Monday, February 1, 2010
CARMEN
I need to introduce to you a wonderful woman, fellow blogger, writer and mother Miss Carmen Rios. Carmen is launching her new business, the Pink Pixie Princess Pregnancy Prevention Program for adolescents and young adults. I think the name speaks for itself and I believe it is a very worthy cause for personal and generally obvious reasons. Please see her blog for information and/or to find her contact information.
ALSO, Carmen texted me this evening with the most interesting of text. Remember the little contest going on here with the photos. The ones you would try to figure out why they were significant to me. If you go to the keyword 'Random' or just click on that link, it will bring up the various photos I posted.
Carmen texted me with the CORRECT answer to the very dear to me, heartfelt significance of these pictures. Can you? As promised (if she so chooses) I will write a blog post (on her blog of choice - either this one or The Fat Chick Weigh) on a topic of her choice. ANYTHING she wants. (within reason and decency of course)
And I will do it for you too. IF you can guess the answer. Go ahead. Give it a shot. Nothin' to lose and it's not really that hard . . . Or is it? Just somethin' fun (a mind puzzle per say) to take up any spare time you may not know how to fill.
ALSO, Carmen texted me this evening with the most interesting of text. Remember the little contest going on here with the photos. The ones you would try to figure out why they were significant to me. If you go to the keyword 'Random' or just click on that link, it will bring up the various photos I posted.
Carmen texted me with the CORRECT answer to the very dear to me, heartfelt significance of these pictures. Can you? As promised (if she so chooses) I will write a blog post (on her blog of choice - either this one or The Fat Chick Weigh) on a topic of her choice. ANYTHING she wants. (within reason and decency of course)
And I will do it for you too. IF you can guess the answer. Go ahead. Give it a shot. Nothin' to lose and it's not really that hard . . . Or is it? Just somethin' fun (a mind puzzle per say) to take up any spare time you may not know how to fill.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Neglect
I know I have been neglecting my blog over here. I guess it's because I am so wrapped up with my blog OVER THERE. LOL You know the weight loss blog. In any case I have another photo coming up soon and I'm sorry, until someone guesses it correctly I cannot divulge the meaning. Until Friday . . .
Friday, January 15, 2010
History of ‘The Sad Chronicles of Clem Cadiddlehopper’
History of ‘The Sad Chronicles of Clem Cadiddlehopper’
By Clyde Cadiddlehopper
*For the record, Clem Cadiddlehopper is my 16 (almost 17) year old sister.
Clem was born on March 29, 1993 to – my mom and her – stalker. Do you feel as though you are reading this wrong? Well you’re not. Now stop asking telepathic questions and follow along.
Clem entered the world and my life as the only Cadiddlehopper baby ended. Thhhhwwhhhaaack! Cut off clean was my spoiled existence when my mom’s stalker cut the umbilical chord. Or did he? I don’t know. I doubt he could be trusted with scissors, especially medical ones. (They’re sharp)
Clem lived a normal life until some months later when she started to roll over and I allowed her to roll off the couch onto the hard floor of a doctor’s office. Hey! I was only like . . . 8, or 9, or 10. Who can remember? This was probably what started the Sad Chronicles. That fateful day that I let her drop 2 feet to her doom.
When Clem got older she developed the ability to leave planet earth through unconnected neurons in her brain. I take direct credit for this as well, as the crash on the doctor’s office floor probably disconnected the neuron’s that allowed this ability. She always chose to leave her body at the strangest moments; goofing around with her dad, sitting next to the stove with her aunt, and on the swings. I’m not sure what she was thinking, but one minute she was there and the next she wasn’t.
Clem also developed squirrel tendencies as she grew up, leaving trails of breadcrumbs and the like in her wake where ever she went.
Then the aliens from the other planets she visited told her that everything on our planet was wrong and so for every action Clem made, she had to ask our mom if it was okay? Drop some food on the floor. Is it okay to eat it? Are you sure? Will it make me sick? Are you sure? Got dirt on my shirt mom! Get it off! Oh, it’s okay? Are you sure? Shouldn’t I change it? Are you sure? I heard a lot of ‘are you sure?’ I wanted to give her a – anyway . . .
It was decided, unbeknownst to Clem or me as she grew up that she would be exempt from certain activities such as making her own food, cutting her own food etc.
To this day she is still forbidden from using sharp cutlery, drinking out of glass cups and sporks. Sporks are a no-no.
Clem lives a full life, during the wee hours of the night and sleeps until mid-day.
That is if you consider mid-day two o’clock PM. She spends her time planning to take over the world through technological mediums such as the internet, cellular phones and television. She has constructed her own food pyramid with 3 major food groups. Diet coke, gum and chocolate. Everything else is superfluous except for the one thing she will leave the house for, 3 crunchy supreme tacos fromtoxic hell Taco Bell and the book store where she will add to her ever growing visual assistance aids that we call books to help her in her mission to take over the world.
