tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49098737124672930292024-03-05T04:53:45.054-05:00Silly Me...Just a girl with a keyboard & some random thoughts!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-72723502820097890342010-01-10T17:52:00.000-05:002010-01-10T17:52:46.567-05:00No Bake Cookies Recipe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2pTFg0-YnE8mpBDChBAPkwpWfJBfYNpw900UPq9qraYiurT1I2EzEQuHVMSzniWDrlES2gCfGcOoPxg1gjVzN-yNZPNMrtK9ONFMC3zOu1hYOXYLQXOHOzZTbsMW30z0uKXDFdVvF2rA/s1600-h/chocolate-milk-no-bake-cookies-reci_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2pTFg0-YnE8mpBDChBAPkwpWfJBfYNpw900UPq9qraYiurT1I2EzEQuHVMSzniWDrlES2gCfGcOoPxg1gjVzN-yNZPNMrtK9ONFMC3zOu1hYOXYLQXOHOzZTbsMW30z0uKXDFdVvF2rA/s640/chocolate-milk-no-bake-cookies-reci_0.jpg" /></a><br />
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For a super quick and ridiculously yummy treat, try this recipe out!<br />
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Ingredients:<br />
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2 cups sugar<br />
2 cups oatmeal<br />
1/2 cup butter<br />
1/2 cup milk<br />
1/2 cup peanut butter<br />
4 teaspoons cocoa<br />
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Put sugar, butter, milk and cocoa into a saucepan and bring all ingredients to a boil for 2 1/2 minutes.<br />
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After removing saucepan from stove, add peanut butter and oats to the rest of the ingredients.<br />
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Mix by hand for about one minute.<br />
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Now have enough wax paper to place 18-24 cookies.<br />
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Spoon mixture onto wax paper.<br />
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Place cookies in refrigerator for about 1 hour before serving.<br />
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Keep chilled and enjoy - they are SO freaking good!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-40674368149021066202010-01-02T13:51:00.000-05:002010-01-02T13:51:41.853-05:00Your turn...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXvfVGHf4MWAKyP3BGrFhhwyT2Po8RkRwmjtCupXQ3ech8-5tuRBOeKSYgIw7AldCtvB7Vj2SIfQ0N3RgD1CD-OEZsGEcG84_MAlUuY2Vyy4280ijfhgPXtRMO787LQK2EnoRNswaPgo/s1600-h/yourturn_l.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXvfVGHf4MWAKyP3BGrFhhwyT2Po8RkRwmjtCupXQ3ech8-5tuRBOeKSYgIw7AldCtvB7Vj2SIfQ0N3RgD1CD-OEZsGEcG84_MAlUuY2Vyy4280ijfhgPXtRMO787LQK2EnoRNswaPgo/s320/yourturn_l.gif" /></a><br />
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So I am having this random thought right now... is there something you would like me to write about? Is there something you're curious about regarding my life, etc.? A topic you think would be interesting for me to babble about... If there is then send me an email and I will update to this post. I will keep you anonymous if you wish or post your name, completely up to you. Send any questions for this girl that you might have to my email at sueissilly@gmail.com<br />
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Much love<br />
Silly :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-80246344003320408392010-01-02T12:24:00.001-05:002010-01-02T12:26:05.108-05:00Back?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well... it has been quite some time since my last post. Here I am compelled to write something but I'm not sure what. 2009 was a year that I am sure to remember. This past year I have moved twice which sucks... I don't care who you are or how much stuff you have - moving is a pain. I fell hopelessly in 'lust' with a man I was ready to marry... yes, I said lust... not love... and for a woman that has always kept her distance from marriage I almost made one of the biggest/pain in the butt mistakes of my life, so thank you fate from making such a drastic mistake. I'll tell ya it's an odd feeling to have convinced yourself you're in love with someone and then realizing the truth - hard one to swallow actually. I was wrong, and I hate being wrong. Also this year I lost my job, laid off like so many others. I was laid off on my birthday - March 9th if you're sending presents lol. So this whole year I've been unemployed - a very unusual thing for me. I've learned a lot about myself this year... I've always been pretty secure in who I am, and always thought I knew what I wanted - come to find out I am better adept at knowing what others want, not myself. I am currently working on that - it's a nice feeling making yourself happy instead of everyone else. It's who I am, a people pleaser... I love that part of me, now just to extend it to myself. I believe this year will be one of self discovery and improving my life, all aspects of it.<br />
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Thank you to all those who support me, and who have kept reminding me that I need to get back to writing here... somehow people seem interested in me... I should start embracing that<br />
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Much love<br />
Silly :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-29107605570787651722009-06-10T17:49:00.003-04:002009-06-10T18:17:14.918-04:0045 Lessons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKuyibqrMTPGsa9XbyQ__zZTpbL6gduJX44CcLw2d7LxT7EKBrUzZXauV5Ptli_aVyOc7qK6O5hi583k-3YLrD67iTzqbTRJ07AiHnAZ3omcjtw_Y4IB_TD5jzD38cwGwOm8ANdrq5Ik/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKuyibqrMTPGsa9XbyQ__zZTpbL6gduJX44CcLw2d7LxT7EKBrUzZXauV5Ptli_aVyOc7qK6O5hi583k-3YLrD67iTzqbTRJ07AiHnAZ3omcjtw_Y4IB_TD5jzD38cwGwOm8ANdrq5Ik/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345826528691231586" /></a><br /><div>I just had to share the following... so many of the things shes says are true. We only get one shot, and we should make the best of that one go around!</div><div><br /></div>Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of Cleveland Ohio.<div><br /></div><div>"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written."</div><div><br /></div><div>My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:</div><div><br /></div><div><ol><li>Life isn't fair, but it's still good</li><li>When in doubt, just take the next small step.</li><li>Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.</li><li>Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.</li><li>Pay off your credit cards every month.</li><li>You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.</li><li>Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.</li><li>It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.</li><li>Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.</li><li>When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.</li><li>Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.</li><li>It's OK to let your children see you cry.</li><li>Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.</li><li>If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.</li><li>Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.</li><li>Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.</li><li>Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.</li><li>Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.</li><li>It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.</li><li>When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.</li><li>Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.</li><li>Over prepare, then go with the flow.</li><li>Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.</li><li>The most important sex organ is the brain.</li><li>No one is in charge of your happiness but you.</li><li>Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"</li><li>Always choose life.</li><li>Forgive everyone everything.</li><li>What other people think of you is none of your business.</li><li>Time heals almost everything. Give time time.</li><li>However good or bad a situation, it will change.</li><li>Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.</li><li>Believe in miracles.</li><li>God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.</li><li>Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.</li><li>Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.</li><li>Your children get only one childhood.</li><li>All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.</li><li>Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.