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Friday Foolishness – Happily Ever Hereafter Edition


Today’s Music: Marshall Crenshaw – Someday Someway

ZOIKS! I didn’t know it was possible to be this tired and tense, but still be functional. And yet I am.
Pity.
And since I was still functional this week, I got to read some great posts! Kid Free Living told a hilarious bungee cord story that had me rolling, both in laughter and sympathy pain. NBI’s creative writing keeps getting better.
And Ginger Snaap graced us all with another excellent poem.
Finally, Claire nominated me for a Sunshine Award! Why? No clue. But I do know she has one of the coolest sites in the sphere. So you should really check her out.
Thanks to them and all of you. Though I’ve only been able to spend a little bit of time in the sphere lately, it’s definitely been quality time.

But last week, we engaged (as we do every Friday) in a light-hearted waste of time. That’s right there was a poll. And with poll questions come answers.
We asked What you do to stay cool. And here’s what you said. (As always, my comments are chillin’ in italics.)

To stay cool, I don’t talk to priests or politicians.
(Have you thought about taking them on a balloon ride? It’s cool up there, and a great use of all the hot air!)
BettyRants.blogspot.com
(Coolest spot on the web!)
Stand over the AC vent whilst wearing a skirt, duh! Snaapily Gingerlicious
(You’ll be cool. The rest of us will feel our temperatures slowly rise…)
dress like The Fonz and go around fixing things with my fist (WordsAndOtherThings)
(You’d seem cool, but I can’t see a leather jacket being comfy summer wear…)
yup – that’s it – Im moving to Iceland buddhakat
(Why is there no “CoolandComfyLand”?)
or maybe AK?!?!? buddhakat
(I’m guessing you’ve never heard of Alaska’s summer fighter jet mosquito problem?)
stay nekked. Lilly
(Stay??? You were nekked all year???)
hibernate. Lilly
(I always thought that was a winter sport.)
Make Bear sleep on the other side of the house. Red.
(That’ll make you physically cooler, but won’t tempers get a bit hot?)
stay in my very own country. Just yesterday, my feet were ice cold. Cool. NBI
(PARTY AT NBI’s PLACE!)
just keep being me, babe. And I remember to wear shades, even indoors.
(I’m torn between a Risky Business or a Saved By The Bell reference…)
Play hockey, the coolest sport on ice. John Phillips
(Sure, until the ice melts…)
Do nothing. I can’t possibly be cooler than this. – Hotspur
(Never thought you’d give up without even trying…)
Visit my vacation home on Hoth. Carrie Cannibalistic Nerd
(Nothing like kicking back with a juicy Tauntaun burger and a delicious drink from the cantina!)
head for the Fortress of Solitude and enjoy the cold icy air
(Waitaminute -Clark told me I had the only key!)
I spritz myself with a light coating of liquid methane. Linda V
(Switching to nitrogen would be a cracking idea! (see what I did there?))
rent out a meat locker and live there for the summer (Madame Weebles)
(Steaksicles for dessert. Yum!)
try (but fail) to emulate El Guapo Stay Abnormal
(Trust me Rich, you are so far past me on the cool scale, it’s embarrassing.)
attend an orgy full of Eskimos. – calahan
(I think that’s gonna melt the igloo…)
bite into a York Peppermint Patty. –BrainTomahawk
(WE HAVE A WINNER!!!)
Hang out with Bohemian poets, Daddy-O KJ
(Creful – the Patchouli oil smells even stronger when it’s heated!)
More limoncello please. (Frank)
(Is limoncello normally served over ice?)

Congratulations, BrainTomahawk! Never let it be said that the classics go out of style!
And from the offered choices, the most popular was at tie! The two most voted were would do things for a Klondike Bar. You know. Things… and why would I want to be cool when I’m smoking hot?
So congratulations to all you…odd folk too!

Which brings us to this weeks poll. Which almost didn’t happen.
I’ve been a bit overextended the last few weeks. With little hope of it lightening up in the near future. Makes me wonder if I’m not running myself into the ground. And what will happen after that.
So I’m asking you, fellow Guapolians. What happens when it all ends, when the final curtain is drawn and the next thing happens. What then?
You tell me. But tell me before 2359 EST on 26 July, because that’s when this one ends.
And if you leave a way to identify you in an “other” answer, I’ll link back to you next week.

