It's Official...no really

Stephen Book has gifted, awarded if you will, upon me this super & duper Cool E Oh award The Versatile Blogger. I am both honored and happy to get this. Thank you Stephen.

See isn’t it neat O looking? All vibrant and green with a yellow flower and secretly type journaling in the background. I love it! <3

Let’s explore this shall we…

The – used before a noun, with a specifying or particularizing effect, as opposed to the indefinite or generalizing force of the indefinite article a or an. (meaning use the word “the” IF you don’t use the words “a” or “an” If you already knew this just disregard “the” xplanation.

Versatile – capable of or adapted for turning easily from one to another of various tasks, fields of endeavor, etc.: a versatile writer. (adjective) Lalala yes that’s me and here I thunk I was an eclectic type of person. Haha I will change to versatile as it sounds sane as opposed to eclectic – insane. What say y’all my dear internets?

Blogger – owner of a blog; Blog a web site containing the writer’s (moi) own experiences, observations, opinions, etc., and often having images (photographs) and links (see side bar) to other web sites (blogs of my dear internets) this word is both a noun and a verb. Well how do y’all like that? I like it very well…

and I say Ta Da even the dictionary knows I’m a writer on my blog of various things.

I want to thank Stephen again for such Grand Award {ducks head / shuffles feet} shucks {big a$$ smile}. Because now it really, I mean REALLY is official I AM A WRITER, like it or not world! The dictionary says so.

Did I give y'all a link to Power Burns & Bullets and just so y'alls know he is a Super & Duper Versatile writer too...be sure to check out his multi-genre #FridayFlash stories.

BTW: happy birthday to my oldest Baby Girl!

Ta tada Ta Dah

I was bestowed with an award this past fall/winter from kind Deanna. I didn’t post it then on accounta it being a Summer Blogger Award and I wanted to wait for spring. And because I have now waited I forgot the rules (if there were any) and will make up my own…lalala cause I can and cause We are Queen of this Paradise Valley. Humph! So without any further todo…Thank you dear Deanna. Now I’m passing it off to 3 dear internets (cause 3 is Our favorite number) and they should pass it on to 3 dear internets and everyone has to link back to Us…lalala. Even if you choose NOT to claim your award you must LINK back to US (with the US being moi)


Dancing With Daisy

Dapoppins

Some Things I Think about-Annell

Here it is ladies

Okay & doughK moving along I find there is more…yes more for me and some more of y’all. My dear internet Jai bestowed upon me the Life is Good Award and boy howdy I agree with that. Thanks Jai, I’m glad that you recognize how much I really enjoy breathing. Now because this is a new Award-age I member the rules, but alas will do as I please…err We will do as We please And WE are pleased to pass this on to 3 more dear internets, who must also link back to US regardless of their willingness for acceptance. Oh I will tell you a few things about myself, but not like Jai did, she made a fancy V-log.

Shine the Devine

Down River Drivel

Way Station One

So here it is ladies and gentleman

Okay now more about Us… hum what is it that y’all don’t know, that We want to tell you…hum

We wear a size 8 ½ shoe (have lots of shoes wear 1 pair)
Our real name is Not Paige (that is a pen name)
We are thinking about coming out of the closet on that

Disapointed & Surprised!

I know, you can’t believe that I, me of all people is disappointed in anything. I have had that Poem tab, see it up at the top’ish…it says “Poems” Well anyways according to my blog stats it has only been viewed four, that would be 4, times my dear internets and I personally think those were by moi. Is there anything I can say that would induce y’all to read* ‘em? Never mind the fact that you read* them when I first posted ‘em.                .Joke, my dear internets it’s a joke.

But really go read ‘em!

Or at least click on the tab doohickie so I think you read ‘em.

Now on to the surprised part of the post…did y’all notice (I didn’t) that I have surpassed the 300 post mark? Wish I knew how many post I had on the original Paradise Valley err the old blogger. I bet it was a million (at least) Don’t you?

And another surprised moment when I ventured over to tweak my profile bio…haha I have almost reached the Five-Thousand view mark for my wondermous profile. Shucks who knew so many would be interested in this little ol’ queen of Paradise Valley 2…Hell’s Mountain? We are unanimous when we say, I love y’all, my dear internets!

