Sunday, January 23, 2011

My Blogger Could Use Some Viagra

Do you realize that I have taken and posted here pictures of every damn thing in my life? You've seen everything but my toilet and perhaps you've seen that too.
I am bored with myself, people, and how can you not be bored too?

Okay. Here's another question- is it just me and my computer or has blogger suddenly gotten teeny tiny? Do I have a brain tumor making the post-writing field and the comment field look much smaller or has it really become that way? I have repaired my permissions and restarted my computer and still- the same. I don't see anywhere in blogger settings to make shit bigger except, of course, for font size.
I am old. I need bigger.
Mostly.

So I'd take a picture. It's a beautiful day. But you've seen my house, my chickens, their eggs, my garden, my grandson (he's not here anyway), my husband, my dogs, my cat, my floors, my birds, my bird feeder, my trees, my kitchen cabinets, pictures of my pictures, the porches, the barn, the goats next door.
You've seen my madonnas, my seashells, my Wii avatar.
Really. What's left?
Up my nose? No. You've seen that too.

Let's face it. I need to do something new or something. Something.
Go on vacation. That would be nice. Sunsets over water. Me watching sunsets over water. I could go for that.
I could get new chickens. I am hoping that this spring one of my hens sets me a clutch of babies. That would be awesome and think of the photo ops! What is cuter than tiny baby chickens flocking around a mother hen? Not much.

I CAN'T STAND THIS TINY WRITING FIELD!

Ah Jeez. I'm just bored with myself. Maybe I need to Eat, Pray, Love.
Shit. I already eat and love.
You should have seen the salmon I made myself last night. I cooked leeks and tiny slivers of carrots and threw in capers and garlic and spinach and cooked the salmon with lemon juice and spices and served it all with quinoa with sundried tomatoes. To myself. Mr. Moon was at a basketball game.
It was awesome.
I didn't take a picture.
Now I'm wishing I had.
There are leftovers but they don't look very impressive.

So in the middle of writing this, I got a Facebook message from Freddy. He suggested that since all these blog ladies have crushes on him now, I should post the video he sent me yesterday.

Since I obviously have nothing else to post, I think I will.


Personalize funny videos and birthday eCards at JibJab!


That shit cracks me up and I give it to all you ladies who have a little crush on Old Frederick. Those other guys are friends of his. Unfortunately Devon is not one of them.

And since I started writing this, Kathleen brought over her friend Souix who is visiting and that was a joy. They ate leftover pancakes out of their hands and I felt like I knew Souix from another lifetime and I told them two jokes from the Prairie Home Companion joke show from last night.

Here's one:
Why don't lawyers take Viagra?
It just makes them taller.

Okay. Sorry all you lawyers. You know I love you.

I have to go study lines now.

Again- no Sunday Sermon from the Church of the Batshit Crazy. Just a stupid lawyer joke and a silly JibJab video.

That'll do.

I'll probably get on my soapbox at some point soon. It's almost inevitable.

I hope the sun is shining where you are. I really do.

Love...Ms. Moon

14 comments:

  1. I always look forward to your photos... I feel like we haven't seen the bottle tree in awhile. What's it up to? Have a beautiful Sunday.

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  2. Even though you never, never bore me, I wish you could have come with me and heard Wallace Shawn. I thought about you last night -- I think about you a lot, you know -- that would refute your statement that you're boring because I always forget boring stuff.

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  3. Lisa- The bottle tree is shining today. I'll take a picture soon. You're so sweet.

    Elizabeth- You're so sweet too. I wish I could have been there last night. I've always admired the man's acting and I'm sure I would have loved hearing him read.

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  4. Wow! That's a BIG WOW! Happy Sunday to me!

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  5. Wait -what?! Other women are after Freddy?? This can't do :)

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  6. It's the January blah days. Holidays over, Spring is still a ways off, everything is the same...

    I woke up this morning and wanted to go! My Love has stuff here to do, son is doing his thing and I just want to GO! Of course I run through ideas of places to go for a drive (gas prices are around $3.49 so that sort of puts me off ~ the frugal side of me), take a walk or hike (are the trails sloppy with mud? I don't want to fall!) or what?

    Glad someone else is feeling similar. If we were near each other I would call you up...ask you if you want to GO! Anywhere?

    By the way I don't get tired of ANYTHING you post...

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  7. Ha, that lawyer joke is funny.

    My boxes look the same today but the be is hemming the chair in to the computer desk so I'm having to type with my hands in the keyboard tray space bit and it's cramped. I could move the bed back, I know, but I won't behere very long and I can't be bothered. silly.

    I hope you get baby chicks! I would love that. We had them. I miss it. My son is also keen for this event to happen, he is thrilled by Owen pics and chicken pics.

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  8. I loved that lawyer joke and you don't seem boring at all to me. I always look forward to reading your blog even if I don't always comment. I'll keep my fingers crossed for some baby chicks!

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  9. there is a comforting rhythm to your blog and writing that draws me in.
    not boring. xo

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  10. You, boring???! Never. You act in movies and on stage. You have 4 children and one grandchild. You have chickens. You write your thoughts and feelings. You have a marriage. You have a life. Never boring.

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  11. The sun did shine today and I got a little sun burn. But it sure was cold this morning. It was 42 inside the boat. Thank goodness for propane.

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  12. I know that feeling. Just know this:
    a) you're not boring
    b) the whole film - thing is new, as is the Jessie - thing, as is the Truvy - thing (just some of the new things)
    c) never underestimate the power of repetition. Some things we need to say and hear over and over and over again.

    That video is funny. My father-in-law did one which was just freaky. He did disco dancing.

    I also have a joke for you which you will like. I heard it just this week. I hope you haven't heard it before.

    So this hunter goes into the woods to hunt a bear. He sees the bear and he takes aim and shoots. He thinks he got it but when he gets up to check, the bear appears right next to him and says "Hunter, that's not very nice. Now get down on your knees and suck."
    A little while later the hunter goes back to the woods, determined to get the bear this time so he takes an extra big gun. He finds the bear, gets down and shoots him with the big gun. He's sure he's got him this time but when he gets up, there's the bear who says "Hunter, that's not very nice. Get down on your knees and suck."
    Now the hunter is super-determined to kill the bear. He goes back to the woods with an Uzi, waits for the bear and fires away. Surely now he got the bear. But when he gets up, there's the bear again who says "Hunter, I don't think you only come here to hunt."

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  13. Ms. Trouble- You like?

    SJ- He's an international star. You have to expect competition.

    Ellen- I have been having the GO cravings a bit.

    Jo- Ah. Well, I'll have to do some more Owen and chicken pictures. Maybe today. Who knows?

    Lois- If the hens don't raise some, we'll buy some.

    Maggie May- Thank-you, darling.

    Lora- But sometimes I just FEEL so boring. Gah!

    Syd- Another cold morning. I hope you guys are toasty.

    Mwa- That is one fine joke. I'll have to tell it to Mr. Moon. Thanks, sugar pie.

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  14. I hate hate tony writing spaces, as well as tiny comment boxes. I put everything into Notepad first so I can see what the hell I'm doing, and then I cut and paste into the fields when I'm done. It's not convenient, so it must be the OCD.

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