'Cuz I Felt Like It!

I have a statcounter on my blog that shows me all kindsa awesomeness. I loved seein' where people are from that look at my blog....how they came to it......how long they spent readin' my nonsense......I used to look at it everyday, but I eventually got to where I just don't check it as often and now, I hardly ever check at all. Another thing that has fallen to the wayside, because I've got other shit to do..... I do LOVE the statcounter's "recent keyword activity". It can be pretty danged amusin'. It shows you what words were searched for that brought a person to your blog. I've been compiling a list of my favorites for a while.....it's pretty crazy the shit people search for. Even more crazy is the fact that some of the crazy shit people've searched for brings them to my harmless blog. I've google the words and linked to the posts the searches lead to... how to hit a retard - What? He grabbed my vagina! six blak gay weht aneml...

.....and they ain't mini sized anymore! I love 'em!!!

Having meaningless chit chat with strangers. Like when you're stuck on an elevator and someone says something about the weather.....c'mon....I'd rather not have to talk to you.....and your cologne smells like ass....but I'd really like to have meaningless chitchat and not even think of it as "meaningless"....just think of it as a part of life.....right now though, it just irritates me. Givin' a shit. When one of the kids or myself or Jeremy is sick or there's something crazy happenin' in our lives, co-workers and friends alike will ask how things are....I don't really ever ask. Is it because I don't wanna know? I don't care? I don't know. I can make myself ask the question, but I can't make myself even hear their answer. I'm not sayin' I'm like that with EVERYONE 100% of the time (I'm not totally cold, there are actually people I care about), but I'm like that with most everyone. I really hate that ...

Beans don't burn on the griiillll...... Yeah, that totally has nothin' to do with this post, but I woke up at like 6 o'clock Saturday mornin' (which is when I initially started writin' this, but my internet kept shittin' out on me!) and had that Sinead O'Connor song "Nothing Compares to You" stuck in my head. I laid in bed until just before 7 singin' the same shit over and over and over.... It's been seeevvven hours and fifteen days since you took your love away I go out ever-ry night and sleep all daaa-ay Since you took your love away Since you've been gone I can do whatever I waa-aaa-aaant I can see whomever I choose I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaaa-aaa-aaaaurant, but nothin'....I said nothin' can take away these bluuuuuuuuuues 'Cuz nothin' compares Nothin' compares to yeeeeewwwwww. That song was me and my first boyfriend's "song" and it's one of my all time favorite songs, but I did...

I made these Friday night..... and these..... ......Pancake and bacon cupcakes......with maple frosting. Oh. My. Gah . HEA - VEN . They were a pretty big hit for anybody that was brave enough to try 'em. Addictive actually. Lots and lots of people asked me for the recipe. I spent way to much time writin ' it all out to post here and my internet took a shit TWICE....and didn't save it......so I have to write it a third danged time. I'll get around to it this week....swear. So, in the meantime.....this is what's been happenin ' in our lives..... This little lady was one of two Italian Greyhounds that stayed at our house when me and a couple of my girlfriends had a slumber party. These dogs are the sweetest, preciousest dogs like ever. I never knew such sugary sweetness existed in dogs..... .....especially compared to this devil who is only sugary sweet when she's sacked the fuck out........ This..... ......is what Jeremy did to our one of our cats. ...

I don't even know where to begin here. Should I start with the part about the lump? Should I start with the word congratulations? Should I start with the part about gay sex? Sweet Jesus help me. Again......... I remember when I was in 4th grade I took a gymnastics class offered by my school. I loved the thought of all the twistin' and turnin' and flippin'.....and Mary Lou Retton made it all look so effortless. Turns out though, the closest to Mary Lou Retton I'd ever be was the black, purple, blue and white leotard I wore that had her name on the tag. I can see that leotard as clear as if I still had it today......and with my memory, that's a pretty big accomplishment. I remember it because I dreaded havin' to put that damn thing on. DREADED IT. All the color was on the upper half and the bottom half was white. I can remember thinkin'.....I hope nobody can see my hairs pokin' outta this thing. You know....those hairs that're....... down yon...

Moo Mini Cards are my favorite business cards ever! They're these little mini business cards that you can put your own photo or image on (up to 100 different images per order!).... and you can even put an image on the back with all your contact info too. They're not the best priced business cards out there ($19.99 for a box of 100), but they're ridiculously cute and people definitely take notice of them when you hand them one......and right now, you can get 50 free cards ! I've totally slacked on makin' things lately, but with all the time off I'm probably about to have, I figured it'd be a good time to start makin' my bears again. I may even do a show or two over the Summer....who knows what the future holds. Either way, I need new business cards and there's not a better time to get some then when I can get 50 free! Here's the set I had made a few years ago......people LOVED them.....(I even had a batch printed up that had a little bit...