In my dreams

I am as witty as Heather.

Happy birthday to a woman who helps me laugh.

Thank you!

The Inappropriate Yoga Guy

(For Dan)

Putting a stop to that right quick!

Horror of horrors, I realized today (six weeks later) that I was listed as a “growing blog” by WordPress. So now I beg you: STOP THE INSANITY! I don’t want to grow. I enjoy being small. Please, please, please, for the love of god and all that is holy, leave me here in my sweet, little semi-anonymous state, oh you who do not have my best interests at heart.

How famous people deal with their fame (those who do is with grace and style that is) is beyond me.

Fame scares me.

I have kids.

They are cute and highly kidnappable.

Sheesh. (Or as Charlie Brown would say, “Good grief!) Honestly.

Signed with love from,

Just a girl hangin’ out on the Internet trying to have her five minutes of fame, but not so much that any of it comes back to bite her in the butt. I’m a big chicken that way. Seriously. Be nice to me. I can’t take it when you aren’t.

Too good not to share

Randomly stumbling through the world wide web today, I found this, almost completely by accident.

Thankfully I don’t have to worry about diet pills — at least not at this point. I apparently have more of my mother’s father’s genes than my father’s mother’s. (Which basically means that my grandmother had some heft, and my grandfather was skinny as a rail until the day he died in spite of never exercising, eating three huge meals a day and enjoying a full, artery-clogging dessert after each meal, including breakfast.)

For those of you who may be considering this new wonder pill, I present to you “alli: Miracle diet pill with teeny-tiny side effect” by Angry 365. Damn funny stuff, that.

Thought for the day

“Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it.”

— Jack Canfield: Author, Chicken Soup for the Soul.

Found on the Keirsey Temperment Sorter Site

If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.

Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.

Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.

Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be.

I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.

I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right — for me.

To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and, far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences.

Taken from David Keirsey’s site, based on the Myers-Briggs personality types

Steve and Mr. Cinnamon Roll

It’s a good thing we still have our day jobs. I don’t think Comedy Central is going to be calling anytime soon. For future reference, this is Steve, my craps buddy. Details to follow.

Andrew makes me happy

For your Monday, here’s this little fella singing his heart out to Liz Phair. Watching him sing the chorus and how he makes sure to cover the background vocals are the best! (Although listening to him sing about cheating is a little disconcerting, but hey, what the hell.) Happy Monday!

p.s. While most of the youtube videos I post are mine, this one is not. Can’t take credit for it. Nope. I just can’t.

Lightening it up

This is a test, this is only a test.

Had this been an actual blog post, you would have been instructed on how to actually read the blasted thing. Since this post is only a figment of your imagination, please disregard it and go back to whatever you were doing.