And to entertain you until we come back around, enjoy these.
Continuing with the random theme of “Oh, this person was funny!”, here’s Rodney Dangerfield

and Sam Kinison on marriage. There’s a bit of cursing here. And yes, TMWGITU had no problem with me using this clip.
So there.

Have a great week everyone. See you on the…oThEr SiDe… oooweeeoooo

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The Splendiferous Soliliquation of a Selebratory Sirthday


Today’s Music: The Beach Boys – Good Vibrations

There are five letters in the name Sandy. Each of those letters encompasses a world of wonder about a fantastic blogger named (coincidentally) sandylikeabeach.

To celebrate sandylikeabeach’s birthday, I was going to write in her style of the Stream of Cosciousness Sentence.
But it would be a sad effort compared to the mistress of it.
So instead, I’m going to pick a letter of her name: S. because that’s where it all Starts.
Sandylikeabeach was one of the first bloggers I met when I started. And I can’t tell you how lucky I was. Right from the beginning, I could see she could be both Silly and Serious (sort of), Sublime and Supportive.

But there’s so much more to it than that. Sandy’s posts range far and wide (and wide and far), telling about her Steps on the dance floor, or her creative mischievous streak where she encourages you to Steal. (But in a playful way, so no one does jail time.)


If she isn’t where you expect, she might be out on the Sea, paddling away, or maybe passing a week just Sitting in someone’s house.

As for me, I’d just like to wish her a happy birthday, and think she’s relaxing with a nice drink, Sleeping on a beach that is sandyasablogger.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SANDY!!!

P.S. – The adverbial/adjectival story continues with the rest of her name!!! (You didn’t think it could all be contained in one post, did you?!?)

The Party Goes On at Kayjai’s!!!

And catch the whole thing!!!
S ______A ______N ______D ______Y

Happy Birthday, ODNT!


Today’s Music: Rick Springrfield – Don’t Talk To Strangers
Note on Today’s Music: Because she really loves this stuff.
Another note: According to Mags did a great post(read as: saner and more coherent than mine) for the birthday girl. You should all check it out here.

I smell cake. Or is it cheese? CHEESECAKE!!!


You started your blog with a simple request,
About something you wanted to get off…on your chest.
You took us to meet the doctors who knew,
told us about a surgeon who made one out of two.
But then, something else came up.

With your usual wit and all of your humor
you told us that you had a tumor.
While you searched for the perfect breast answer,
It turned out that it wasn’t cancer.
And that was a great relief.

Since then, you showed us the meaning of chagrin.
Shared a letter to your bff,
Mr. Alec Baldwin.
Introduced us to Milo the cat,
Wrote some of this and some of that.
And the most embarrassing Disney story ever.

It’s almost a year since you set up online –
What a year, and how!
Told tales of naked mole rats
And you’ve got your own cow!
Which really only leaves me
One more thing to say:
To Old Dog New Tits,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

And many more wonderful years to follow.

While this ode in your honor
doesn’t come with cheese or a hamster,
In closing, there’s a question
for which we’d all like an answer…

saline or silicone?

Happiest of birthdays, Michele, and keep on rockin! I’ll keep following your story wherever you decide to take us!

Hot And Spurious


Today’s Music: Rupert Holmes – Escape
Note on Today’s Music: Because I know he hates this song. hehehe.

(if you’re wondering what’s going on, check here.)
Many of you follow the refreshingly bizarre Edward Hotspur. So you already know he has a thing for Unicorns pissing rainbows. Here’s why. Sorry Hotspur, had to borrow your style for this one.

He was sitting around a campfire, enjoying his gassy beans- no wait, he was enjoying beans and then the gas that followed. He’d taken off his riding boots to relax, setting them to warm next to the fire. A unicorn burst into his campsite setting off mayhem among his compatriots.
They ran around in confusion, dodging the uriney torrent of warm rainbow issuing from the unicorn’s nethers. Only Edward kept his head about him. He reached for a boot, still with its spur on.
Billy Joe Bob Mellissa Jr yelled “You can’t drive off a unicorn with spurs!”
“You can when they’re red hot!” shouted back Edward. He took the boot from the fire, and jammed the red hot spur into an engorged opalescent unicorn testicle.
The unicorn turned bright red, squeaked, and darted off into the woods to find some bactine.
And that’s why he’s known as Edward Hotspur.
True story.