</li><li>If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.</li><li>Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.</li><li>The best is yet to come.</li><li>No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.</li><li>Yield.</li><li>Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.</li></ol><div>Try to take a least a couple of these to heart, I know I did.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-51443818331382014022009-06-10T17:24:00.002-04:002009-06-10T17:27:45.670-04:00New Avatar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQikfgy_vQhEfV9hC6lHyUUNjHN6HTQdguUHC72W7e-6jTLc4MOmVcDRs_PlbqKCrUOW6Tbh6uk9nCWh07akiL6goKBe0KNT3VbxAJCRXGELIu9Ajb_qFH31lRKbg1DqwuID8b79GShU/s1600-h/11827847.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQikfgy_vQhEfV9hC6lHyUUNjHN6HTQdguUHC72W7e-6jTLc4MOmVcDRs_PlbqKCrUOW6Tbh6uk9nCWh07akiL6goKBe0KNT3VbxAJCRXGELIu9Ajb_qFH31lRKbg1DqwuID8b79GShU/s400/11827847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345813237793466658" /></a><br /><div>Ok, so this is just a super short post to mark the day someone (@LStacey) took time out of their day to make me this drawing for Twitter. I had posted a comment that I was thinking of changing my avatar and soon after got a DM directing me to this picture. I just think it was incredibly sweet of him to make this for me. It's the little things that can brighten someones day so much. So thank you @LStacey!!! I love it!!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-59654715464520691692009-05-04T13:32:00.002-04:002009-05-04T13:36:56.243-04:00MovingSo I'm getting ready to move... again. I've moved far too much in my life. Hopefully sooner than later I will find where I 'belong' in this world. My little place if you will. Granted the new place will be nice. My bedroom is much larger than the one I have here. Two major plusses is this - I walk out one door and there is the pool... I step into the other part of my bedroom and hello hot tub room! My daughters room will also be far larger than the one she has here.... it's actually two rooms for her, so she should be quite happy. In the past couple months it seems life as I had known it slowly disintegrated before my eyes. I lost my job, my car 'exploded', I lost my guy, I lost my home... definitely a case of 'enough is enough'. So onto the next chapter I move with my little girl. I don't know what the future will hold but I'm hopeful it holds all the happiness I've been searching for. Who knows? Just another adventure... wish me luck!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-46946034858164298962009-05-02T17:51:00.002-04:002009-05-02T18:00:57.509-04:00PushI have come to realize just how much I push people away in my life. Maybe push is the wrong word but I'm not sure how else to describe it. I let very few people stay in my life. Some people have friends from high school, I don't. Not because I didn't have friends then, but for some reason I just drift away from people. I make no effort whatsoever to keep friendships alive. Why do I do this? Well, I have no clue. Relationship wise I'm a long term girl, always have been. 3 years, 8 years, and then 3 and a half years. Though... I am not even slightly friends with any of those people. Thing is, I don't care. Best friends from the past who I used to share everything with... poof. Somehow I drift away from them and although I may think of them often... I have no inclination whatsoever to seek them out and talk to them, go for coffee... whatever. Once you're out of my life, you're just out. When you are in my life, I dedicate a ridiculous amount of myself to people... but once gone it's just done. I think it's funny I've done this my entire life without even realizing it. Right now, in this transition I am in, everyone has been pushed out except my father and my daughter. Even my relationship with my dad is crap. We talk about once a week... we are the only family either one of us has. We live under an hour apart and we barely visit. Anyway, I dunno... was just sitting here this afternoon thinking about all the people here that I have known for three and a half years, and that after I move (which should be any day now) I will more than likely see none of them ever again. It's an odd sensation. Cheers to moving on and seeing what the next chapter in life holds...<div><br /></div><div>xoxo ~Silly</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-48910116295056272492009-04-26T20:45:00.003-04:002009-04-26T20:55:44.055-04:00Been a while...Events of the past month have turned my brain into a black hole of fears, loves, hates, passions, thoughts racing through of every kind. Good and bad. Confusing and simple. Wait... that right there is my problem... my inability to simplify things. At times in my life I seem to take a single event or action and run it over in my mind. Thinking of the actual outcome and all the zillions of possible outcomes. My mind can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">over analyze</span> anything... anything at all. The way my mind works is sometimes a wonderful thing, at other times I wish I could just shut it off completely (I've tried, nothing works? Advice?)<div><br /></div><div>Anyway... here I am at the end of the month with simply no answers to any of the life changing decisions that I must make - I'm only left with more questions. These are decisions that will effect my life, my daughters life. I feel like I'm in the most tense game of chess and there is a roomful of silent people just staring at me waiting to make my move. </div><div><br /></div><div>I ponder whether I should go into specifics of what is going on in my life. Not sure if the world needs to know that much about my personal affairs at this time. I don't know, maybe I will share some of it at some point but only time will tell. All I know is that I need to make some very important decisions and though I don't want to rush the choice I make; I need to make these decision soon and final.</div><div><br /></div><div>That is all for now, just a quick brain blurb.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">xoxo</span> ~Silly</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-29603457681071163882009-04-11T09:51:00.006-04:002009-04-11T10:28:15.886-04:00It's all good...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMO9TVYl_UqiIfzr-nqXWKmajM091i5zKAOmhpmcQsmstY9yrFEyW8WtMAAGqN7QTLDPc48fRs-LNC0a7lAcjLkJ6r9v5JMmVy4UF8WcB5eaml5ihdN-YGQBlhS2r0H74suRrK_VucUA/s1600-h/easter.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMO9TVYl_UqiIfzr-nqXWKmajM091i5zKAOmhpmcQsmstY9yrFEyW8WtMAAGqN7QTLDPc48fRs-LNC0a7lAcjLkJ6r9v5JMmVy4UF8WcB5eaml5ihdN-YGQBlhS2r0H74suRrK_VucUA/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432438071667522" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Just a quick note as I feel a little weird leaving my blog how I did. Though the 'mindfuck' is still in progress things are looking up... or I'm feeling a tad better anyhow. When so much 'shit' gets dumped on you all at once some times it is just too much. I know that all will work out well and that I should be appreciating life itself and not worrying so much about all the little crap that comes with it. I'm thankful for all I have. This weekend should be a fun one, going to see my dad on Easter with my little one. I haven't seen him in a while so it will be nice to 'catch up'. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Thank you for all the well wishes and I hope to all that are reading this have a wonderful Easter Weekend.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">~xoxo Silly</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-34090942698468062062009-04-06T09:22:00.005-04:002009-04-06T09:49:38.604-04:00Life is one long mindfuck...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFfQDTlAJMdLf2ToUQE_eDqWBBDU3QwToGsTa3h9_0blkB_DCU7ClTkRyPKrbvka4URkX4vwKldx9yqU8TF7FPIvwD9epvRsVtZNbBwnSZk-6mWyqcSIiMNeMyyGHw-ymn5BmD7bOk-g/s1600-h/Smoking_by_coleus.