I am but a simple admirer of the profound grace and beauty of the feminine form. Surely there is no greater proof of divinity in the Universe than the majestic and graceful subtlety of this, the most perfect of all creations.

Now that I've demonstrated the width and breadth of my feelings about all things female in these two diverse, yet related posts, I can begin to plot how I shall request a photo of our new Cellarite as proof of her provocative statement regarding the displacement of said mammary appendages. :)

lol :)

another stevie ;)

Mr. chainsaw and I own a dogwalking/pet sitting service.

And, I saw a guy get shot in the face when I was in high school.

I was walking to lunch one day, and a guy on a bicycle got hit by a pickup truck. It ran over his head, killing him instantly. Seeing this, I didn't feel anything -- not revulsion, not sadness, not fear. Just kind of blank. That worried me for quite awhile. I thought people were supposed to get hysterical when someone died unexpectedly right in front of them.

I got an e-mail at work a few years ago, saying that the cops in the alley would be there for a few hours while they finished conducting their investigation. And that the body parts of the person who jumped off the 12 story roof would have to lay there on the concrete in the alley until they were done.

You could almost hear a stampede as everyone in the building ran to look out the windows that overlooked the alley. It dismayed me that so many people viewed it as entertainment. I needed to visit all of the rooms in my department to do some sort of inventory, and I made a point of not looking out the window at the mess out there. Later in the day, a secretary that sat just outside my office made several phone calls to all her friends to tell them about it, and what she saw, and that it really didn't bother her. Really. It didn't. She later called her daughter and sobbed over the phone.

I was pretty sad that day. The idea that someone had such a bad life that they saw no hope. That they got nothing enjoyable out of life. It was just sad.

That's when I realized how selfish it is to do something like that. This jerk who jumped off the building left an almost visible aura of negative vibes around our building for a week or so. It impacted the lives of hundreds of strangers. Not a lot, but it brought everyone down. It made me feel bad for him, but also angry.

chainsaw- did you go into shock like mrnoodle?

mrnoodle- I am sure we all go into shock when things like that happen. That safe numb place that allows people in places like Iraq and Ireland to carry on.

glatt, that is so much like me. The way I think and carry on.

Anything I have to spell in shaving cream is spelled correctly :P
( for first graders )


The only other blog forum I participate in is DiviantArt.

I dont understand the fascination with Boobs?

They get in the way when they are any bigger than a B cup, they bounce uncomfortably when you run.

The only good thing is the reaction like Elspode :D makes getting things done very easy.

I belong to stumbleupon too. I don't know what to call it.

It's not like a community. It's more like a hiway. A bunch of people passing by your page and you them.

Anyone that has firefox should get it. I find the neatest pictures this way.
http://ski-do.stumbleupon.com/

I don't need an extension to find cool pictures. I have xoxoxoBruce for that. He rules.

xoxoxoBruce is definitely the king of cool pics :D

like he needed it. . . .:neutral:

I have always been a rediculous tom boy... but I was a cheerleader when I was 4

But, we don't have to wear them... we just get to play with them and watch them bounce. :p

I have led a very interesting and varied life. (I am a real FL Cracker, few know what that means.)
However, the interesting thing for now is that I live in constant chronic pain and am ok with it; though I really dislike the pity it generates in others.