Will she be able to do it? With no sharp objects, not even sporks? Will she be able to DO IT? Stay tuned to find out . . .
By Clyde Cadiddlehopper
*For the record, Clem Cadiddlehopper is my 16 (almost 17) year old sister.
Clem was born on March 29, 1993 to – my mom and her – stalker. Do you feel as though you are reading this wrong? Well you’re not. Now stop asking telepathic questions and follow along.
Clem entered the world and my life as the only Cadiddlehopper baby ended. Thhhhwwhhhaaack! Cut off clean was my spoiled existence when my mom’s stalker cut the umbilical chord. Or did he? I don’t know. I doubt he could be trusted with scissors, especially medical ones. (They’re sharp)
Clem lived a normal life until some months later when she started to roll over and I allowed her to roll off the couch onto the hard floor of a doctor’s office. Hey! I was only like . . . 8, or 9, or 10. Who can remember? This was probably what started the Sad Chronicles. That fateful day that I let her drop 2 feet to her doom.
When Clem got older she developed the ability to leave planet earth through unconnected neurons in her brain. I take direct credit for this as well, as the crash on the doctor’s office floor probably disconnected the neuron’s that allowed this ability. She always chose to leave her body at the strangest moments; goofing around with her dad, sitting next to the stove with her aunt, and on the swings. I’m not sure what she was thinking, but one minute she was there and the next she wasn’t.
Clem also developed squirrel tendencies as she grew up, leaving trails of breadcrumbs and the like in her wake where ever she went.
Then the aliens from the other planets she visited told her that everything on our planet was wrong and so for every action Clem made, she had to ask our mom if it was okay? Drop some food on the floor. Is it okay to eat it? Are you sure? Will it make me sick? Are you sure? Got dirt on my shirt mom! Get it off! Oh, it’s okay? Are you sure? Shouldn’t I change it? Are you sure? I heard a lot of ‘are you sure?’ I wanted to give her a – anyway . . .
It was decided, unbeknownst to Clem or me as she grew up that she would be exempt from certain activities such as making her own food, cutting her own food etc.
To this day she is still forbidden from using sharp cutlery, drinking out of glass cups and sporks. Sporks are a no-no.
Clem lives a full life, during the wee hours of the night and sleeps until mid-day.
That is if you consider mid-day two o’clock PM. She spends her time planning to take over the world through technological mediums such as the internet, cellular phones and television. She has constructed her own food pyramid with 3 major food groups. Diet coke, gum and chocolate. Everything else is superfluous except for the one thing she will leave the house for, 3 crunchy supreme tacos from
Will she be able to do it? With no sharp objects, not even sporks? Will she be able to DO IT? Stay tuned to find out . . .
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Blogger Issues
Anyone else having blogger issues?
My blogger updates just updated me with all the posts I made in the last 24 hours daying that I posted them only an hour ago. Uhh, no.
Lemme know if you are having issues too? Then I won't feel so alone.
My blogger updates just updated me with all the posts I made in the last 24 hours daying that I posted them only an hour ago. Uhh, no.
Lemme know if you are having issues too? Then I won't feel so alone.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
OH MY GOD
There is a People of Walmart site... WTF?
I have to put my faves here but click on the link above to enjoy more insanity.
The caption below this pic on the site says, 'I have a feeling her kids are always on their best behavior. I guess that’s what happens when you have a professional spanker for a mother.' but that's a flippin' dude!
The caption below this pic on the site says, 'Did you look at that shirt before you put it on and honestly think it would fit, or did you put it on in 1997 when it did fit and just decided you were set for life?' - Poor guy, he can't see over his belly to know that his shirt just doesn't fit anymore.
The caption below this pic on the site says, 'For my own sanity, I have to assume that she is shoplifting pork roasts in her shirt. Simply because there is no possible way those are what you think they are. They can’t be, I refuse to believe it. Don’t try to reason with me.' - yeah, I don't have anything more to say on that
The caption below this pic on the site says, 'I think he has a onesie on…like a gangster leotard.' - again 'nuf said.
Yeah, so check out the site if you're lookin' for some serious laughs. My eyes are still buggin from some of them. WOW! (((Shakes head to clear it)))
I'll be havin' interesting dreams tonight!
I have to put my faves here but click on the link above to enjoy more insanity.
The caption below this pic on the site says, 'I have a feeling her kids are always on their best behavior. I guess that’s what happens when you have a professional spanker for a mother.' but that's a flippin' dude!
The caption below this pic on the site says, 'Did you look at that shirt before you put it on and honestly think it would fit, or did you put it on in 1997 when it did fit and just decided you were set for life?' - Poor guy, he can't see over his belly to know that his shirt just doesn't fit anymore.
The caption below this pic on the site says, 'For my own sanity, I have to assume that she is shoplifting pork roasts in her shirt. Simply because there is no possible way those are what you think they are. They can’t be, I refuse to believe it. Don’t try to reason with me.' - yeah, I don't have anything more to say on that
The caption below this pic on the site says, 'I think he has a onesie on…like a gangster leotard.' - again 'nuf said.