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFfQDTlAJMdLf2ToUQE_eDqWBBDU3QwToGsTa3h9_0blkB_DCU7ClTkRyPKrbvka4URkX4vwKldx9yqU8TF7FPIvwD9epvRsVtZNbBwnSZk-6mWyqcSIiMNeMyyGHw-ymn5BmD7bOk-g/s400/Smoking_by_coleus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321574886191034050" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">...and it is how one deals with life's mindfucks that make us who we are. This past month has been extremely difficult for me in so many ways. A lot of the joys in my life have reached a point where they might come to an end. The only thing in my life that I know is going nowhere is my daughter - and for that blessing I am eternally grateful. The old saying "When it rains it pours" is something that is quite perfectly describes my life as of late. Losing my job, my daughter being ill, being robbed of money, having my heart and emotions toyed with, the possibility of soon having to find a place to live with little to no savings to speak of and no income coming in because of the loss of my job. My life just a month ago seemed perfect in so many ways. Happiness filled my days and nights, every single day and night. Lately, not so much. My mind has been consumed with what ifs, and hows and whys. I know that when life changes it just opens up new doors I/you/anyone never realized were there. But at this particular moment, at the time when I am actually going through everything... the end seems light years away. I am hopeful that everything will turn out fine, and I'm sure it will... just right now I'm not my silly self. I more often than not deal with things on my own. Sure, there are times when another person is good to 'lean' on, but in severe moments of troubles for whatever reason I seem to keep to myself and try to figure things out on my own without input from others as I feel it may sway how I actually feel, or what I should actually do. I have taken so many paths in life that I feel were the wrong ones. There are few out there who have had their life turn out the way they thought it would, and I am certainly one of those people. I just crave so much to live a simple life, a loving life, a life in which I am able to enjoy the world around me while I am still healthy and able. My mind has been such a jumble lately that I'm sure even most of these words I am typing now don't make much sense. This blog started off as something silly and fun, but there are sad moments even for the most silly. I feel every emotion so deeply, devote so much of myself to others and their happiness that sometimes in doing that I forgo my own happiness. Oh, at this point at times I just feel down right hopeless. It has been a very long time since I have felt this low. This lowness coming from a place where I have just seemingly 'lost control' of everything that was going so well. I keep thinking and thinking and trying to rationalize in some way all of the things that have happened in this past 30 days. Trying somehow to make things right but without actually doing anything, just thinking. When I get to a place like this I go back to thoughts of the past hurts I have had in my life and how I dealt with those. The time when all of my possessions were lost in a fire, all the car accidents I have been in, the time I was raped by two men, the time I went through when my mother was sick, the day I got the call that she had died, the day I saw my brother right after he had shot himself, the years of beatings and emotional abuse I went through at the hands/mouth of another man. Being at a place like this in my life right now brings all those emotions and feelings and moments rushing back like they are happening all over again. Bringing back all those feelings and compounding them with what I am going through right now is beyond tough. I know that there are others out there with problems far worse then mine, but for right now... this is my pain, this is my anguish, and I somehow, and someway quick need to find a way to work through all of this and get back to my silly self. If not for me, then for my daughter. It is my time to be truly happy, I just wish I had the answer on the how. Right now I am trying to find my happiness. This isn't an easy time in my life, but I hope that this time, whatever path I choose... I choose correctly. My sense of direction has always sucked... I'm hoping, beyond hope that if just this one time I go the 'right' way. To a place where I can find happiness not only for myself, but for my daughter.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5141574522261495082009-04-03T19:02:00.004-04:002009-04-03T19:08:58.419-04:00National Cleavage Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEOGTdHdHXKRO_1cwnVJjPioiPvbYWj9WDjShmaZ2vS-344p-gg11wZh2iJqc93fr-US0nUvNEcCK3TlghC2Maux6wHd5mEIiy619-MaFU8-mwcyHyLeVs_k8REe0qnOGcNUR3K_O7N0/s1600-h/poster___boobs052708113237.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEOGTdHdHXKRO_1cwnVJjPioiPvbYWj9WDjShmaZ2vS-344p-gg11wZh2iJqc93fr-US0nUvNEcCK3TlghC2Maux6wHd5mEIiy619-MaFU8-mwcyHyLeVs_k8REe0qnOGcNUR3K_O7N0/s400/poster___boobs052708113237.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320605787500282354" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">In honor of April 3rd, which is National Cleavage Day... I decided to ask the following question:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">What are five words *you* use to describe boobs?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Here are the responses I got... read away!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">sure. breasts, knockers, cans, rack, tits. Do I get a #noprize? #nationalcleavageday</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">can i do 5 terms? "funbags", "tits", "jugs", "the twins", and "bags of sand"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">melons, knockers, tits, girlies hmmm breasts?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">melons.cans.bewbz.puppies.tittays.jugs.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tits, knockers, fun bags, boobies & ummmm breast I guess</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tits, hooters, mammaries, ta-tas, & yazoos. I, personally, am a fan of tits. :D</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i tried to look into your eyes but i was hypnotized, and now i cant think....</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">hooters, tits, knockers, breasts, boobs...?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Here is my 5 - funbags, highbeams, jugs, dirty pillows, a straight man's two best friends</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hooters, knockers, zas, puppies, rack.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">tits, tatas, love melons, sweater meat, front porch, breasts, etc</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">once i start talking about boobs, i can't stop, so i'm gonna leave this for other guys, but u know i have some real juicy words</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">mmm!!! mmm!!! MMM!!! MMM!!! GOOD!!!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Just one: Manly!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">bouncies, girlies, bazungas, muh lovelies and nom nomz</span></span><br /></li></ul><p></p> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-78653840039722383842009-03-29T20:36:00.007-04:002009-03-29T23:52:40.897-04:00Bouncing Boobs...<div>Ok. Never in a million years did I think one tiny set of bouncy boobs would have such an effect. Yet my oh my have they had some response. Below are just over a hundred of the responses I received on my new avatar. Along with all the responses I did receive, I've gained approximately 50 new followers. Ahhhhhh... the power of Boobs!</div><div><br /></div><div>(and a little side note, you can only see the boobs bouncing if you look at Twitter on the web... if you are using Tweetdeck or a mobile device you will see boobs... but you won't see them bounce, so make sure you take a trip to the web, lol - SO worth it!)</div><div><br /></div><div>If you are reading this and not familiar with Twitter... you can find the bouncing tits at: <a href="http://twitter.com/sueissilly">http://twitter.com/sueissilly</a></div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Beautiful avatar.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">WOW!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">o.O</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Nice fucking tits babe.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">the bouncing. it's... hypnotic</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Love the Avatar</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">You are toooooo funny! I just saw your new profile pic.