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|2. || comment whore |
1. On blogs, a person who posts something for the soul purpose of gaining comments (usually positive) from other users.
2. One who constantly desires comments on their blog or guestbook.
A person who comments many times on one person's blog, myspace..etc.
Hmmm so actually I'm a little more of a #2 comment whore seeking other #3 comment whores, with a side of harmless blog stalker added for good measure.
p.s. At this moment I wish my life script would head a little more towards Two Men and a Little Lady rather than My Three (Grand)Sons, but either way I'm pretty excited.p.p.s. Oh my hell, did anyone see LOST last night?
My mother in law suffered from Alzheimer's and Whynot and I were her primary caregivers. I loved her very much, but there were some difficult times. During these difficult times, Millie would become very angry with me and say that she was moving to Atlanta to be with her grand daughter. It wasn't going to happen on my watch and we humored her.
Perhaps if my MIL did move to Atlanta, she'd be living in a luxurious Atlanta high rise condominiums located near Peachtree Blvd in the uptown district referred to as Bucktown.
Since his diagnosis of Type 2 Diabetes two years ago, Whynot is on this let's get all healthy NOW, to make up for the bad eating habits of the prior 53 years. (for him, not me, oh hell no I am not going to be 55 this year, no sirree!) He exercises regularly, sticks to his diet and he's managed to take off 40 pounds and keep if off. Me on the other hand, I found his 40 pounds and then some. I would make a great yo yo. Chocolate covered of course.
In his latest quest for health, Whynot read somewhere that most adults don't get enough fiber in their diet and that a healthy high fiber diet can keep your diabetes under control. So we're off to Walmart for THIS!
Which is surely the equivalent of Chinese water torture!
Next stop, the mall. For shoes. Sensible shoes. The transformation is now complete. I AM MY MOTHER.
Next weekend Whynot and I may start shopping around for nursing homes.
Overall, Life is Good. Now excuse me while I fish my teeth out of a jar.
We're going to hold off on the nursing home for a bit. I think I may need a rubber room instead! Augie Dawgs came home today with news. She's pregnant again, it must have happened on her her lunch hour, because she's not due until September some time. Guess she wasn't hummin the bo bo either. Here we grow again. Mema Part Deux!
The lucky winners are:
Blogger Rhea said...
Those are awesome. Simple but brilliant. Seriously.
Love them all...especially the little rocket ships.
January 19, 2009 1:37 PM
Blogger Letti said...
I like the quick stick boy/girl combo. Whoever thought of these are genius.
January 19, 2009 9:23 AM
Blogger Leslie said...
These are awesome! We bought them when we took a family trip to Disney. I put them on them in the airport and didn't take them off until we were home! I would LOVE to win some girly ones. I have two boys and a girl so bought puppy dog ones so they would be ok for all three kids but my little princess would love her own :)
January 19, 2009 8:58 AM
Ladies you have 48 hours to contact me with your mailing address and I will have your Safety Tats shipped to you. In the event that I don't hear from you, I will pick new winners.
A huge Thank You to Dawn at Safety Tat for making this giveaway possible. Don't forget you can use the code megryansmom09 for 15% off any order of Safety Tats.
Go check out the newly added Safety Tats. They're calling them Tween Tats, but I suspect they have something to do with this comment:
Thanks everyone for playing along!
I subscribe to Life Script Healthy Advantage and everyday I get an email filled with health tips. I thought you'd all find this one rather interesting. You're welcome ;0
How to find your G-spot.
Remember this? -ell -e have a -inner!
Let me tell you, it -as very hard to pick the -inner.
Six made me laugh so hard I -et myself.
Nine -ere soooo close.
Three made me feel good.
T-o of you got the ans-er 100% correct.
The ans-er I -as looking for -as
"No More -"
Sooooo, I took all 20 names and tossed them in the back of the red plastic fire truck. Hey, it -as the first thing I tripped over -hen I -ent up to look for a hat.
The -inner is:
Stacie, email me -ith your mailing address and I'll ship your prize -hen I get myself over to the post office. Thanks for playing!
Everyone else consider the aforementioned informational tidbit your consolation prize.
Don't forget this givea-ay! That dra-ing is tomorro-, hurry!
A Stalkers Friend in Need
Cynthiaa of Confessions of Yummy Mummy has sent me a very special request. Which I am more than happy to oblige!
I was wondering if you could give a little shout out for prayers, Kelly and Scott Stamps had their long awaited baby girl Harper today at around 7 p.m. She has been airlifted to AR Children's Hospital and has been given a "very critical condition" rating. The outcome is not looking good.
They need all the positive thoughts, prayers, and support they can get.
Confessions of a Yummy Mummy
One can't help but be moved by this! Please click over to Kelly's Korner and find out what we can do to help! From one Stalker to another Stalker..and together we can make a difference!
I studied Geography in the 4th grade with Sister Clara. A long time ago! We studied countries like Persia, Czechoslovakia, Ceylon and the USSR, which are now known as Iran, the Czech Republic and Slovakia, Sri Lanka and Armenia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Estonia, Georgia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Latvia, Lithuania, Moldovia, Russia, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Ukraine, and Uzbekistan.
So when my friends at Holiday Rentals sent me some info on Finistere I had to learn more about it. Finistere is in France, Brittany more specifically. I also learned this...Finistère has a temperate climate. Temperate, meaning NOT EXTREME. Not extreme as is no below zero winds chills and no near blizzard conditions. That in itself sounds so very appealing to me right now, as I sit shivering and watching the snow fall and fall and fall.
A little getaway would be so wonderful right now and Finistere might be just the place, with it's beautiful coastline and rich heritage. If you're also looking for a getaway, you might want to try a private rental, instead of hotel rooms and you could save up to 40%!