Follow UP

This is a follow up post to High Jack. I felt it was needed. Okay so the book was fine, it didn’t have as many bubbles on it as y’all may have thought. It did not get soggy or anything like that. Jeezzzzzzzze, some of y’all really panic over stuff. Yes I photo shopped extra bubbles to cover some...err...umm personal bubbles. Now I can tell in my Freudian kind of way that some of y’all, sadly, have had bad bathtub photos taken by your mommies? And that may have lead to your lack of bathing. OH MY Goodnesssss, I can’t believe how many of my dear internets don’t bathe. No wonder the perfume industry is so big.

Okay so now to the real point of this follow up post; Do y’all have any idea how big my head got after reading the super special comments? No? Well let me put it like this, {cue your favorite happy song. I’ll tell you mine later}…

It's about ME

I was floating like a bubble
Glossy, light and free
Carried higher than the average me
Above the clouds, even
Looking down upon my domain
My people, gazing up to me
Uttering sweetness all about me
Laughing at my silly bravery
Wishing to be me?
I blush, with vanity – seldom
Showing photos without makeup
No hair doo, just hair don’ts
It’s not confidence as one
Would think, it’s laziness
Or craziness, when it comes to me
I do recommend this type of attitude
It’s not as if I’m on stage
There is no live audience
It’s all virtual, don’t you see
Truly only a virtual me


So there I was displayed in subdued glory {wink} when the loverly Candy Lady, Jannie, said, “You are crazier than I am!!!” Impossible as I no longer climb trees. And my dear ElizabethR said this “you are by far the zaniest woman on this earth. You are what Cool wants to be.” Did y’all read that! She said Earth, not just Texas or the U.S.A. but the Earth! And hows about that next line…Cool wants to be ME! Lalala faladidah or as the Fifth Dimension sang…

Yummy Ice

Cream that is my dear internets. Yes indeed yummy ice-cream. To be more specific Klondike Choco Taco. Oh my goodness and then some.

Here for your salivating pleasure is my story of discovery of this wonderful treat…

Once upon a time when we went to Big Bend, that’s in Texas, we meandered about the State Park and gazed down upon the Rio Grande. It wasn’t summer, but it was warm and when visiting the lodge store I spied an interesting sounding ice-cream in the freezer. “Humm” says I and then I promptly had my Beloved buy it for moi. Then we drove off as I ate the loverly bit of goodness. The store was closed when we left the next morning so I could not get another one. Drat! And Double DRAT!

I looked and looked and could find no Choco Tacos for my belly pleasure at any of the stores I happened to be in when I thought of those scrumptious tacos…poor ol’ me

Then on our last night in Savannah we (Beloved) was buying some lottery tickets at the little store by the hotel and I went in with him. As usual I ran to the ice-cream chest and I hoped I’d find my Choco Taco and TADAH they had one (yes only 1) Yea! It was as good as I had remembered.

I heard that Wals Marts carried them and so I wrote it on my list and guess what…you are never gonna believe this…but I found them, those wonderful cold tacos at the Wals Marts.

Have y’all had these? If not DON’T cause they are somewhat addicting. See there is the fabulous taco shell (waffle cone shaped like a taco shell) filled with creamy Klondike ice-cream that has chocolate syrup drizzled in it, then the whole thing is dipped in chocolate, nuts sprinkled on top and the top double dipped in chocolate. Oh MY GoodNESS!

So here’s what I need from y’all, my dear most dearest internets…I need your Klondike Choco Taco coupons. e-mail me for my address and they so better not be expired.

That is all and thank you for tuning in, have a nice day.

Send Cupons!

Huh! Whatdaya...OH-No

Can you believe it? I know I can't. I mean it just seems like yesterday, well almost yesterday anyway.

Here's the low down for those that want to know the OH No of it:

Decade One and you're a little kid tumbling around playing with Barbies and baking in an Easy Bake Oven some yummy cake.

Decade Two and you're all gawky then get out of it so you get married and next thing ya know you have a baby or two, and making them cake.

Decade Three and you're a home owner and have pets and kids and grandkids and your hair is starting to get scared, so you paint it till it feels safe, so you have a piece of cake.

Decade Four and you're starting to gain some weigh and the hair is really silver, but you don't care and stop painting it - hum, not so bad... please pass the cake.

Decade Five and you're still loving it all, you've hardly fell apart, well it must be the weight that's keeping it all together, hey where's the cake.