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">HOLY... CRAP. I should be classy. I'm pretty sure every other guy will say something so... Nice new picture. I like it :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">wowza... totally mesmerized by your new avatar</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><----one of the best avatar i seen...ahahaa</span><br /></li><li><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">I will do anything and go anywhere for a rack like that. :D</span></span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">they will come in handy during my hypnotherapy sessions</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">wow Sue, i almost didn't recognize you :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">the bouncing cleavage avatar is just..... dreamy *licks*</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">still staring... i think you've made me cross to the other side.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">let me know if your followers increase, I might have to try that:)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">mama! *makes sucking noises*</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">how do you make ur eyes do that?</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I find it offensive you are exposing my chest for your avatar.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">i am NO Homo but that avatar definetly caught my attention<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>like they don't even look real... frickn perfect.. NO HOMO</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">i AM trY inGtoTYpe but my head keeeps going up and down</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">yep, you know how men do, we get hypnotize by the breast</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">im trying to bounce mine right now. lol.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">You need a BellyButton to go with yur uhmmm icon(s) !!</span><br /></li><li><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">I think my eyes just popped out of my head.</span></span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">love your avatar</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">no comment</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I'm sorry, I was watching the bouncing boobs. Did you say something? :D</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">HA! Love it.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Awesome avatar.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Babe, everyone within eyeshot thinks I'm surfing porn when I'm in twitter, and oh, by the way... Yowzia and Schwing!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I like that ICON wiggling,,,,that;s so nice,,Have a nice night</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">It definitely has a hypnotic effect. Its hard to look away.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">It definitely has a hypnotic effect. Its hard to look away.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Oh their animated too, careful or you may hypnotize someone lol</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">If I keep watching the bouncing boobs, you'll hypnotize me, and I'll be under your power! ;)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Wow. LOL</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Umm, about the avatar...yeh...as if Twitter wasn't distracting enough.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Oh I love your new avatar....... mesmerising....</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">the boobs are really distracting me. can't. look. away. ;)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Staring isn't a problem. It might be a bit hard to explain to my wife tho. ;)</span><br /></li><li><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">I like your new pic! wowzers! :P</span></span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Very distracting.. in a good way :o)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">wow love that pic :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I'm gonna be so distracted when we tweet from now on, LOL. so my apologies!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Your posts are making me nervous now :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I can't concentrate any longer... have to ban Twitter :) life must go on...aaaaaaaaaaah</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">you can shake them anytime for me :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom- border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; color:windowtext;"> </span></span><span class="entry-content"><span style="line-height: 115%; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom- border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; color:windowtext;">I can't focus with those things bouncing in mah face!</span></span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">how on earth did you do this "amazing" avator darlln' , think u put womens movement back by oh 10-15 yrs LOL</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Really loving the bouncing tits avatar! Wish they were all that thoughtful.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">how can I shut my eyes with your boobs bouncing like that?</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">nice pic</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">OMG I just saw your AV! : ) Sue> you are impossibly hysterical! I am following YOU!</span><br /></li><li><span style="line-height: 115%; ">OMG I just saw your AV! : ) Sue> you are impossibly hysterical! I am following YOU! (via @<a href="http://twitter.com/thronkus" style="border-top-color:transparent; border-right-color:transparent;border-bottom-color:transparent;border-left-color: transparent"><span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in;padding:0in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">thronkus</span></span></a></span>) seconded<br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">i like ur display picture haha</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">*giggles* I think I woke up to see your boobs bouncin' on Twitter.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">nice new avi Sue ;)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">wow nice pic</span><br /></li><li><span style="line-height: 115%; ">your bouncing boobs r a great distraction, but also a welcome pleasure, i am happy to endure the distraction</span> u do know how much men endure for boobs, right? and hey, they r pretty, they just keep bouncing and bouncing and bouncing<br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">nice pics! I mean pic! ;)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">My oh my that's quite the enticing new avatar you got there missy.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">lol i just saw your new avatar thingy... :P</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I can barely see ur pic on my blackberry but is that boobies!? Lmfao</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">wow, gorgeous! :-D</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">uhhhh, are those yours?? They are lovely. And so bouncy.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">great avatar</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">what do boobs & martinis have in common? 1 is not enough, 3 is unnatural</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">OMGosh, your profile pic had me LMAO</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">For the next weeks everybody will just tweet about your pic...oh yeah.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Love the new avatar . :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">They are intransing.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">for the mother fucking win!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Nice um, boobs?</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">wow cool avatar ;-) all yours? Hehe</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">your boobs are putting me off</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I must admit I have not seen a moving avatar since my Myspace days :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">omgz they DO bounce! Lmao</span><br /></li><li><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">I applaud your sexy avatar but really I am jealous. LOL</span></span><br /></li><li><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">An avatar for the ages!