FOR ALL OF YOU CONFUSED OUT THERE...WELCOME TO MY WORLD. I OFTEN HAVE DAYS WHEN SOMETHING WIERD HAPPENS. (And it gets worse if I happen to be working on a project). But this one takes the cake!
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The entry below showed up on my post Tuesday, January 11th in error. I was working on it ( for February 10th and apparently C.R.A.P. (Computer Related Attack by Polterguists) struck again and posted it in error. (See blogs #48 and# 58 for C.R.A.P.)
[By the way. Thanks, jhitomi, for alerting me to the mix up] .
So, I removed it because it was put in the wrong place. Now, I have a delima and I am confusing myself. (and you thought to yourself, not hard for HER to do) because did everyone get to read the one that was pushed down a spot (#96 A Short(s) Story)? Should I re-post it?
Did everyone get to read this one? Should I re-post this it also??? Should I go to bed and forget it? Awhhh, heck! I think the dog is cute so I am re-posting, but following up with more of Clenna's that I have on deck (particularly since I am getting so far behind).
(1/16/11) OK...SO, YOU DON'T BELIEVE THAT I HAVE C.R.A.P. IN MY COMPUTER. WELL THEY STRUCK AGAIN! NO SHIT! SORRY, MEANT TO SAY "YES, THEY DID!" AS USUAL I GOT UP, HAD BREAKFAST, DRESSED, AND THEN CHECKED MY BLOG. AND HERE WAS THIS POST AGAIN. THE POSTING DATE EVEN READ 2/10/11 WHAT THE #%!! (h e doubletouthpicks). AT LEAST I CAUGHT IT BEFORE IT WAS ON TOO LONG. CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW MANY TIMES IT POSTS BEFORE THE SCHEDULED POST DATE OF 2/10/11!
And for those of you just joining this program already in progress stay tuned and it will soon become appearant (if it hasn't already) that I live up to the name of my blog!
TODAY'S PICK: To #65 Clenna said...Wow - no wonder she was called Crazy Daisy. We have a Golden called Mazie but we often call her Crazy Mazie. She's a funny dog but nothing like yours. I will ask her what's 1 + 2 (of course I have a treat) and she'll bark 3 times, then I tell her if she makes a mistake I'll have to get rid of her. (The grandkids and some of their friends are watching this play out) I then ask her 2 + 2, she might or might not bark the correct number of times. If she's wrong, I point my finger at her and say BANG! She promptly falls over onto her side. I then say BANG a second time and she rolls onto her back with paws in the air.
I'll bet the grandkids get a real kick out of the show. The dog probably has fun too; most dogs enjoy showing off for their owners. You need to take a picture of her in both poses.
Ok, so it isn't a Golden Retriever! At least it's a female!
HERE ARE SOME OF CLENN'S OTHER COMMENTS: Read them all and then respond to the request at the bottom!
Or ...... you are really in the land of Lilliput. And those little people don't like change!! Smarten up girl!
Awh, mannnnn, TMI...I walk on that carpet every day and the thought of all of those little crushed Lillipution bodies made me shutter. So, I ran the vaccum and shoved the darned rug under my bed.
Since I'm color blind I often mix up my colors, shoes, sox etc. Sometimes I forget to put on the second earring - oh my, I am a mess. (of course the earring part has nothing to do with colors but I thought I'd throw that in for ha has) But I'm happy and I laugh at myself. (imagine if I didn't - I'd be miserable!!) I just keep telling myself it's a sign of a creative mind.
Been there, done that! But not as bad. I only felt exhausted the next day. I also vowed not to have so much punch ever again. How can a mother actually take care of her kids when she feels so rotten? So I didn't. I switched to one or two (at most) then to either water or coke. Guilt can do wonders.
A little birdie told me this is Clenna on 2 rum and cokes!
Maybe they were as fascinated with you as you were with them! I always loved the lightning bugs when I lived in Indiana. Don't see too much around these parts, though.
Ok, Winkey! Is this what you had i mind when you told us to humor the nut with the light?
My mother was so proud when she bought a silver tree. We all thought she'd lost her mind. And those rotating color lights - ugh! My first year married we got a real tree - scrawny tree. (all that we could afford). The water stand broke the first day, so we just leaned it against the wall. Do you know that a year later we were still finding pine needles in the carpet (last year that I had a real one!)
Thanks, Clenna, for sharing a picture of your poor tree.
When I was about 7 or 8 I found out about the 'real' Santa. We lived in an old two story home. My brother (5 years older) and I had bedrooms on either side of the bathroom. The heater was in the middle of the house on the first floor directly under the upstairs bathroom. In the bathroom was a grate/vent in the floor to let the hot air in. Christmas Eve comes around, I'm in bed, asleep, when my brother wakes me up. He tells me to follow him so I can see Santa. Well, I wasn't going to miss that! So we go into the bathroom and watch through the grate. I waited and waited - all I could see were my parents going back and forth with packages. Then it dawned on me! My brother said I couldn't tell or my parents wouldn't bring me anymore gifts. So Mom and Dad never knew how I found out the real secret of Santa. I wasn't crushed, it was one of those ah-ha moments.
Let me guess, while you were peeking you also learned about the birds and the bees?
You're right about choosing who would do the pat downs but I think if I picked him (he wouldn't have picked me!) So it might be enjoyable for me but the poor guy - I'm sure he'd go home and say OMG I had to pat down this old broad and she certainly didn't look or feel like any 30 yr old chick!
jhitomi My mother always called it "sunning" - if you could see through a skirt - you were sunning. ( So Karen has the moon story and I have a sun story!!!) Remember the early pix of Princess Diana before she was married? She was standing so the sun could shine through her skirt. My Mother was shocked. I thought it was a riot.
It only took me a minute to find the picture on the web.
When I was young (in the 60's) my mother drilled into me to always wear a slip and it should never hang lower than my skirt. A lady never let her slip show. OMG did I worry about that. Now I don't ever wear slips (sorry, Mom!)
Ok, I don't want to take any unnecessary risks, so here are three medical professionals stnding by to help. Apparently the thought this post was funny, too!
And she looks so angelic! My daughter used to eat about a half pound of mud because she was making 'mud pies' I guess, no one ever told her that you don't 'really eat' them! Jeez.
I hear mud pies were a happening business. The problem is, now they are FROZEN assets!
AND THIS IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO ALL OF HER COMMENTS. SHE IS A REAL PROLIFIC COMMENTER. I THINK SHE SHOULD START HER OWN BLOG, DON'T YOU?
THEN, HELP ME CONVINENCE HER! DIRECT YOUR COMMENTS TO HER!
NO SHIT!SORRY, MEANT TO SAY "YES, THEY DID!" AS USUAL I GOT UP, HAD BREAKFAST, DRESSED, AND THEN CHECKED MY BLOG. AND HERE WAS THIS POST AGAIN. THE POSTING DATE EVEN READ 2/10/11 WHAT THE #%!! (h e doubletouthpicks). AT LEAST I CAUGHT IT BEFORE IT WAS ON TOO LONG. CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW MANY TIMES IT POSTS BEFORE THE SCHEDULED POST DATE OF 2/10/11!kt2011