Decade Six and I'll have to let you know how that goes in another decade, but you can bet there will be cake.

*****

Did I tell y'all that I when I was born I was the first baby in my little home town? Well it's true I was. I know it was a really small town to take all them thar days to have the New Year's baby.

So did I tell y'all that I was breach born? Well it's true, from the get go I was always a little backA$$wards.

And did I tell y'all that I played with my Barbies till I was sixteen? Well that too is true and I still have 'em only now I can play with them and pretend it's because my granddaughters insist that I must.

Finally did I tell y'all that today (January 10th) is my fiftieth birthday? I mean Hole-E -- Mole-E can you believe it? 50! I know it's impossible. Totally Impossible I tell you.

And now you know my dirty little secret of the OH No of it.

Look…LOOK at ME…I’m finally learning how to raise just 1 eyebrow.

Can you see it?

ps a decade = 10 years and 5 decades = half a century...OMG don't say it like that! Between me and you my dear internets Let's just keep it to ourselves that I'm closer to 100 than 1...OHHHHHH NOOOOOOs

Sill Fun

Because I need it after that last one. Don’t you?


Thanks to the Musings of a writer Chick, Erin, who has shown me the way of Easy Blog Post Writing

For instance a little something like this…

Oh for crying out loud! I just returned from my daily swim on the beautiful Fijian beach and realized I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died... You would not believe that I'd been abducted by aliens. But I'm sorry you'll just have to take my word for it.

I am flat out like a lizard drinking with discovering time doesn't stand still, being distracted by the shiny, just generally being of great concern to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day is filled with fluorescent light from the first cock-a-doodle-doo of the rooster till I run out of alcohol. I am so totally loving it, dudes; that and I can take that big badge off my head that says bad mother.

I won't promise anything to you but I will write something that makes sense soon. Seriously! Assuming I don't get distracted by counting my chest hairs.

This fine post brought to you, my dear internets by The Lazy Bloggers Post Generator. Thank you and as Tony the Tiger so bravely said, “It’s GRRReat!”

BTW did you know that laying flat on the floor and taking your own photo upside down makes you look younger? Okay so getting up wasn’t easy, but aren’t I beautiful…never mind don’t answer that, the only thing that matters is that I feel not ugly.

About some Builders

Well bless my heart and shake out the wrinkles, Deanna says I’m a Literacy Builder, and to prove it she has gifted moi with this awesome beauty of an award. I am thrilled and honored to have it. Thank you.

Rules, yes there are a few

1. Give a thank you and link back to the person who gave you this award. *See above

2. Display the award logo on your blog site. *See above

3. Tell us five of your favorite words and why you like them, (add as many as you like). **See below

4. Pass the award on to three bloggers you feel are excellent literacy builders, and link to their sites . **See below

5. Contact the bloggers you’ve chosen and let them know about the award ***Maybe they should read me more often, after all I AM a Literacy Builder!

So 5 of my favorite words these days are

Peace

Love

Harmony

Joy

Faith

Because they are so good to have, experience and share with everyone!

Brain Droppings

Windspirit

Susan Cross Writes

Labor Day

Gosh I been working so hard I almost missed it. The day not the labor. Dooh! So what have I been doing you may ask? Or not ask, matters not so much as I’m gonna tell ya right cheer and now:


Mopping, well steam mopping and before that I

Swept, well the broom did I just pushed it and before that

Dusted, well my nose didn’t like that so before it started to run I

Brushed my hair, well ran my fingers through it and before that

Got a cup of coffee, well Beloved got my coffee but before that I

Did a little paper work, well someone had to do it and before that

Peed, well doesn’t everybody and before that I

Rolled outta bed, well fell out, but so what because before that


Worked on the railroad, well that part was dreamed and before that I

Okay I’ll leave it at the railroad cause really I just took the day off.

So what kind of labor have y’all, my dear internets, been doing? Cooking hot dogs, pulling an all nighter, cleaning up after others... Just what have y’all been doing?

The Neighbor

Everyone has one unless you live out in the far away country in which case you may be lonely and should go have lunch with someone. I just wanted to take a few / couple minutes of your blogging time to share all too familiar complaining rant.


