Disney Villians Revenge

I hope VWBug, hubby Bug, Guest Bug and her baby bugs have a great time at Disney and Sea World. But, a word of caution. Be nice to the characters or they might seek revenge.






As always-click on the photo to enlarge.

Disney Villians Revenge

I hope VWBug, hubby Bug, Guest Bug and her baby bugs have a great time at Disney and Sea World. But, a word of caution. Be nice to the characters or they might seek revenge.






As always-click on the photo to enlarge.

DOT's Cooperation

The DOT (Dept. of Transportation) got wind that VW and her family were headed to the Mouse House. They quickly added signs so she would know where to go.


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I hope they have a safe trip and a fantastic time.

DOT's Cooperation

The DOT (Dept. of Transportation) got wind that VW and her family were headed to the Mouse House. They quickly added signs so she would know where to go.


(click to enlarge)

I hope they have a safe trip and a fantastic time.

Well she's off...

...to the "Happiest Place on Earth!"

Hi there! This is Richmond, here to add my .02 (Nice place VW has here... All the bells and whistles....)

Anyhoo, Disney and Sea world are two of my favorite places.

We were there doing a very similar trip in May of 2003. My observation was that right about now, every kid in the theme park has a little meltdown... Sometimes it's a big meltdown... And sometimes the "kid" is 42 years old. It's epidemic.

The cute-o-meter gets maxed out, a big sugar crash begins to kick in, it's hot, feet are tired, and you're in line. AGAIN. And for all of the fun we had, I think that this is one of my favorite pictures that we took...
VW is always posting cutimous pictures of Tater and Tot. And while this isn't a picture of my girls looking particularly cute, it was accurate.

I'm thinking of you, VW... Hope you are hainvg a great time! ; )

Well she's off...

...to the "Happiest Place on Earth!"

Hi there! This is Richmond, here to add my .02 (Nice place VW has here... All the bells and whistles....)

Anyhoo, Disney and Sea world are two of my favorite places.

We were there doing a very similar trip in May of 2003. My observation was that right about now, every kid in the theme park has a little meltdown... Sometimes it's a big meltdown... And sometimes the "kid" is 42 years old. It's epidemic.

The cute-o-meter gets maxed out, a big sugar crash begins to kick in, it's hot, feet are tired, and you're in line. AGAIN. And for all of the fun we had, I think that this is one of my favorite pictures that we took...
VW is always posting cutimous pictures of Tater and Tot. And while this isn't a picture of my girls looking particularly cute, it was accurate.

I'm thinking of you, VW... Hope you are hainvg a great time! ; )

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Tater got put into time out. Tot decided he would join him... even though the time out was due to Tater taking a toy from Tot... I'm in trouble when they get older.

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Tater got put into time out. Tot decided he would join him... even though the time out was due to Tater taking a toy from Tot... I'm in trouble when they get older.

Outta Here at 5:30am Tomorrow

You see me put it in writing... but I'll let you know, when we get back, what time we really left.

Please don't drink all my wine and cognac. Or bring some new and leave it. Please repair all holes as I don't need my sons learning how much fun holes in the wall and ceiling are at this age. They'll get there soon enough. Be kind to Richmond and Sticks.

I'll catch up with everyone in 5 days!

Outta Here at 5:30am Tomorrow

You see me put it in writing... but I'll let you know, when we get back, what time we really left.

Please don't drink all my wine and cognac. Or bring some new and leave it. Please repair all holes as I don't need my sons learning how much fun holes in the wall and ceiling are at this age. They'll get there soon enough. Be kind to Richmond and Sticks.

I'll catch up with everyone in 5 days!

Only Me

Stole this from T1G and Contagion and Ogre:

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"Nice doggy."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

Only Me

Stole this from T1G and Contagion and Ogre:

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"Nice doggy."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

Out of the Loop

First Out of the Loop Item:

Was over reading Pamibe just now and saw THIS ARTICLE.

A piece of the article:

After his show at a West Palm Beach performing arts center Sunday Copperfield was walking with two female assistants back to their tour bus when four teenagers pulled up in a black car, the police report said.

Two armed robbers allegedly got out of the car demanding the group's belongings.

