Tickle me Tuesday

I'm bored. Make me laugh! Know any good jokes? Funny true stories? If you do, please share. I'd pay you if only I had the means to do so...

Uh..yeah. I don't really know what I'm doing here anymore. I'm randomly posting over here and randomly posting on myspace. There's no rhyme or reason to what goes where and why. I'm trying to decide if I should just consolidate or delete or repeat. So for now, If I'm not here, I'm there. But today, I'm here.

I just checked out my sitemeter, which I don't often do, just to see who was popping in. Yeah. I can't really tell. What I did find, though, were some funny search phrases that led some unique individuals right to me.

Word for word what was typed into google and ended up pulling up my site...

1. make believe boyfriend

2. peed in her pants

3. half nekkid thursday (no big surprise)

4. rasta ralphie (number one search)

and finally

5. brought to climax by the massage therapist


First of all... What?!? And secondly, what kind of crap am I blogging about??

Happy Tuesday. Don't forget to tickle me with some funny...

Half Nekkid Thursday - #39

Wanna know why everyone's gettin' nekkid?? Click the link above and visit Osbasso to find out.

If you're looking for T and A you won't find it here today. And let's be honest, I'm sure you've seen enough of that in your travels on this fine Thursday. Today I offer, only this...number thirty nine in my half-nekkid journey......saran wrap....

cuz I thought it looked cool.





did you get nekkid or what?

It's on the way

Spring, that is. It's amazing what a little sunshine and above freezing temperatures will do for my mood and energy level. We're not out of the woods yet. It's supposed to plummet again this weekend, but I refuse to think about that now.

All in all it really isn't as horrible as I seem to think it is. Living back in New England. The summers are great and by the end I really do look forward to the fall. There's Halloween in October, and playing dress up is one of my favorite things to do. Then November isn't too bad, with Thanksgiving to plan for and look forward to. December is spent planning, decorating and shopping for Christmas. New Years used to be a highlight but now than I'm married with child and OLD to boot, it's really just another night. Then comes January and February. The two longest, darkest, coldest months of the year. Right around January 2ND is when I start saying how much it sucks here and how I want move back to a warmer climate. I sleep more and I'm always tired. I have very little energy and what I do have comes only from sugar or sugar water (coffee), which in turn, adds the unwanted lbs to, not only, my waistline, but my hips and ass. Those two months alone seem to last half the year, in my mind.

But then March rolls around. Ahh...March! And I start to get excited, however the first two weeks are basically a slap in the face..or a kick in the ass...take your pick. A nasty reminder that...FUCK...it's still winter! By the middle of the month, though, things start to change. The lakes and ponds are thawing out... it's still daylight while I'm cooking dinner...I can go outside in a heavy sweatshirt and my nipples don't freeze and fall off. I get the spring cleaning/organizing bug AND the energy to actually do it! I break out the flip flops. I may not actually wear them yet, but I break them out anyway and set them by the door in preparation. Right around March 15Th is when I start to remember all the reasons why I love it here and why it will always be home, no matter where I end up in the future.

So there.

Half Nekkid Thursday - #38

Wanna know why everyone's gettin' nekkid?? Click the link above and visit Osbasso to find out.

I'm late for another date.

I'm still struggling to get back into the swing of things. Too much to do...so little time...but yet I aways find myself coming back. So, better late than never ...number thirty eight in my half-nekkid journey......the photographer....

My first attempt at sculpting...

...a one of a kind doll. I've been wanting to do this for about 6 years. I've wanted to sculpt something for much longer than that. Why, on earth, it takes me so long to get with the program, I may never know. But I've gotten with it over that last week and wanted to post some pics of my first try. Please keep in mind (she?) is still in the very beginning stages...so her head isn't quite the right shape yet and she's got a pretty bad case of the mumps...I mean bumps. I was more anxious to see if I could get the facial structure and features right...or close to right...than I was about smoothing out my clay.

So...here she is for all to see and judge...(READ: PLEASE, don't really judge me, cuz i'm very sensitive and if you hate her and tell me it'll probably scar me for life)

If you wanna see...

Here's the link for anyone who wants to take a peek at the babies. I'm not sure if all the pics are still there by I know the most recent two are. Enjoy!

Dream Babies

Nothing of any importance

Just a warning. This is going to be completely random. My brain doesn't have any desire to keep organized thoughts today so dive in at your own risk.

How come I can put the same exact amount of water in my oatmeal one day and it turns out thick...and then another day it turns out watery? The SAME amount of water. How is that possible?

I know I've been slacking as of late. Is this anything new? No. Of course not. I tell myself I have nothing to say, but that's not completely true. I will, at times, throughout the week find myself thinking..."I should write a blog about this or that or the other thing"...usually times when I'm NOT sitting at my computer. Then two days later when I actually have the time to write about this, that or the other thing, I realize it was a really stupid idea to begin with. Not that most of my rantings aren't stupid anyway, but at least I don't think so when I'm in full blown blog mode.

Anyway. It's raining out. On one hand that's a good thing. I've had sinus headaches for the last three days because it's been sooo dry. Rain=humidity so I've gotten some relief. On the other hand my brain requires sun to function on a normal level. Without the sun I just kind of walk around in circles like a dog looking for a good place to shit. Yeah.

I had a panic attack yesterday, in the shower of all places. I usually don't talk about them because most people don't get it. They don't know what they are. They don't understand. They look at me like I'm a fucking lunatic. And in the end I end up feeling worse than I did before I said anything. I don't really care right now though. Anxiety is something I live with daily, but I haven't had a full blown panic attack in a LONG time. (and yes, I do realize that was the second time I used "full blown" in the same blog. I may even use it again, so prepare yourself) The main theme behind all of my panic attacks is, well, fear, of course. FEAR. Irrational fear that somehow manifests itself into physical symptoms. I can't breath. I start to go numb, my heart beats out of my chest, my hands shake, my legs get weak, and I either sweat or turn a nice pastey shade of dead. It didn't last long. As quickly as it came...so it went. Why, though? Don't know. No fucking idea. Up until that point I was having a pretty good morning. It came from nowhere. And although I'm now able to recognize it for what it is, midstream, there is still a small part of me that doesn't fully realize what has happened until it's over. When my husaband came home from work, I did what any rational self medicating person would do. I went out bought myself a large bottle of Piccala, a pack of smokes and a trashy celebrity gossip magazine. Hey. I KNOW how to take care of myself.

On a happy note, lets talk about money. I'm making some. Finally. I'm 99% sure it has everything to do with my kick ass Nikon showing it like it is. MY dolls have been averaging $350, with my last one selling for $847. Yeah. You heard me. Why on earth anyone would pay that much for a doll is beyond me. Way beyond me, but I'm not complaining. I am, however, worried. Worried that once they receive it, they'll realize it doesn't actually shit, piss or breath...and be disapointed. Ah well. We'll see. I certainly didn't twist anyones arm to cough up that much dough for a few pieces of painted vinyl. It's not making me rich, but it's certainly a profitable part time job now.

My son took his first shit in the potty the other day. It was a very big deal and a complete accident. It was half out when I put him on the seat and it just kind of plopped out. How's that for painting a pretty picture? Told you. Random. Next I may talk about hemorrhoids. Then again...

I guess that's all I have. And I'm off...probably to go walk around in circles again.

Have a great weekend!