Okay so it’s a little hard to rant when Adele is playing on my Ipod, but none the less I don’t want to disappoint you so rant on shall I go…

We have this neighbor, as the title suggests. When they first moved in a few years ago the guy was a Houston cop and in the Army Reserves, for which we are grateful that he chose to serve not only the city (where we don’t live) and the country in which we do. So after living there for about a year he was called to duty overseas. That year we mowed his yard as his wife didn’t seem able. We don’t know why she wasn’t, as we never saw her, she worked at night. Then the following year (he was still over there) she pulled in the drive way just as my son finished mowing HER front yard…

Are you ready for this? She just walked in the house, didn’t smile, didn’t wave H E double hockey sticks she didn’t even look at us! Ya know that was back when gas had went up to like $3 a gallon. So I was pissed, wouldn’t you had been. Yes I think so. Just agree with me okay remember this is a complaint post.

I promptly announced to my family, that’s was IT NO more mowing of her yard! PERIOD! Hum, she didn’t seem to notice or care or whatever. After about a month she mowed it. And now about this time we were seeing her more often coming and going and such. Still not a smile or wave-nothing. Okay so she only seemed to be able to mow when the grass, now weeds got knee high. Beloved was all it looks bad and stuff like that. Nope if she can’t even manage a wave we will not manage to cut her yard. Picture if you dare me almost stomping my foot for emphasis.

PS: remember when we had to have our tree cutters trim her tree off our roof? Speaking of her back yard have you seen that?

No wonder we get snakes. And now four years latter it’s the same ol’ thing. She won’t cut her grass and neither will we! Humph! That my dear internets is the reason what you sometimes see yards like this.

So do you have good neighbors or what?

Popped in the Crown

No not really, just wanted to get your attention. Did it work?


You know you are the boss of you? Really you are. You have the choice every single day, every single moment, of what you are going to say and do. I know some of us say that our hands are tied and we just have to do {insert whatever} But the fact is we still do what we want.

We do our jobs and perform in them the way we should. We expect ourselves to do the right thing, okay some of us do and those are the only ones I’m addressing here. Now I’m guilty of wondering about those other kinds of people. Y’all know them, they never seem to take things seriously, they are always getting bailed out of some kind of self made jam. Seem to skate by trouble and even when they fall in a pile of poo they come out smelling like the cliché rose. Yeah I knew you knew at least one person like that.

Why do we let that under out skin? I know sometimes what they do does affect us personally and sometimes in a really bad way…

But is it their fault that THEY chose to be un-responsible, un-liable, un-kind even?

Do you think maybe it’s our fault that WE choose to be responsible, liable and kind? They don’t seem to hold it against us. Just saying.

Have you seen my new Crown? I got it on clearance at the exclusive Royal Store. It’s shown here, the one that shines so much yeah on the right, next to my older one, yes they are surrounded by blissful dark chocolates.

I know it’s so loverly with all the Gin-U-Whine Die-Mounds on it. I wear it from time to time, but all this power sometimes, well just sometimes it gives me a headache and I think of crap like the above.

What about you, have I left you speechless?

Here's the scoop...

So I started these classes, to improve my office skills and they are taking more time and brain cells then I would have thought. Ahh who am I kidding…I’m trying to learn accounting hooey. And let me say, no offense to any of my number inclined dear internets, it is very brain taxing. And full of reverse, backwards, opposite kinds of a system. Humph!


I’m also taking Excel 2007, next month will be quick books (?) and another round of accounting and Excel and I won’t even mention October and the rest of my life…Now that I have complained about a good thing I will trudge on.

I will still be posting (gotta have some funs), however my visiting of your places may be a little less than normal. I’ll try to come over when I can and if my brain allows I’ll leave love notes or kicks in the pants; whichever is necessary. Okay fine so maybe a hug.

Numbers and figuring is making me a little OCD. I drive the car and try and figure out how many miles to a gallon and was the money I gave to Jon (a lady friend-really) enough to cover it? Baby girl has started back to school and there went my schedule. Now I’m trying to figure out timing, take her there, what can I get done before I need to pick her up, what’s for supper, where’s my pencil, did I do that…

Okay, calm down, it will be alright. It will be whatever it will be and I’ll cope with it. Isn’t that what I always say, well maybe not quite like that, but sorta?

One step at a time, one hurdle, another step, another hurdle and still I weigh too much! Well after all weight, like sex, is involved with everything. Right? Crunch, crunch, crunch! Oh sorry that was the sound of-- no not exercise silly, but eating. Do I have y’all convinced at how busy I am? Well I am, so off I go, a lesson is waiting for me to learn it and so on and so forth.