Highlighting is MINE. Geeze... I live in West Palm Beach and this was not even on the front page yesterday or today of any section. Or if it was... I'm more blind than I thought.

Second Out of the Loop item is THIS ARTICLE:

TALLAHASSEE — Floridians will get a 12-day break from sales tax on many items they may need to get ready for hurricane season under a bill Gov. Jeb Bush signed into law Thursday

Yep, May 21st to June 1st. I have to remember to go and get batteries.

Out of the Loop

First Out of the Loop Item:

Was over reading Pamibe just now and saw THIS ARTICLE.

A piece of the article:

After his show at a West Palm Beach performing arts center Sunday Copperfield was walking with two female assistants back to their tour bus when four teenagers pulled up in a black car, the police report said.

Two armed robbers allegedly got out of the car demanding the group's belongings.

Highlighting is MINE. Geeze... I live in West Palm Beach and this was not even on the front page yesterday or today of any section. Or if it was... I'm more blind than I thought.

Second Out of the Loop item is THIS ARTICLE:

TALLAHASSEE — Floridians will get a 12-day break from sales tax on many items they may need to get ready for hurricane season under a bill Gov. Jeb Bush signed into law Thursday

Yep, May 21st to June 1st. I have to remember to go and get batteries.

Can You See What I See?

M took this cute picture of my boys.... All I noticed to start with was the laundry on the couch. ;-)



Did you see all 3 of my boys? Happy Dog is in there as well. Picture perfect!

Can You See What I See?

M took this cute picture of my boys.... All I noticed to start with was the laundry on the couch. ;-)



Did you see all 3 of my boys? Happy Dog is in there as well. Picture perfect!

Just by Chance

This picture came to me from a friend... and I was knocked over by a feather. It has to be Ogre! He is always talking about Llamas, posting Llama pictures... and now here is Ogre:

Just by Chance

This picture came to me from a friend... and I was knocked over by a feather. It has to be Ogre! He is always talking about Llamas, posting Llama pictures... and now here is Ogre:

Sat To Tues

What a title huh? Sticks and Richmond have kindly agreed to post an item or two for me while I'm gone. That's right, we are headed off to Sea World and Disney. Might as well give M a whirlwind tour of them as well.

Considering this is what we saw just after leaving the Everglades, I'll be interested to see how things go in Orlando!!!



Wish us luck... it's going to be interesting. And be kind to Richmond and Sticks. Though, I am just a teensy bit worried what Sticks may say about me. Hopefully she will keep it ... uhhh... in the comments. ;-)

Sat To Tues

What a title huh? Sticks and Richmond have kindly agreed to post an item or two for me while I'm gone. That's right, we are headed off to Sea World and Disney. Might as well give M a whirlwind tour of them as well.

Considering this is what we saw just after leaving the Everglades, I'll be interested to see how things go in Orlando!!!



Wish us luck... it's going to be interesting. And be kind to Richmond and Sticks. Though, I am just a teensy bit worried what Sticks may say about me. Hopefully she will keep it ... uhhh... in the comments. ;-)

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Oldie but goodie!!!

A husband and wife are getting ready for bed. The wife is standing in front of a full-length mirror taking a hard look at herself.

"You know, dear," she says, "I look in the mirror, and I see an old woman. My face is all wrinkled, my bosom is barely above my waist, and my bottom is hanging out a mile. I've got fat legs, and my arms are all flabby." She turns to her husband and says, "Tell me something positive to make me feel better about myself."

He studies hard for a moment thinking about it and then says in a soft, thoughtful voice, "Well, there's nothing wrong with your eyesight."

Services for the husband will be held Saturday morning at 10:30 at St. Anselm's Memorial Chapel.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Oldie but goodie!!!

A husband and wife are getting ready for bed. The wife is standing in front of a full-length mirror taking a hard look at herself.

"You know, dear," she says, "I look in the mirror, and I see an old woman. My face is all wrinkled, my bosom is barely above my waist, and my bottom is hanging out a mile. I've got fat legs, and my arms are all flabby." She turns to her husband and says, "Tell me something positive to make me feel better about myself."