</span></span><br /></li><li><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">:P I am lovin the new pic. very, very eye popping!</span></span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Quite the new pic you've chosen! :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Well like Dave Atell said " I can't walk around with one ball hanging out and expect to get the same attention as cleavge!"</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I just found out your avatar moves. It doesn't do that in Tweetdeck.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Sue you keep hypnotising me with your profile pic! :) x</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Is it you or a boob double?</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">ok. you are really tripping with that avatar...lol!!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">a new form if hypnotism?</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Quick question: Are they yours?</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Ur. Av. Is. Killin'. Me! Rotating Avs can be irritating cause you lose track of your friends, but yours are always fun!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I like the image it gives me lots of ideas..... naughty boy!!!!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">UM... Your avatar has rendered me useless.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I am am a very hard time reading your tweets!!!! ;o)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Your Twicon is very distracting</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">You should have gotten permission before you decided to use my breasts as your avatar. :-)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">you must be riding on a bumpy road, ☺</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">GOTDAMNIT change this avatar</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">lol....im about to unfollow u cuz im startn to feel reeeeeaaallllyyy gay</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Those bouncin' boobs are hilarious!! Somebody should tweet them to Eric Cantor - I could see his face now-Ha!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Every time I see your avatar I can't help but to laugh. You bring me joy.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Hi Sue, you know I always comment on ur new avatars! The "bouncing boobs" qualify for the best ever! You've topped yourself ths time!! :)</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">very nice your pic ;-) have a nice day!</span><br /></li></ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">This is about 24 hours of responses. I tried my best to put all of them on here though I'm sure I left some out. Thanks everyone! :)</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-9539092643650452052009-03-26T11:17:00.007-04:002009-03-26T16:32:44.672-04:00Socks & Sex...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkhUgX_vyIjBlWyXNsOysQllVyiURwbyDL5NJjhZG9lrp6248MkFJCsrkE4K88NUvoIqnlEPVW_Mg49DkeY97aZjkxD3oU12c4mw0_q2TUb4ad7iG_60rg1V3mF_62rE2C0GGch22BoE/s1600-h/FEET-IN-BED-300_tcm18-62282.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkhUgX_vyIjBlWyXNsOysQllVyiURwbyDL5NJjhZG9lrp6248MkFJCsrkE4K88NUvoIqnlEPVW_Mg49DkeY97aZjkxD3oU12c4mw0_q2TUb4ad7iG_60rg1V3mF_62rE2C0GGch22BoE/s400/FEET-IN-BED-300_tcm18-62282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317593153758363026" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">My latest question and answer post is thanks to one of my awesome followers @whoopsie. Other than just having a kick ass user name, this person is a great follow, so if you're so inclined go find and follow!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">@whoopsie suggested I pose the following question to my users:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">What do *you* think?? Bedroom etiquette - socks kept on or off when making whoopee under the duvet?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); ">The response was really good on this question. Though most flat out said "Socks off!", take a read at what everyone had to say. Per usual I include every one's comment no matter if I think it is right, wrong, indifferent, or just makes no sense! Thanks to all who responded! Enjoy :)</span></div><div><ul><li>Socks off - cheese and eggs make a lovely dutch flavour... cheese from feet (i.e. no socks) egg from "wind" ... I'm on another planet today so not sure what is making sense, etc. ;) I was thinking of whoopie as in cushion as in dutch oven - my mind is not working, but I think you mean making babies not smells.</li><li>Off... only on when attempting to get sleep on a cold night... and not on the job, lol :)</li><li>Socks off, unless the feet involved are so heinous they're a sex buzz kill.</li><li>I think that it doesn't matter if you call it 'making whoopee'. You're a lost cause by that point. Whichever makes her happy ;-) But, generally, unless it's abnormally cold, I don't sleep with socks on to begin with.</li><li>Socks off, regardless of position relative to the duvet.</li><li>Off. On is cheesy 90's porn. May as well grow some sideburns on your dick to go with the socks. ;-) I suppose that's more of a 70's porn thing, but hey, the point remains. Don't do it.</li><li>That would depend on who's wearing the socks. Could be good for extra traction to hold onto the woman's ankles if... Well, yeah. Well I'm just sayin', if a guy's trying to hold her ankles, well... skin on skin might not be as easy depending. Socks'd help. ;)</li><li>Socks off... doesn't matter if you're under the covers, over the covers or on the kitchen sink... hehe</li><li>Off</li><li>Off unless they are cute or sexy</li><li>Off! Gotta be naked, and you can't be naked if you still have socks on :) Plus - once you're in the act if you're thinking about socks then you've got bigger problems.</li><li>Socks off!</li><li>Without a question, socks off! Now, I'd make an exception for those red boots of yours.</li><li>Off... what dork keeps socks on? all naked and socks? ...sexsay...no</li><li>Okay forget the President's address and questions, I need to answer your question silly one; socks off when u make woopie. LOL</li><li>LOL Depends on the weather. I hate cold feeet! (double entendre slightly intended... THINK about it....) :) hehe</li><li>Socks... off... that goes double for hip-hop morons and their sideways baseball caps... idiots don't know why... but your question made me flash on some porn I saw a while ago. Idiots left their dumb hats on. Disrespectful.</li><li>Socks off EXCEPT when it is really really cold because cold feet can be too distracting sometimes.</li><li>Off!!! Plus, I'm not the hugest fan of the term "making whoopee" but no socks please!</li><li>Depends. How cold is it in the room? and how cute are the socks?</li></ul><div>Myself. In an ideal situation I would have to say that the socks should be off. Though in a really good session; if I happen to, or he happens to leave his socks on - I will not stop mid way through sex just to have the socks removed! Also, I suppose quickies in unusual places don't count... one of those quickies in which almost all clothes are left on... hehe</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-41641771998872969112009-03-23T16:52:00.000-04:002009-03-23T16:53:47.079-04:00Butterfly...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzMNi3hzlWg6BcHBwVwAlWopywuKHEeC5A1vhHY0u1f4QzLo6hxoDUtirVrkx628GDzuU8n2ZFIC98JFn8BaaHtjEQ88954sOcGKrakEK7vWyI5TK4F1A5pzo9635XpRv-6fcaWa-nCw/s1600-h/Annie_by_cosmosue.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzMNi3hzlWg6BcHBwVwAlWopywuKHEeC5A1vhHY0u1f4QzLo6hxoDUtirVrkx628GDzuU8n2ZFIC98JFn8BaaHtjEQ88954sOcGKrakEK7vWyI5TK4F1A5pzo9635XpRv-6fcaWa-nCw/s400/Annie_by_cosmosue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316489161122120034" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-35447850076794304422009-03-22T16:06:00.006-04:002009-03-22T17:35:09.250-04:00Cheaters...