My Counter IS a Bastard!

The poll is up and over on the right. You are voting on the caption for this picture... not 'above' but this one, of my hubby sucking on my nephews pacifier, or his 'bite, bite' as he calls it.



I really want to thank all who participated, and all who stopped in to check it out. I also especially want to thank those who referred people over here. You ladies are an awsome bunch of chicks! I have had a blast with this and it was VERY hard to pick just five for people to vote on!!! Ya'll are some funny people! I will be running another contest when this one is over.. just because it is hilarious!
Now, go vote for your favorite and help me choose a winner!

There’s this cool little thing with my stat counter that shows me what keywords someone used to find me through Google. Well, I saw that someone had indeed typed something in and found me with it! Well, I have hit the big time being listed on Google Search haven’t I? So, I clicked to see what keywords someone had used and this is what I found.



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See, my counter is a bastard after all. He talked to his buddy the search engine and told him about our argument and my threat to do a porno show, so they teamed up together and thought that was funny. Guess that will teach me to use better tags huh?

Today was another day in paradise. I got up this morning and picked up the living room, dusted the furniture which is a daily chore with the road in front of our house, and then set about to do the laundry. Which, of course means that I need oh… I don’t know, water? I guess there is air getting in our line somehow and the pump fizzes every time you try to use it. So, I would start the washer and go back to get the clothes out and it would still be only a quarter full and the water was off. I would go out and kick the pump, climbing into the ‘black hole of death’ and then go back and start the washer again. After about forty minutes I would go back and try to take the clothes out only to have to do the process over again. For my first load it took me about six times kicking the pump to get it done. Finally it worked itself out and I was able to get another three loads done only having to kick the pump about six or seven times to get them done. Rediculous!


I went out to check on my ‘maters’ and they are getting big. Still green but if I can manage to stop picking them to make Fried Green Maters (Thanks Robyn) then I may get some to actually eat that are ripe. And, heaven forbid that I actually can some! *Gasp* The potatos are doing great and it looks as if we will have a ton. I am not sure what we will do with them actually. We inadvertently cut out the peppers and the corn didn’t come up. Neither did the Kale and Collard Greens. The peas are petered out but the green onions are great! I learned a lot this year and next year am planning to do things a lot different.

As I was doing my chores I kept hearing this ‘blooooop, bloop, bloop!’ and couldn’t figure out for the life of me what it was. I kept looking after I would hear it but I couldn’t find it. I would hear it and it would sound like the answering machine but there was no message. Then I would hear it again and think it was a cordless with the battery dying but it wasn’t that. Then I would hear it and thought ‘Wait, that’s my cell phone!’ only it wasn’t that either. BLOOOOOP, BLOOP, BLOOOOP! Damn, it must be moms cell. Nope! I was at a loss. That was all the phones, answering machines and whatnot that I could think of. Finally it started to drive me to drink and before picking up the wine cooler I figured I would try one more thing. I turned off the TV and stood still. Forever. Finally it Blooped again and I could hear it was coming from the bathroom. What the hell? There are no electronics in my bathroom. I go to investigate and still can’t find anything. So, I stood still and listened. Forever. Blooop, bloop, bloop! Ohhhhh!




That is my old cell phone that holds the key to the universe, all of the information that I have been too lazy to switch over to my new cell. How it got into the bathroom I will never know and how it got there, under that washcloth I have no idea. I think that Wilber, the giant mouse that my brother told me lived in the crawlspace under our childhood home, got out and took my phone and put it there. Damned Wilber!

Now, on to pictures.



"*Sniff, Sniff* Jeez son, didn't I tell you to go before we left the box?"



"Sorry Ma!"



"I'm to sexy for my fur, too sexy for my fur, so sexy it huuurts"



"Stop! Hammer time!"