And how are you doing? Yes, of course I still expect you to comment here---like duh!

Did I forget

Something? It was important…hum ah yes now I remember.

Do you member when I told y'all about the Six Sentences humor piece of mine? I’m sure you do. Well anyways low and behold it was somehow picked  chosen to be published in a book, Half a World Away, which you may get from here. I know how cool is that? So if you do purchase a copy and you would like it autographed by moi, let me know and I’ll see if my agent can arrange it. haha and hehe, nah I’d be glad to oblige. paigevonliber at gmail dot com with “autograph” in the subject line.

Oooo, how exciting, me in a real published “paper” book! Next thing ya know I'll be going to the grocery store...cause I think we are outta milk.

Hugs to all my dear internets & Rob over at Six Sentences

Stupid Boys

I know, I know it’s been too long since I regaled you with a story from my childhood. Okay so this one time at camp (no, not band camp-get a life people) I was younger, oh about 12, yeah 12…so there we were (family) setting up camp. Okay so my mom was setting it up and we kids were being kids. Running around and poking our noses into things we knew better not to do. No really I knew better but my little sister’s habit; AKA (also known as) the Susan Phenomenon, got a hold of me and I just couldn’t help myself.


I suppose I could blame it on boredom, but I won’t cause I liked camping, I was, well I was just being a normal kid.

Cue your favorite stupid kid music (think cartoon even)

I was delighted when I saw a board leaning up against a little tree, harmless enough. My thoughts, if I had any at all, surely. No surely I thought I can do something neat and fun with that board. Make a doll house, on accounta I loved my Barbie and she was probably in my hand, just saying. Or maybe I could use it for a makeshift stage, I did like singing and dancing, surely I did. La la laa, dum dee dum, tra la dee dum. Ew I could use for playing crazy eights on, yeah that’s it. I so needed that specific board to use as a table for us kids to play cards on. See I told you I needed that neat harmless board.

Recreation for your viewing pleasure

So anyways I reached down and tilted it towards me, maybe there was treasure behind it. Could have been, you know! Daddy did teach me to be a little careful and a good thing too on accounta there was a snake taking a nap behind the harmless board. Hum creepy. So I ever so slowly and quietly put it back and stepped away. ‘Barbie, what should we do?” Stuck up little thing didn’t say anything, so I just skipped away.

After a little time (only minutes really, no surely) some of the other campers nearby told my parents to be careful there had been some snakes spotted nearby. “Yeah”, said I, “and there is one right there behind that board.” Well you would have thought the sky had fallen or little mices were running all around the ground. It was freak out time! My brave daddy went over to the tree and moved the board-S-L-O-W-L-Y- and then,

AND THEN…

He proceeded to stomp on that ol’ snake. No $hit, my dear internets, my daddy stomped it dead. (See this is where I get my crazy a$$edness from) It was scary and funny all at the same time. Ya just gotta picture my daddy in the late, okay mid 70s, wearing a plain white pocket tee shirt,cigarette in one hand-beer in the other, plaid Bermuda shorts (of some crazy color scheme), white socks and black cowboy boots (Texas people). Women and childrens screaming and hollering and jumping up on car hoods and daddy dance stomping around and big snake scared shootless, trying so hard to get away and throwing his rattle around. As if that was gonna scare MY daddy away. Hump!

Needless to say my mother and aunt would not camp at that particular site, no way no how. So we packed up and moved a few sites away. Once camp was made and the folks simmered down, I was chastised for moving the board and for not telling what I had found; while my brother and cousin were toting around the dead 5 foot rattle snake draped over a stick. Stupid boys.

You can find other snakes and me kind of posts here, here, here and yes even here. Does this appear to be some kind of serial thang? Surely there are a few weird unusual things in your life that seem like a repeat of a twilight zone. Come on my dear internets, I can’t be the only one!

Don't forget the all new Flashlight Follower feature coming to my sidebar on August 1st. Are you following yet?

Copy Catter

Member when I asked y’all if ya like being in the spotlight or at least in the flashlight, here? I’ll let you in on a little secret....


