June 6, 2010

Messy Messy Messy

When I was growing up during the Christmas Holiday Season (yes I realize it’s almost summer lol) we would watch christmas specials that would come on. We used to get excited about it too. One of my favorites was Frosty The Snowman and it was because the magician used to say those three words that I used in the title of this blog. It wasn’t just the words but the way he said it. For some reason it would make me laugh, I was a very strange child what can I say. lol Sue 1-888-430-2010
June 5, 2010

Doing Cute

I normally don’t do the cute thing. It’s not me. NOT…AT…ALL! But I found some pictures online and just had to say AWWWWWWW lol. Almost made myself ill doing so too. Wanna see them? Why of course you do, so here they are: Okay I only put three, my favorite is the last picture because they are cupcakes. I love me some cuppycakes! MMMMMMMMMMM! I think I am going to go and make some! Stacie 1-888-430-2010
March 31, 2010

Beeeeeeert and Erniiiiiiiiie

OooOoOOoO something has happened to Bert and Ernie, and it really doesn’t look good does it? Poor guys, got some serious rot working there don’t they? Not the guys you remember from S. Street huh? I guess it wouldn’t be all that scary if you saw them coming at ya, I mean they are muppets, no teeth. In fact I’m thinking it would just feel like a deep tissue massage if they were to try to eat you. Stacie 1-888-430-2010
December 20, 2009

A Very Special Poem

I was strolling home from work just after midnight Christmas Eve Watching snowflakes softly decorate the houses and the trees, I had worked a double shift and I was tired from head to toe But I chose to walk back home instead of driving in the snow. As I hummed a Christmas song I had a picture in my head Of my children dreaming joyous dreams all bundled in their beds, And I thought of my dear wife who would be waiting up for me With a plate of Christmas cookies and a nice hot cup of tea. Then “splutt!” and object hit me and it knocked me off my feet, Then “thwack!” another struck and laid me flat out in the street. By the time a third one nailed me, ricocheting off my back, I was scrambling to a nearby bush to hide from this attack. My first thought was of hoodlums throwing snowballs just for fun And I vowed to seek revenge on them before the night was done, But it soon became apparent that this substance wasn’t snow From the fresh and pungent odor which was wrinkling up my nose. As I sat there in confusion trying to sort the whole thing out, I heard jingling from above and then a voice began to shout, And I stared in stunned amazement from my now quite frozen seat As Santa’s sleigh and reindeer landed swiftly in the street. Well Santa rushed right over and extended me a hand And his grip was quite impressive as he quickly helped me stand, Then he scowled at all his reindeer as his eyes surveyed the scene And he handed me a moistened towel to wipe my clothing clean. “I’m sorry.” he said to me, “for any harm I’ve caused you, It’s my reindeer’s fault, of course, but they insist they never saw you, And when you fly around the world with reindeer I’m afraid, That people getting hit is just a hazard of the trade.” Then he walked me to his sleigh and let me stroke the reindeer’s fur, And I thought I heard them snicker but I couldn’t say for sure, Then Santa shook my hand and when convinced I was alright, He hopped back inside his sleigh and they flew off into the night. When morning came and all my children’s presents were unwrapped I motioned for them both to come and sit upon my lap, And their eyes began to widen and they stared with gaping jaws As I spoke in vivid detail of my night with Santa Claus. My wife then brought us over one last present from the tree And she said it was from Santa and she handed it to me. Inside was an umbrella made completely out of steel With a note from Santa calling it a “Flying Reindeer Shield.” Now every year at Christmas I display the shield with lights, With a varnished piece of reindeer dung I salvaged from that night, And I gather all my loved ones and retell the tale with glee Of my special night with Santa when his reindeer pooped on me. Stacie 1-888.430-2010
September 12, 2009

Retro Mommy

I enjoy the way women dressed in the 40’s – 60’s . There is something very very sexy and appealing about it. When women knew how to be women. They always wore dresses and hats and gloves when they went out. They held themselves with grace and class. I look back at my Mom’s and Grandmere’s photos and I think they look so beautiful. What do you think? Mommy Lizabeth 1-888-430-2010
October 27, 2008

A Gift

Wouldn’t you like to receive something like this as a gift? I sure would. It has everything in it to relax. Take a nice bath, eat a cookie, put some great smelling lotion on, eat a cookie, put some soothing music on, eat a cookie. Come to think of it, the only thing that will happen if you do happen to get a gift like this is you will become fat lol. Later Taters, Stacie 1-888-430-2010
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