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-4PQ_01MxG7ECQQGD4F1eZMNltR9YVoi52qwu0pUH0qWZZkA92hEwcGnT6njDMwRsT5RsjNFEklWcHbRVP9YU-MMluc6-hMb5o8eP6qF61x70fDRMQoJc_33GjVB7fP-Nn7gKGVUKoA/s1600-h/z158498842+(1).jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-4PQ_01MxG7ECQQGD4F1eZMNltR9YVoi52qwu0pUH0qWZZkA92hEwcGnT6njDMwRsT5RsjNFEklWcHbRVP9YU-MMluc6-hMb5o8eP6qF61x70fDRMQoJc_33GjVB7fP-Nn7gKGVUKoA/s400/z158498842+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316128814550897522" /></a><br />Most of us have been faced with a significant other cheating on us. Whether we catch them 'red-handed' or simply catch them from word of mouth... Finding out either way doesn't hurt any less. I've fallen victim to a cheater more than once in my life unfortunately, and have handled it differently with each person. I was a bit curious how other people handled this situation so I posed the following question:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">What would you do, or what have you done when finding out your significant other has cheated on you?</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are all of the answers I received... Enjoy</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Never happened to me, thank God, but... I dread to think, I'd be such a mess :(</li><li>After initial horrible pain, I actually tried to work it out. Realized later that she just wasn't "done". Bad times.</li><li>I can easier describe what I wouldn't do. In a word, stay. Everyone gets a second chance, but sometimes things can't get put back. The trick is to be able to see when the damage is fatal and when work can save a relationship. Not an easy task.</li><li>I literally kicked down the door and threw her and her clothes outside! (I call him my EX for a reason)</li><li>The answer to your question would depend 100% on the circumstances involved. Lots of emotions and dynamics involved there.</li><li>Depending on the circumstances, you forgive and work to rebuild trust.</li><li>I'd wish them good luck without me.</li><li>After much pleading and promising from her, I let it go... until 3 months later when I discovered it again (with a 2nd person)</li><li>I would put my whole poker bankroll to either make it big within a year or get a change to start over in life.</li><li>Let's just say it would require a scalpel & restraints.</li><li>I need a significant other first :S but I don't know exactly and don't want to find out either, probably just avoid them and call them my ex.</li><li>To my knowledge, I've never been cheated on, or cheated, but I'd tell the person to hit the bricks. No if's and's or but's!</li><li>I just did a poll on this last Wednesday on my blog - people were pretty forgiving, for the most part.</li><li>I'll take "Find another significant other!" Survey says! lol</li><li>Best thing to do is simply walk away. Don't stoop to his/her/their level.</li><li>For me personally, I divorced his ass, but not 'til I made him move out the very next day. They're still together & have 4 kids. Yeah. Weird.</li><li>I think I'd sue for twivorce! Or at least get twerapy... but I'm a twealous lover so... twivorce on second thought.</li><li>Leave him. Simple, and I wouldn't go back.</li><li>Become friends with her and invite her to dinner then I'd leave his sorry ass with all the bills!</li><li>Donkey punched myself.</li><li>Before, or after, the funeral?</li><li>It involved a crow bar, super glue, a weed eater, a pair of pliers, a deck of cards, a canister of peanuts, some duct tape.</li><li>In answer to your question, it depends on many factors. The only thing for sure is that it hurts deeply in the soul...</li></ul><div>Lots of varied answers to this question. I suppose in summation it all depends on the individuals, the circumstances surrounding the events, and how strong the relationship was before the cheating took place. Either way, being the victim of cheating is never an easy thing to cope with... and although a person may be strong enough to move 'past' an indiscretion, it never leaves the memory. Just like any other pain caused in life whether it be physical or mental, it leaves a scar. It changes in a way how we perceive things and how we proceed in life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love the one you are with and think twice if you are about to become 'The Cheater'.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo ~Silly</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-83940919331222526412009-03-16T18:39:00.004-04:002009-03-16T18:57:51.882-04:00People are cold...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctjV_CRuiz1gjgFnxDH_c4llvOpvzrab9UYScY_n4zn4IB_9VDOBvq4hDLMPdQelX-f72gadm_8oto_GgNp4IVUiiZq0u2_Rf3Ine8mrE0-GIA4Am8E_MEno-sM9uYurL36CwGfrmUjE/s1600-h/angel2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctjV_CRuiz1gjgFnxDH_c4llvOpvzrab9UYScY_n4zn4IB_9VDOBvq4hDLMPdQelX-f72gadm_8oto_GgNp4IVUiiZq0u2_Rf3Ine8mrE0-GIA4Am8E_MEno-sM9uYurL36CwGfrmUjE/s400/angel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313923112711635570" /></a><br />I didn't know what I would write about next here. But something/someone inspired me today to come back. While reading tweets I happened to catch one of my followers make the following comment:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"Apparently some girl died that went to my school either overdosed on some drug or suicide.. she was stupid anyway never did shit in school".</span></div><div><br /></div><div>That comment was then followed by this one a few minutes later...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"I know this would sound mean but one less idiot on this planet now"</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Now I don't know what your reaction is to reading these lines, but mine was absolute disbelief. How could a person be that cold and thoughtless. No matter how smart or not smart, good or bad looking, short or tall... every single human life is precious. Every single one. That girl I'm sure had a family, people who loved her. To be ridiculed after her death and almost celebrating in the fact that she is gone, well I just find it repulsive. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have lost two very important people in my life. My mother and my brother. I am sure they were not liked by every single person that crossed their path, but they most certainly were loved and cherished by many... as I'm sure was the case with this girl mentioned above. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is most certainly one of those instances where if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Why go out of your way to disrespect a person you hardly knew, if this person even knew them at all????</span></span></span> To belittle a soul that has just recently passed. This person mentioned the possible means of her passing, but does it matter at all how this girl died? No... not in the least. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am just absolutely repulsed by the comments made and will be unfollowing. Every person is entitled to their own opinion, but my goodness; this person has crossed a line that I just can not accept.</div><div><br /></div><div>To whoever that girl may be, you are in my thoughts. Let this persons negative energy be erased by my positive energy. I may not have known you, but you were living just as I am now. May you rest in peace.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Respect the ones that are gone. Do not judge ones you did not know. Appreciate this life while you have it. Any second, it could be your last breath.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-47675150991016362692009-03-15T18:28:00.001-04:002009-03-15T18:28:43.806-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUMRc3oE7urYKrkox5Hw1pfv_wK9oJzQYHe_jYk2TzXGRV-4yDASwa-ixnU69K9D3CJpzmAhpl_g4NqXcaWyrjl5w0wnw9yctJxih6hT5FG5VuZRM1c6tWKAdiztW9-z8591DmcyXjSr4/s1600-h/clean_underwear.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUMRc3oE7urYKrkox5Hw1pfv_wK9oJzQYHe_jYk2TzXGRV-4yDASwa-ixnU69K9D3CJpzmAhpl_g4NqXcaWyrjl5w0wnw9yctJxih6hT5FG5VuZRM1c6tWKAdiztW9-z8591DmcyXjSr4/s400/clean_underwear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313545051017850290" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-25955257017696979132009-03-15T17:49:00.002-04:002009-03-15T17:52:47.340-04:00Bloggers block...As of late I have had a serious case of what I will call "Bloggers Block"... last Monday, March 9th (my birthday, btw), I was laid of from a job that I absolutely love. Since then I just can't seem to get on here and write. So I am now writing about my inability to write. I feel as though I should write about my lay off, the first one I've experienced, but just can't bring myself to do it yet... soon hopefully. Anyway, this is a just a short blurb on why I haven't been writing here much as of late. Even my 'tweeting' has slowed down significantly. Hopefully this 'block' will go away sooner than later and I'll start feeling like my old self again. We'll see.