he was home on leave in between his schooling for the military. We had a mutual interest and hung out for a couple of minutes. More chatting and email ensued. It was all very half-flirty, half cool interest. What are you doing. How’s class, etc. At one point, he flat out said he wanted to see me in August when he was on leave again. I took it as a silly thing, just hang out. True to his word, HE CALLED ME! I couldn’t believe it. We went on our first date. To see “sixth sense”–I don’t like scary movies. I put my hand on his leg and squeezed when I was scared-which was a lot. To my surprise, we both enjoyed that. A couple of days later he called and we watched “inspector gadget 2”–if not for the one dad and kid in the theater, we probably would have made out in the movie theater. Instead, he took me out to the lake dock and we looked at the water, talked, etc. When we were walking back to the car, he stopped me and kissed me. I was kind of surprised. I was ready for the second. That was much nicer. We sat in his car and talked ravenously until 5 a.m. No kidding. Really talked. and a (very little) more. My parents said they’d wished I’d waited another hour to come home. The coffee would have woken them up instead of me. Later that week we went to a bigger town to try and find a part for his dad’s mower. Just an excuse to hang out, again. On the way back, we stopped at this stand of evergreen trees and just talked about the past, the future. He tearfully said he’d never wanted anyone else (oh he’s going to be so mad at me) –that was so special. I still smile inside when I see those trees. We have been heart-fully together ever since. Distance, oh yes, distance and work and school have separated us. But we have always come back together in the end. He’s my first and only lover. Times are crazy, they have been hard, they’ve also been good. We’re the kind that might be frustrated, but we sit and make a plan. “We get through it, we always do” is said very often around here-he says the first part–I say the second. We make a great team.


  1. I like these very much. Ironically, Brittany is in my retro-post today, too, but it’s not her clothing that I’m talking about…

  2. What a sweet story about you and your dh.

    And Britney is just one of the many, many reasons I don’t watch the news. I do listen to NPR while driving. Even on the odd chance they mention her, I can’t see anything hanging out.

  3. Who’s Britney Spears? :-))

    I love your open letter to others that they are OK with you no matter who they are.

    Quite the story about you and your hubby.

  4. Poor Britney. No parenting to speak of, mental illness all over the family and not only is her life a train wreck, we’re being forced to see it over and over and over. It’s too bad you can’t send her that post and have her actually take your advice!

    It sounds like you and your hub are a great team for sure. My hub and I are a country of two, so I totally ‘get’ it.

    Your first post about accepting everyone… what kind of a world would this be if everyone just accepted? Ahh. Bliss.

  5. These are all fab. The one to Britney is soooo true. I hope she sorts herself out. I’m so with you on the acceptance thing. It’s good to be different. And I love your little romance story. He sounds wonderful. πŸ˜€

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