This cool and new to me blogger Shakira spotlights one of her followers every week in her sidebar. Super neat-OH peat-OH idea. I love it! So totally love it, don’t you? Well if not maybe you will after you are the one under the bright light of my side bar. Okay so instead of drawing a follower from my hat I’ll use a bowl, a jewel encrusted one. All Fancy Smancy like. In case you were wondering…I found Shakira by way of a button link Jannie Funster had featured on her side bar. But I’m not gonna do that button thang, sorry but it looks too complicated and by that I mean time consuming, to me. I’ll stick to the old fashioned draw a Follower outta my hat easy way.

NO promises as to how long I’ll keep this up, y’all know how we Royalty are...But I can guarantee that you will never, no never be My Flashlight Follower of the week IF you aren’t a follower. Hum, is this some kind of scheme of mine to gain a wonderful awesome big a$$ following, you may ask. Well, did ya, ask? I know at least one of my dear internets did cause I heard you all the way through my screen. Yes, I guess maybe it is.  So what,  rhetorical question so it needs no answer. No don't answer.

And everyone says oooo, awww and oh my, when’s it gonna be my turn? The first lucky follower will be shown in my side bar Sunday August 1st. Of course new followers will be added to the bowl, as they begin to follow moi and those silly enough to “stop following” will be very promptly removed. Humph!

Are you following  Me? This blog that is? Perhaps it's time you did

What a boob

Okay so I decided to take my own advice and went down to get an overdue mammogram. Yeah, I hear ya my dear internets those of us that have had prior biopsies should not miss our annuals. I won’t bore you with my reasons, or excuses cause we all know I just didn’t want to do it and that’s that. But when lefty went to itching, almost constantly I goggled and found out that could be a symptom of you know. I promptly marched myself over to my Gyn and picked up my scanning orders.


Nope I was not surprised when they called and wanted additional views they always want them from me. It’s like they say, “Oh this one is so great let’s have her come back in so we can see more.” Now what did sorta surprise me was when they also scheduled a Boob Ultra Sound (I didn’t’ even know they had those), they said they wanted to like see the “density” of the mass. Hole E mole E they said MASS. That kinda scared me as it had only been 2 years since my last mamo, which had been the same as the one before it , so yeah nerves woke up and I kicked myself for a couple of days. Then got over it I mean that’s the way it goes we do or don’t do and postpone those things that we know we should do all the time. Yes sometimes we regret that and sometimes we learn a lesson, maybe even a hard lesson.

Y’all know me and my trusty side kick camera, what an opportunity to show y’all how my visit went. See how much I love y’all I think of you in everything I do.

 Here I am in the very pleasant waiting room. Waiting

Here is the atomic boob smasher. Please note how it is trying to intimidate me.

After the nipple dotting ceremony I was very adequately squished. I thought the tech was trying to see just how much pressure lefty could take before exploding into a bloody mess. And next is the lovely little examining room for the ultra sound. Um there was no sound other than my nervous rattling prattle.

And the tech lubed me up quite nicely. The K-jelly was warm and melted into this goopy mess that ran down every hill and valley it could. So she snapped several pictures and I could see the screen. I found the “mass” and in fact there was more than one and they looked like holes in the otherwise wavy water surface of my tissue. Then a doctor came in and “checked” the places the tech had found and snapped pictures of. I asked where the prior marker, titanium thread, was and dr. said that does not show up on the ultra sound just the mamo. And before I asked if they were going to schedule a biopsy the good Doctor informed me there was nothing to worry about, the spots (note now they are spots) were cist and no big deal. Without question she could tell this. See what looked like holes to me had round and smooth looking texture, where as the bad stuff has rough, torn, frayed like texture.

And the moral of this trip is DON’T PUT OFF WHAT CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE. Schedule your Boob Job today if it’s been a year or longer or never. And remember --- Advance warning is the best defense any boob can have even a boob like me OR you.

EDIT: and please remember that MEN can get this type of cancer too, as well as other breast issues, so fellas do those breast exams on yourself or better yet have your partner check it out for ah.

Just full of it

ya don't say. A Blog of Substance title has been bestowed upon moi by Sheila who is by the way just full of it too, speaking of her cool products which you can find here. Was too. Thanks so much, unless this means full of malarkey, even so thanks so much.