<div><br /></div><div>xoxo ~Silly</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-44159470767699104902009-03-05T13:03:00.008-05:002009-03-10T13:42:10.002-04:00Hand that gadget over...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZvcfijc80C3nVlD5HV2a3SqdCD9Szz7Xn5V7pZ9SqiwYCui1sz4Y4QW1vff7LoP7rYAdusMEUNzdp2tBTkp2FGHb40dc9kSYNP5gvuvCkpoFBcwq7kywEXBa1kMLNbRS2ioGokrMy24/s1600-h/istock_000002733301xsmall.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZvcfijc80C3nVlD5HV2a3SqdCD9Szz7Xn5V7pZ9SqiwYCui1sz4Y4QW1vff7LoP7rYAdusMEUNzdp2tBTkp2FGHb40dc9kSYNP5gvuvCkpoFBcwq7kywEXBa1kMLNbRS2ioGokrMy24/s400/istock_000002733301xsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311615393916235522" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">We now live in a very technology driven world. Long gone are the days of just typewriters and pencils. Most of us now rely on electronic gadgets to get us through our days. Two of the most popular devices that people use on an every day basis are their computer(s) and their cell phone. This thought made me wonder about something and ask the following question:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">If you had to... would you choose to go without your cell phone for a day, or your computer?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">These are all of the responses I got. Mind you, on this question I got some responses even I didn't understand, but I posted them anyway! Enjoy!</span></div><div><ul><li>Cell for sure</li><li>At least you can tweet on your cell phone</li><li>I often go for a whole day without my computer. My iPhone sets me free.</li><li>Cell phone! I hardly use it, but I couldn't live without my laptop *hugs it*. It's actually a big piece of crap, crashes all the time, never does what I want it to! Be we are partners in crime! ;)</li><li>I'd go without the cell.</li><li>If I had to choose, I'd do without the computer. I can do most if not all from my cell phone anyway, plus take pics, make calls.</li><li>My computer, since I can basically do everything on my cell...</li><li>Die, cell phone, die!</li><li>Cell phone.</li><li>Oh, no contest here. The cell phone. I know, I can get to the Internet thru the phone, but, no one call me on the puter!</li><li>Computer for sure!</li><li>Phone!</li><li>I would give up my computer for a day because if anything comes up people can contact me easier. ;)</li><li>Definitely my computer... Cuz my phone has all my apps!! & twitterstuff!</li><li>Without computer, my cell does everything I really need.</li><li>No computer; cellphone, it has everything, web, gps, music.</li><li>I could go without my computer because I have an iPhone :D It's almost as good as a computer!</li><li>I'd go without my cell phone. It would be nice! :)</li><li>My computer</li><li>I could live without my cell for a day, but my computer is my lifeblood!</li><li>I work at a hospital & everyone, employees, patients & visitors all had phones stuck to their ears. no phones and no 1 could function.</li><li>In answer to that COMPUTER my dear... easier to hit the keys and have multiple random conversations at once :)</li><li>Cell</li><li>Computer here, can't live without my Blackberry!</li><li>Go without my cell phone easy</li><li>My cell phone, my computer = money</li><li>I could go without my phone anyway, but don't take away my computer. :P</li><li>I would go without my cell, don't use it that much anyway</li><li>Computer, since I already do that when I go to work</li><li>I would go without my cell phone for a day. I'm much more connected with my computer. ;-)</li><li>I go without my cell phone, unless it was an iPhone, which I don't have... you can wish though, can't you!!!</li><li>Definitely would go without my cell phone... since stay home & have long distance land line now I don't use my cell</li><li>Please don't take them... I'm a poor lonely soul without my implements</li><li>Cell phone I guess if I had to! It'd kill my soul though! LOL</li><li>Without Phone. Always. Wouldn't be able to get much done at work without the computer. oooh now that's an idea lol</li><li>Ok, I'll play. Both. Wait. Neither. Are substitutions available? Clearly, the choice is simple: I'd go without.... (wiseguy, lol)</li><li>Without cell. I work from home</li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So that's it... all the answers I received. Myself, I would much rather go without my phone, but I could go without either if needed. Amazing how much we rely on technology now a days. I love it though... keep the inventions coming!!!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo ~Silly</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-14924833909550684582009-03-05T09:15:00.001-05:002009-03-05T09:15:56.621-05:00<a href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/image-myspace-graphic/days-thursday/snoopy.gif.html" title="Click Image to Add"><img src="http://myspaceantics.com/images/myspace-graphics/days-thursday/snoopy.gif" border="0" alt="More Pics @ MySpaceAntics.com"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-23996864055906382622009-03-04T21:41:00.009-05:002009-03-05T09:13:29.575-05:00Natural Beauty...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I don't think I need to say a word. The beauty of these pictures speak for themselves.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwf5lM9-Es9ocBRDoe8cmvF-z6kQ8_v7z_eQBRjoAeV9LxXmcFwLR_oMGo6GoCU-rll4QB3fD3UkQNbCUA6MOdcN-Ex7jAzbWDqBbe5REJRTQW1vwiYjkc-BFQKYG4a16qbr0wkSUtSuI/s1600-h/JJones_051807_78.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwf5lM9-Es9ocBRDoe8cmvF-z6kQ8_v7z_eQBRjoAeV9LxXmcFwLR_oMGo6GoCU-rll4QB3fD3UkQNbCUA6MOdcN-Ex7jAzbWDqBbe5REJRTQW1vwiYjkc-BFQKYG4a16qbr0wkSUtSuI/s400/JJones_051807_78.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309530005767435890" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgO8p_lZDdqgsktG6PbGvc9PN-vTmJHN-eWu4egPPeqU327OGa76DdSyFYjFS0Bqy_fdP2GNGqU4AjAsb4VWs2blAl1XCHQQBm6nP4GTA5AeOhW49ICGu9XgZEymSnEV-X0Sb61yMc0mQ/s1600-h/BigBendSept07_368.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgO8p_lZDdqgsktG6PbGvc9PN-vTmJHN-eWu4egPPeqU327OGa76DdSyFYjFS0Bqy_fdP2GNGqU4AjAsb4VWs2blAl1XCHQQBm6nP4GTA5AeOhW49ICGu9XgZEymSnEV-X0Sb61yMc0mQ/s400/BigBendSept07_368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529812600116498" /></a><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UwLKacTmUaerMDneGbDGrFCnLbPn8qOmKkShRfTZMBb74fWj3nKGua-U9WsGhcGagbkxERvalv_83TNDlaPel05I8w8HFCIn2lxi-pWrKBbgL0t9OkPJqIcty3vpVd58zZa9m0umQsI/s1600-h/L1011508.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UwLKacTmUaerMDneGbDGrFCnLbPn8qOmKkShRfTZMBb74fWj3nKGua-U9WsGhcGagbkxERvalv_83TNDlaPel05I8w8HFCIn2lxi-pWrKBbgL0t9OkPJqIcty3vpVd58zZa9m0umQsI/s400/L1011508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529460287119138" /></a><br /><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">These are some brilliantly beautiful photos I found tonight... just love them. I found them on billymonday.com if you're interested in seeing the rest.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo ~Silly</div><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-89674685085424658222009-03-04T09:30:00.004-05:002009-03-04T10:20:44.110-05:00Sucking up to the bossman...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnam990amnQT-WjNXkD42zmgpEz3s7ge-HS3maxGKI2wkvxBm0H_8tDE8cNaK6fNUQ7wxYoX8mN8mH22fdOAKz7nwAEf2G0gcOG4JShlg0lHIFIj7HB9qbG1e7jYTsqP0DQkhDyQShuw/s1600-h/wonderful-idea-400x330.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnam990amnQT-WjNXkD42zmgpEz3s7ge-HS3maxGKI2wkvxBm0H_8tDE8cNaK6fNUQ7wxYoX8mN8mH22fdOAKz7nwAEf2G0gcOG4JShlg0lHIFIj7HB9qbG1e7jYTsqP0DQkhDyQShuw/s400/wonderful-idea-400x330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309352121661875890" /></a><br /><div>I'm not one to suck up to my bosses, never have been. Sure, I'm friendly, I like to 'keep the peace' with everyone and stay on their good side... but sucking up, brown-nosing, flat out going out of my way to suck up is just not my style, even if it means more money (maybe I'm doing it all wrong, who knows). I was a tad curious though how many people would suck up if they knew it meant getting a raise, so I posed the question:</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Would *you* suck up to *your* boss if you knew it meant getting a raise?