Sorry folks, citing unfair work conditions and low wages, Megryansmom has declared a writer's strike effective immediately.
Instead of the usual fresh and funny blog post, we bring you a rerun.
Sometimes, when I am all alone, shh please don't tell anyone. I might die of embarrassment.
Promise you won't tell?
I Google myself! GASP
Most recently, this is what I found.
ANNOUNCING THE WINNERS OF THE 'I WANNA BE A SPICE GIRL' CONTEST
Meet Glitter Gurl. Ten years old.
And she has this thing for the Spice Girls.
Well, more than a thing.
The Spice Girls are her life.
Even her nickname, Nutmeg, somehow made her destined to have a little Spice in her life.
Glitter Gurl, of J-Town, was chosen from 100 entries as the winner of the I Wanna Be a Spice Girl contest sponsored by Copley Newspapers.
She has won two tickets to Monday's Spice Girls concert at the New World Music Theatre in Tinley Park.
While many readers found the Spice Girls -- and this contest -- uncomfortable, because, after all, they are dubious role models, Glitter Gurl's mother, Megryansmom and even more parents don't see any harm in their children's pop idols. "For me it was Donny Osmond," Megryansmom said.
That's where the article cuts off, and I wasn't about to pay to read the rest of it, but fear not beloved readers. I still have 5 copies of that Sunday newspaper from July 26, 1998.
Nutmeg Spice as she appeared in the article.
It was especially sweet to remember that little girl, filled with so much enthusiasm, because this weekend I helped her move into a dorm room. As I turned to say goodnight, I realized not too much had changed, she'll always be my little girl, still seeking to spice up her life and still wearing a Spice Girls t-shirt.
Love you Glitter Gurl! Jeem Jeems (Sweet Dreams)
If I have any male readers, go away now. Now, shoo, shoo, shoo! This post will make you more blind than Rosie and some good porn.
Are they all gone? Good, than it's just us girls. Because I have a girly tip for you. I was blog surfing and came across this. And no offense to the author, because she shares some awesome tips, but upon first seeing this I said a little, ok a HUGE WTF!
*From the Latin spav meaning spending in order to save.
This is my imagination on steroids.
No sooner than I had clicked the publish button yesterday did my creepy visitor arrived back. I called the police again. This time the officer came inside to talk to me. Then he went to talk the stalker. Then the stalker came over and rang my doorbell.
I answered the door and he flashed his credentials. I told him I could save him the trouble of sitting out in the cold and if he was investigating me or anyone in my household I would happily answer any questions.
Turns out "Tom's" real name is Tim. He is indeed a PI, looking for a missing girl named Roz, with a boyfriend who has friends in this area. I told him how freaked out I was by his presence and that he cold clearly see my entire house. He apologized and agreed to park down the street, where I can still see him if I crane my neck just so, but he can't see me dancing nakie in front of my picture window.
Oh I am LIVID! I have
an admirer a stalker of the real live physical variety. Nope not on my blog, although who knows, he may have a laptop and see into here too. No, this stalker has been parked on my street, two houses down from me for TWO days now. He can see right into my house, the whole house practically, because of the open floor plan.
Tuesday was day one, I looked out the window and saw his car and didn't think much of it, because it was similar to the car of that homeowner. He came and left a few times during the day, but I wasn't paying enough attention to notice if he ever left the car.
Yesterday, Wednesday-Day Two
I noticed the car driving down the street, past my house and all of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks. Same car, same guy! WTF!! (Yes, regardless of what I have said to you readers when I asked you to share your address with me, I AM A CRAZY PARANOID PSYCHO!) He has no business on my street, my street comes off the main street and circles right back on to it. Unless you have business here, you have no business here. I know every car on my street, I know of every person on my street. No, I am not like Gladys Kravitz, well maybe a little, I prefer to think of it as keeping my finger on the pulse of the neighborhood.
So I'm having coffee with my comatose husband and I say to him, that guy doesn't belong here. Now if I were blogging about my conversation with Whynot, this post would end right there, because I hear DEAD SILENCE. Nothingnadazilch.
Do your hubbies do that? Totally ignore you when you've gone off the deep end? What? You never go off the deep end? And why do they say "go off the deep end" I'm not jumping into the swimming pool, I'm getting ready to go bat shit postal.
I'm on my own here, Whynot is going to be no help at all. I call the police, at the non emergency number, although in my mind this is a real emergency. This guy is casing out houses to see if people are home and he's going to rob them. Only when he comes to my door he's going to kill me first. Ohhellno!!! I called the cops.
One Adam12, One Adam12. Possible 211 on The Avenue.
Less than 5 minutes later two squad cars and three officers arrive, surrounding the perps car. I know this because I am peeking through the blinds in the downstairs bathroom. Two can play his peeping game. There was an exchange of what appeared to be a driver's license, a business card and a blue folder. Some radio communication by the police officers and then they left and he stayed.
I get back on the phone and the dispatcher informs me that he is a private investigator for missing children, working for a family looking for their 19 year old daughter who has disappeared. He has a valid reason to be parked there. Really? I smell bullshit! There is no 19 yr old girl on this street!
He sat there until 1 p.m. then he left and came back around 3 p.m. at 4 p.m he left for good. I was peeking through my CLOSED blinds.
I have a message for you Mr Gray Four Door Chevy Cobalt Driver with Illinois license plates that I may publish if you continue to park two doors down and peer into my home.
Because if I see you again on The Avenue I may have to invoke my Carrie Underwood inalienable rights and dig my key into the side of your pretty little souped up four door car,
carve my name into your leather seats.
I may take a Louisville Slugger to both headlights
and slash a hole in all four tires!
Maybe next time he'll think before he peeps.
P.S. Anything Goes is having an entre card giveaway.
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