Now let’s take a musical break, from someone I was recently introduced to by Mr. Hotspur.
This is Miyavi. He is the hottest chick I’ve seen in a while. (Yes, it’s a guy.)

Scenes From The End Of The Post
I’m writing this at my desk as the sun streams through the windows. You’d think it would be wetter if it was streaming. Unless you’re streaming porn. That could be wet. Unless it’s home improvement porn. Lots of sandpaper. Probably not so wet.
Hold on, boss wants me to do something. Ok, I did something. I told him I wasn’t going to do it. That’s something, right? Might be the last something I do here, but still.
So where was I? Oh, at my desk. So it’s where I am. Can you have been somewhere and say you were there if you’re still there without having been gone anywhere?
Wait – My brain hurts.. I have to stop channelling Edward Hotspur, today’s flashmob victim honoree before my head explodes.

You should check him out. It’s like no other blog you’ve seen.
Rock on Hotspur, and keep on blogging!

Oh, and buy His Book

In closing, I would just like to say…
Salma Hayek.

Lets Go For A Ride!


Today’s Music: Phoebe Snow – Shoorah! Shoorah!
Music Note: Found this song through Joan Osborne’s album Bring It On Home.

Some people see Wheelchair. She see Opportunity!

There are bloggers who show up and read pages, then drift silently back into the ethernet.
There are bloggers who show up, leave a comment and disappear, never to be seen again.
Some bloggers post stuff they made up, or copied from somewhere else, or just sort of ramble.
Some of them tell you surface stories, or hint at things but don;t really go below the surface or let you in.

Today is the birthday of someone who does none of those things.
In the short time I’ve known her, she has embedded herself in the lives lucky enough to be her online friends. She responds to every comment, starts conversations, and keeps them going with her wit, her charm, and her genuine interest.
Put up a post that you had a bad night, and she’ll give you 50 comments to cheer you up, drawing you out of your funk.
Post that you did something silly, and she’ll follow you across the blogosphere, hounding you until you can’t help but laugh at yourself.
And you’ll thank her for it

I don’t remember how I stumbled across her blog, but I’m glad I did. There are very few people that put themselves out there like that. But she does, and brings you along for the ride.
Want to play games with other bloggers? Yeah, she’ll do that (check the comments!)
Want to play in a flash web mob? Yup, she’s got it covered.
Deeper thoughts? Go evil, and be glad you did? Stunningly played
April Fools joke? Yep.

But it’s not just fun and games.
I’ve seen her hunt and track people down when they were having problems, just to cheer them up. And follow up, just to lend an ear.
She also doesn’t shy away from describing when she has a problem, and she is ridiculously brave about explaining them to us and answering questions about them.

I don’t know how I got on her good side, but I’m glad I did.
And I would never want to be on her bad side.
She takes her Evil seriously.
And stalks like nobodies business!

It was a good day when I met her, and they’ve been good days ever since.
So join me if you would, in a heartfelt sincere wish:
Font size: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBBLER!!!
And I hope every day is as bright and shiny as you are, and as you make mine.

Coolest villainess in the sphere!


(Oh, and if all that wasn’t enough, she’s even got a new blog now, Not Hobbling Now!)

A Snaapy Post


Today’s Music: VeggieTales: The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything Silly Song (NOTE: This is probably the Only. Time. Ever. I will post one of these songs. It was ridiculously painful)

As the world spun earlier today, and time crept forward across the planet, something happened. Something Magical.
The date changed.
And it became 30 April. The world became engulfed in the unstoppable march of this date, and the world reveled in it.
Why?
What’s so important about 30 April?

It’s Ginger Snaap‘s birthday!!!!
Get out your sunglasses, because shininess reigns for a solid 24 hours!

He's celebrating.

Actually, shininess always reigns where Ginger is. Whether trash talking with the soccer moms, or pointing out the errors of his ways to Mountain Man, Ginger is just a bundle of joy.

Ginger unwrapped her present early.

Who can resist her wit? Her kindness towards crazy people? (She’s their leader!) And her weekday twitter dance parties?
Truly the stuff of legend, much like the woman herself!
So join in the celebration!
Let yourself go!
And if people are blinded at your joy today, well, that’s just Ginger Snaap’s shininess reflecting off us all!

Yeah, too bright even for him.

Or maybe they’re blinded by the awesome dance moves.

Doin' the happy birthday dance!

Happy Birthday Ginger Snaap!