</span><div><ul><li>NO... not my style</li><li>nope! Just do your job and let the boss know all that you do, if they can't validate a raise with that, better look inward.</li><li>sure!</li><li>I have never, nor will I ever, suck up to my boss - not even for a pay raise.</li><li>I love My Boss & She Knows It!</li><li>Absolutely, I'm just a whore like that though; I'll do almost anything for more money.</li><li>eh, yes, as long as it was a good raise</li><li>Oh absolutely! I'd also suck up to him if he was hot, as has been the case in the past... no raise needed on that occasion!</li><li>yes</li><li>If I had one (boss), yes.</li><li>NEVER! Never demote yourself to promote yourself.</li><li>I'd suck up to keep my job but not for more loot.</li><li>I would suck up for a raise, yes. However, in my experience, sucking up never results in any raises :)</li><li>Mmmm, No no sucking up</li><li>Depends on how you define "suck up". I'm always friendly to my boss. Does that count?</li><li>No I would not suck up to get a raise.</li><li>My boss is lucky I show up for work in the morning... that may explain why I have never gotten a raise...</li><li>You're kidding right... here is me thinking sucking up is standard practice for many who want career advancement.</li><li>I'm not altruistic, heck yes, suck up for the raise. I need to support my family and $$ sure makes it easier.</li></ul><div>xoxo ~Silly</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-9436488343369083052009-03-03T18:54:00.012-05:002009-03-04T08:32:03.403-05:00Happy Birthday to me...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8Hn9v8DrN6NbJZKxVhHg7I7JMx7T5ey1jQkG9o0R7xYyuvcJj9GfEsLN4voOxTd66YrKyvHQWWE9qfdLnkS1OXWG7aXS5T0MjEOuU9UxVEgE0dni_dsbbe65Pb3lEP9MW0XOk56z9ss/s1600-h/Happy-Birthday-Frog-with-Banjo-Print-C10309689.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8Hn9v8DrN6NbJZKxVhHg7I7JMx7T5ey1jQkG9o0R7xYyuvcJj9GfEsLN4voOxTd66YrKyvHQWWE9qfdLnkS1OXWG7aXS5T0MjEOuU9UxVEgE0dni_dsbbe65Pb3lEP9MW0XOk56z9ss/s400/Happy-Birthday-Frog-with-Banjo-Print-C10309689.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309122242732945714" /></a><br />So next Monday is my birthday. I will be 32. Not too old, not too young... just right I'm guessing. I'm not really sure what to think of birthday's anymore, and that is probably due to the fact that I haven't had a good one in a very long time. I remember being a kiddo and counting down the days, the hours, the minutes until my birthday was celebrated. That is typically what I do on birthdays now, just reminisce about the 'younger years'. <div><br /></div><div>For many years now my birthday is nothing more than another passing day with a phone call from my dad. No cards, no presents, certainly no cake. I would love to have an amazing birthday again, and I'm sure I will again (someday). I can pretty much guess it's not going to be this year. I don't exactly advertise that it's my birthday so what can I expect really? I would love to have an awesome birthday one of these years, a nice gift, a dinner out, a cake, I dunno - one of these years. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I'll live to be 100 and have a kick ass party then. When I am too old to do anything other than sit in a rocking chair and blow out my candles, much to weak to even unwrap the gifts myself, lol... while everyone around says "can you believe how old she is". Oh and don't forget everyone trying to decorate the old lady with ribbons and bows and a silly party hat. Ah, the grandness of life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Or... or... or... or... or... OR maybe I will just buy myself a cake and a present (maybe two, screw it, I'm worth it) and go out to eat by myself! ...and you know what? I just thought of that idea as I was typing and I don't think it's that bad of an idea. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhoooooo... next Monday I'll be 32 - woo for me!</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo -Silly</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-34082756948339503582009-03-02T14:05:00.009-05:002009-03-04T21:53:58.354-05:00Road Trip...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLeTsTfsaITyjcXgatrCREPTYzw5ztcyqO1SYrzgV6cmum5VcMhnYrko_RLeFHrAvcvHKGkLbLkLymLWigs8OFS8i3LrwZCR3ARlSFA88DR2ZTvkTegA2u9o6VzHhkLUETsLiuiIz9AU/s1600-h/Road_Trippin___by_KlownDogg.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLeTsTfsaITyjcXgatrCREPTYzw5ztcyqO1SYrzgV6cmum5VcMhnYrko_RLeFHrAvcvHKGkLbLkLymLWigs8OFS8i3LrwZCR3ARlSFA88DR2ZTvkTegA2u9o6VzHhkLUETsLiuiIz9AU/s400/Road_Trippin___by_KlownDogg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308675733551350946" /></a><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I used to LOVE road trips... just me, a crappy car, and the highway. I used to take them all the time when I was younger. Yet this stupid thing call reality set in... you know - work, kiddo... things that now prevent me from just hopping in my car and going as far as my cash will take me. Anyhoo... today for whatever reason I was thinking about hitting the open road and was curious what others thought of road trips, where they might go and who they might bring with them when they went... sooooo.... I posed the following question:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If you were to go on a road trip... where would you go and who would you bring with you if anyone?</span></span></div><div><ul><li>I'd go to the States and visit all the major cities (that might involve flying too) and would take my dog and Stockard Channing! Oh and Stockard would have to do all the driving 'cause I can't! I'm thinking there would be a convertible involved and me spending a lot of time trying to convince S.C. that girls are the way fwd!</li><li>Two words: Ed Greer. I'll let you and your readers figure out what that means.</li><li>If I'd go on a road trip, I'd take one across the States from East to West, and take my bro and sis</li><li>There's bias today - it's snowing - so my road trip would be from Monterrey to San Diego, really anywhere warm would work.</li><li>Anywhere in Wisconsin with my hubby. He is my road trippin' buddy.</li><li>New York to California. My fiance. And my imaginary friends in the backseat in case my fiance begins to bore me. I have 3. Count Jose Hoyos, Princess Jaquarinda Censoula and Jim Smith, the Earl of Sussex, I only socialize with royalty ;)</li><li>Arizone since I can not cross water. It would be a toss up between Channing Tatum or Johnny Depp.</li><li>Road trip... I'm a mountain girl or to the ocean... always bring the love of my life... my hubby.</li><li>I would go from coast to coast USA. Would bring a set of dancing girls.</li><li>I would head out west, all the way to the coast and I would make my mother my partner in crime. I need quality time with her.</li><li>I would head to New Orleans in a millisecond if I could. I'd take my sexy comrade with me for love on a balcony.</li><li>An endless vacation in Tahiti with Jennifer Aniston. Sipping Mai Tai's, frolicking in the surf by day & rockin' it at night.</li><li>Definitely would do the lower 48 road trip with my dog Judah.</li><li>I would go across Europe and Asia to Japan with my mate Kelly. I need to teach him ninja skills.</li><li>It doesn't matter WHERE you go, as long as you go with that someone special :) <3></li></ul></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-81823853258926767272009-03-02T10:19:00.002-05:002009-03-02T10:25:59.835-05:00Moanday...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqjE6GsAWUTrG6mYGLtbOzULMlE4J7Jxaz9F4X6kuKTaNbCNqvl7xv1vrB6eDPv0_gow0qp4oJnO_x5zR4zKB9k7x8iWwm77sL7fH2CkpT3KUg6qVWNycA-nbQRwrFSQyoNWrem6R6PE/s1600-h/mondays-yuk.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqjE6GsAWUTrG6mYGLtbOzULMlE4J7Jxaz9F4X6kuKTaNbCNqvl7xv1vrB6eDPv0_gow0qp4oJnO_x5zR4zKB9k7x8iWwm77sL7fH2CkpT3KUg6qVWNycA-nbQRwrFSQyoNWrem6R6PE/s400/mondays-yuk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308611794050640882" /></a><br />Typically I don't mind Monday's, but today has been a doozy and it is only 10:20am... I won't go in to all of it, but let's just say I started off on the wrong side of the bed. This little guy just about sums up my feelings on today thus far. At work, lots of snow to deal with outside, feeling icky and already threw up at the office once this morning. Yup, it's officially Monday... actually, as whiny as I feel, I am renaming today MOANday!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0