I know! I’m terrible! I’ve neglected you once again.
You know, I used to look at dogs and think they had it made. Man, if I could be a dog, that would be the life. All they do is lay around the house and sleep until someone feeds them and then they get up, eat, go outside to do their business and come back inside to sleep some more. What could be better?
Well, it turns out a lot could be better. A whole lot. A dog’s life blows! I know cause I’ve been confined to bed rest and there is nothing worse. I mean NOTHING. You lay in bed. Someone brings you food. You hobble off to the bathroom occasionally. You get back in bed. You find there is nothing better to do than sleep. The internet gets boring after the first day. Your will to live begins to seep away after the second. How do dogs do it? I’ll never know!
PLUS! I slept right through Anji’s challenge! I’m TERRIBLE! I’ve never been tagged before. It’s dreadfully exciting!
So here you go, here’s six random things about me:
1) I was runner up in the Junior Miss South Carolina Pageant. (clearly I was robbed)
2) I was in a commercial while in college. For insurance. I think. I can’t remember now.
3) I am deathly afraid of clowns, like most people. But I am also afraid of monkeys. And dolls.
4) I once met Country music star, Kenny Rogers in a truck stop with my dad when I was six years old.
5) I was once arrested for domestic violence…but it was self defense! And he soooo had it coming.
6) I love cabbage so much that when I found a twenty dollar bill on my way home from school I gave it to my parents to buy me as much cabbage as they could with it. Being in the first grade I didn’t realize that you could buy way more than a mere three heads of cabbage with twenty dollars…especially way back then. To this day when I eat cabbage at my mom and dad’s house I make sure to remark, “This is good, but it’s still not $20 worth of cabbage good. Keep it comin.”
And now, the rules:
- Link to the person who tagged you.
- Post the rules on your blog.
- Write six random things about yourself.
- Tag six random people by linking to their blogs.
- Let each of the six know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment (on their blogs).
- Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
The victims …
and…uh…that’s it. Cause, I doubt Trouble would do it and I don’t know anyone else who blogs or hasn’t already been tagged. I know. It’s a crying shame. : \
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













Thanks for revealing all – well not quite…. No 5; Could have been me, but I didn’t dare.
Now how are we supposed to know you are ill if you don’t blog about it?
I really enjoyed the cartoons. How old did you say they were?
Do you mean Jacob’s cartoons? If so, he’s fourteen. Just turned fourteen in fact. He’s da bomb. If he knew I just said that he would shudder in horror, what with him being fourteen and all.