Finally! I’m pain free at last! And I’m ready to shout to the world…

I’M BACK!!!

Heh! Now whether that’s a good thing for you or not, remains to be seen. But, I feel great! So … Yee Haw!

This morning I rose to meet the day with a smile on my face. I took my son to school early, (he had some make-up work to get done), and then I came back home. After feeding my dog, I then lit up two of my simmering potpourri burners … cinnamon apple, mmm … good stuff. I put my “Eddie and the Cruisers” cassette into the deck, cranked up the sound and then went to town on my exercise glider. What fun! I reached my goal of two miles and I plan on doing another two this evening. Eventually, I hope to work up to six miles a day, (or more), time allowed.

It’s been a rocky year as far as my health has been concerned … racked with mind numbing pain far too often. But, I have a good feeling that will all be a thing of the past. So, after gaining a good ten pounds or so from the lovely (sarcastic tone here, btw) meds that the doc put me on, I’m ready to fight and gain my true self back. Friends and family have told me that I look just fine, I don’t need to lose any weight, but … you know, they just don’t understand. It’s not a matter of vanity, It’s a matter of what weight level I feel healthiest at. And by golly! … I rather enjoy feeling energetic and capable of conquering the world! Don’t you? So that’s my goal … (he, he) … I’m gonna be healthy enough to conquer the world.

Now, as the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon-apple wafts through my senses and Gregory Abbot’s mellow tunes croon out to me, (Eddie finished his set), I’ve decided to settle in for a bit of writing today. Damn, Gregory’s a bit distracting though … I’m feeling the urge to get up and dance about my living-room. Yeah, okay … um, I’ll be back shortly. What’s a couple of turns on the dance floor gonna hurt?

Whew! That was exhilarating, ya oughta try it … go on, crank up the tunes and act a fool. What a fun way to start the day.

And now it’s time to open Word for a round of keyboard creativity … OMGosh! I just realized something funny. When I opened Word, as usual my little doggie Office Assistant popped up, which made me think I really could go for a change. You know, he’s getting to be a bit of an old hat, I need something new to aggravate me as I type away. You know, a new animation to offer suggestions at just the wrong moment, and to sit on top of the one portion of the tool bar that I need to use, thusly having to move his hind side in order to get to it … eh, gives one something to gripe about, I suppose. Anyway, when I right-clicked on him I noticed something that caused me to rethink my callus nature. Did you know that the “Dog” assistant is named “Rocky”? Go figure. Our family pet (dog) is named Rocko. Perhaps I shall keep Rocky after all.

Okay, sorry … big, fat, hairy deal … says you. And you would be correct in saying such, as that was rather lacking in the entertainment department. So now I will attempt to gracefully bow out … (Stacy offers a chagrinned smile and inches backward in a low bow … as the screen fades to black)

Have a grand day!

Toodles,

~ Stacy ~

A blind man wanders into a lesbian biker bar by mistake.

He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a drink. After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, “Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?”

The bar immediately falls absolutely quiet. In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says, “Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it is only fair — given that you are blind — that you should know five things:

1. The bartender is a blonde woman with a baseball bat.
2. The bouncer is a blonde woman.
3. I’m a 6-foot-tall, 185-lb. blonde woman with a black belt in karate.
4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weightlifter.
5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.

“Now, think about it seriously, mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke? ”

The blind man thinks for a second, shakes his head and mutters, “Nah… not if I’m gonna have to explain it five times.”

“Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement; then it becomes a mistress, and then it becomes a master, and then a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster, and fling him out to the public.”
-Sir Winston Churchill

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There are many things to be thankful for on this holiday of giving gratitude. I will but name a few …

I’m thankful for new friends and those that are tried and true.

I’m thankful that God blessed me with a wonderful husband and five adorable little munchkins.

I’m thankful for my family, because without them, I wouldn’t be who I am today.

I’m thankful that I live in America.

I’m thankful that my mother-in-law enjoys hosting Thanksgiving dinner. Yeah, that’s a bigee! I don’t have to cook. “Thanks Gladys!”

There’s more, so much more …

But, I really must go … I hear a plate of turkey and taters calling my name.

This one comes straight from a blonde in Ireland, as told to my Irish friend, Mat Larkin…

A blonde and a red-head are walking down the street when the red-head sees her boyfriend coming out of the florist with a big bunch of flowers.

She says, “Oh, shyte … my boyfriend is getting me flowers again”

To which the blonde responds, “What do you mean, don’t you just love flowers?”

“Oh yeah,” says the redhead. “I love the flowers. It’s the spending the next few days on my tummy with my arse up in the air that I hate.”

To which, (somewhat puzzled), the blonde asks, “Oh … don’t you have a vase?”

(chuckle) Now that’s a funny blonde joke. Dontcha think?