Yeah, so check out the site if you're lookin' for some serious laughs. My eyes are still buggin from some of them. WOW! (((Shakes head to clear it)))
I'll be havin' interesting dreams tonight!
One More Photo . . . Random of Course XII
No one seems to be guessing anymore, so I'd just send out a little reminder. If you can guess the significance of this photo, along with the other 11 I have posted I will dedicate a blog post to you and ANYTHING you want. Got a blog, a product, a website, a somethin? I'll promote it. Feel passionate on a specific subject, I'll write whatever you want me to about it. ANYTHING - well except porn... but I'd hope my readers know that's a given. So, any guesses? Anyone?
Photo Time . . .
It's been a long time since I updated you all with photos of both Buzzy and Breezely. So here they are, a photo albums worth (almost) of photos. Please enjoy . . .
Buzzy enjoying the new push and ride car that her Nana and Chief got her for Christmas
Waiting to be let in from outside...she was quite wet from puddle stomping
Puddle stomping
Really bad exposure of a really cute pic of Breezely trying to eat her sister
Breezely Nuzzling Buzzy
"Here sissy, I'll hold your baba for you . . ." She's really devising a scheme to get the bottle away from Buzzy to keep it all for herself
No one said you could get this close . . . now move your big head over there
Buzzy: I'm only smiling because the camera is watching, otherwise I'd be pitching a fit
Breezely: I want the blanky, come to me blanky
That is the most fantastic thing I have ever seen in my life . . . can I eat it?
Bad exposure . . . sweet girl
Good exposure . . . my little possessed child pitching a screaming fit
Oh, there you are again with the camera again . . . I'll smile if you get out of my face
That flash was insane, I almost went blind and it has directly affected my mouth! Look at what it did to my mouth!
Drool and bubbles while playin' in the bouncy thing. Can't get better than this.
Isn't it time for food yet?
I'm gettin some static on the radar monitor
Dreaming of cotton candy and sugar plum fairies
No my daughter does not have a mustache... lighting though would beg to differ
NAKED BABIES
Buzzy: Hey Breeze your boobies are bigger than mine. What up with that?
Buzzy: This stupid arm just won't go away! Take it off!
Breezely: I've calmed her about the arm issue, but she still has issues
Buzzy: Why are Breezely's boobies bigger?
Buzzy: Maybe I can steal em when she's not payin attention
My big bellied, big boobied, dark haired, dark eyed, pillow dwelling munchkins
Breezely: If I never move mom won't remember I'm here
Buzzy: If I close my eyes and imagine bigger boobies
The Booger Shot
Thankfully, all's clear
Wow, wow, Wow
Before I post anything else I have to post the link to Of Mice & Ramen and this specific post. Anyone who shops at Walmart regularly know how truly true all that you are about to witness is. Especially here where I live...in Hobo-WhiteTrash-Ville.
Onto another topic . . . Art.
He's acting . . . nice.
He wants to take Buzzy and Breezely and me on a week long vacation to Disneyland and our hometown in California.
He wants to take us to Las Vegas in September.
He wants to buy us stuff and keeps asking to do so.
Who am I to say no?
Now I know what you're thinking. Okay not really, but I know what I thought when I first got the invitation. He's going to take us away and kill me and kidnap the girls. I watch too many movies. Read way too many books. Part of me still is mildly anxious about the possibility but then I remember who he is. Yes, he has a temper issue. Yes, he has qestionable beliefs but he's never physically hurt me (intentionally) and he'd never do anything but the best for his girls.
So, in February we're going to be driving the 1000 mile treck from Washington to Socal. 2 days and 2 nights at Disneyland and then the 45 minute treck to our hometown. Meet up with some people we knew, eat some food we miss and head home. Yeah, sounds good to me.
In other news, head over to The Fat Chick Weigh to hear about my weigh in today. Good stuff there.
Ciao!
Onto another topic . . . Art.
He's acting . . . nice.
He wants to take Buzzy and Breezely and me on a week long vacation to Disneyland and our hometown in California.
He wants to take us to Las Vegas in September.
He wants to buy us stuff and keeps asking to do so.
Who am I to say no?
Now I know what you're thinking. Okay not really, but I know what I thought when I first got the invitation. He's going to take us away and kill me and kidnap the girls. I watch too many movies. Read way too many books. Part of me still is mildly anxious about the possibility but then I remember who he is. Yes, he has a temper issue. Yes, he has qestionable beliefs but he's never physically hurt me (intentionally) and he'd never do anything but the best for his girls.
So, in February we're going to be driving the 1000 mile treck from Washington to Socal. 2 days and 2 nights at Disneyland and then the 45 minute treck to our hometown. Meet up with some people we knew, eat some food we miss and head home. Yeah, sounds good to me.
In other news, head over to The Fat Chick Weigh to hear about my weigh in today. Good stuff there.
Ciao!
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