Receiving this award comes with some customary rules which I will list below, but one of the unique rules is to sum up my blogging philosophy, motivation, and experience in 5 words. So, my 5 words are

Crazy
Crazy a$$
Crazy a$$ed
Crazy a$$edness
Sincerity, no really that’s just a rumor

And yes all that is because of you my dear internets. Now I need to give it to ten people and they are supposed to state the rules and link back to the giver (that would be moi) and then pass it on to ten of their dear internets. I hate this part, no not passing it on of course, but the choosing part and the award goes to…. (but first this interuption don't just glance at the list and run, keep reading) pretty please and thank you

Left Brain Write
Exit Stage Right
DaPoppins
Shine the Devine
Deanna's Blog
Finding the Write Moment
Teahouse Blossom
Elizabeth's Ramblings
Jai Joshi's Tulsi Tree
A Writer's Point of View
Dorriane Darden
Powder Burns & Bullets
 
So what if I added one or two to grow on, since when have you known me to totally stick to rules and for that very reason if you think I have slighted you please feel free to grab this award and protest the slight on your blog. I double dog dare you.


Any Publicity as they as is good publicity. Do you agree or disagree? that is the question

NEWS

I just found out that a humor piece of mine has just been published over at Six Sentences. Please drop by there, have a read and do spread some comment love...

then rush right back to read my other post from today Sun Screen Bathing

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Drawing a beginning

As y’all know I'm taking a drawing class  so far there have been 3 and today is the last one. So as I said I have never really tried to seriously draw portraits other than the usual grade school drawings. When I first started thinking about taking a class, really to benefit my daughter who loves to draw…I thought what ta heck and drew a face in my poetry journal.

See not so good.

At our first class the instructor handed out papers that helped explain the typical shapes of the face and where abouts the different features are located within the facial structure. I used a magazine photo to start drawing from and was pleasantly surprised to find that it sorta turned out (I said sorta).

This really emboldened me and the next day I sat before a mirror and drew myself. This time using a bit of shading (which I don’t really know how to do either) and hey maybe I have uncovered a bit of a natural talent. Not that I’m a genius at it or nothing, but with practice surely I could only get better.

And do y'all think this looks like me, hey no snickering, I know it's hard to picture me without a hand over my face, but try anyways, okay.  Any ideas as to why this one really looks like me, well one side of me?

My current plan of action is to keep at it, so to try and make it a little easier on moi I have taken black & white photos of myself and my family to work from as models. This way the light won’t change and neither will the expressions or angle of the heads. As I think that may be some of my problem, y’all know look in mirror- look at paper – look at moving model, look at paper… you get the point.

And this is the model that a classmate brought last week, seems that it takes more than one drawing for me to get the hang of whichever face I’m doing. I took her photo as well and drew this.

I would like to encourage you all to try something new, ya never know what kind of hidden talent you may have lurking behind the fear.

Now tell me my dear internets have you found a hidden talent that you didn’t know you had…a superb pony tail maker? an awesome table setter? lovery sofa lounger? best sweeper ever? bestest ever friend? magical music maker? Come on do tell...

Broke Up

Does this boot make my foot look big?

I’m just all broken up about it. It’s true I was so excited about watching that HBO tv show coming on that I was rushing to get to the couch…and wham – O bam – O crunch – O when a toe bone – O broke – O and a little bone that connects said middle toe to the foot bone.

Have y’all ever broken a toe? This is my third. The first was a big toe that meet a wooden coffee table, back in the 80’s and then about a year latter a ham fell outta the freezer landing on the other big toe. Now don’t get me wrong those hurt, but not like this one. With the big toe you just sorta hobble on the outside of your foot, ya know. With the middle toe walking is next to impossible. No seriously, it is. You can’t balance on either the inside or outside part cause the pain happens when you use any part of your foot. Including when you pick it up, that dang ol’ thing has this sort of muscle, tendon WHATEVER that pulls right from the middle all the way up to my eyeballs. Yikes!

Argh! I had to sit with my foot propped up on the very item that hurt it, the ottoman, with its stupid big a$$ legs. Have you seen them? Here have a look for yourself.

See how big they are and how far they stick out, just trying to catch my toes. I have so many things I need, no more than need, I have to do. Just gotta do, but instead I’m sitting here typing this from the sofa while the tv blares, and bon bons melt from the heat of my lap top. Oh gotta go Martha Stewart is on and I can’t miss this episode.

Have y’all broken a toe or anything? (lil’ Kelly is disqualified from this question) I mean just anything like a heart, a dish, a tooth, a window or some one’s head?