He studies hard for a moment thinking about it and then says in a soft, thoughtful voice, "Well, there's nothing wrong with your eyesight."

Services for the husband will be held Saturday morning at 10:30 at St. Anselm's Memorial Chapel.

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

CLASS REUNION OF A 65 YEAR OLD LADY

I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24 hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body.

The last many years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday.

Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies never have pockets where you need them.

Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees...before the zipper gave out.

I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away. Okay, one setback was not going to the mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B: the black velvet caftan.

I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drugstore, the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo & conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads.

Then the makeup -- the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow...

But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.

OK - time to get ready...I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink.

I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti wrinkle, gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I set my hair on the hot rollers.


I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear.

With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matchin "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra.

I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge.

I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and kicked.

Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad.

So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?"

Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But, I was firm!


oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch.

From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind.

I quickly side stepped to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra and remembered what the saleslady said to do.


I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it
should be worn--straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups."

Easy if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy.

I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands.

Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination.

Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, "Yes, Houston, we have lift up!" My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest and I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh...why did I buy heels with buckles?

Then I had to pee again.

I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion.

IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH -YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

CLASS REUNION OF A 65 YEAR OLD LADY

I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24 hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body.

The last many years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday.

Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies never have pockets where you need them.

Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees...before the zipper gave out.

I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away. Okay, one setback was not going to the mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B: the black velvet caftan.

I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drugstore, the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo & conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads.

Then the makeup -- the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow...

But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.

OK - time to get ready...I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink.

I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti wrinkle, gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I set my hair on the hot rollers.


I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear.

With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matchin "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra.

I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge.

I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and kicked.

Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad.

So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?"

Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But, I was firm!


oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch.

From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind.

I quickly side stepped to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra and remembered what the saleslady said to do.


I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it
should be worn--straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups."

Easy if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy.

I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands.

Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination.

Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, "Yes, Houston, we have lift up!" My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest and I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh...why did I buy heels with buckles?

Then I had to pee again.

I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion.

IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH -YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!

Here Come the Alligators!

We did stop and see alligators while in the Everglades. Here are a couple of pictures for you to enjoy:



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And for some reason this one left as soon as M tried to take its picture:



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And we saw birds too:



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And lots and lots of grass. M enjoyed it and the kids were good. Phew.

Here Come the Alligators!

We did stop and see alligators while in the Everglades. Here are a couple of pictures for you to enjoy:



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And for some reason this one left as soon as M tried to take its picture:



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And we saw birds too:



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And lots and lots of grass. M enjoyed it and the kids were good. Phew.

Where's the Alligators???

It was a great trip. M took some wonderful pictures. Here are the dolphins we saw in the Everglades!!!



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I heard the question "Where are the alligators" about every 10 minutes on the boat trip. From Tator. Sigh... And yes you will get to see pictures of alligators... tomorrow!!! Gotta keep you coming back for more.

Where's the Alligators???

It was a great trip. M took some wonderful pictures. Here are the dolphins we saw in the Everglades!!!



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I heard the question "Where are the alligators" about every 10 minutes on the boat trip. From Tator. Sigh... And yes you will get to see pictures of alligators... tomorrow!!! Gotta keep you coming back for more.

Off to the Everglades

Folks, it is 6am. I am tired. I did NOT want to get up. But we are leaving at 7am to go to the Everglades. Just a quick hello to let you know we are alive. But barely.

Let's just hope the kids don't cry the whole way (and this includes my hubby) or the temptation to feed them to an alligator might just set in... ;-)

Off to the Everglades

Folks, it is 6am. I am tired. I did NOT want to get up. But we are leaving at 7am to go to the Everglades. Just a quick hello to let you know we are alive. But barely.

Let's just hope the kids don't cry the whole way (and this includes my hubby) or the temptation to feed them to an alligator might just set in... ;-)

Put That Up

Nothing like trying to get yourself breakfast when your oldest son comes to talk to you about getting a shirt on and you turned to look at him.... and he has his pj shirt off, and his pe-nis hanging out. The bottoms are pulled down just enough. Sigh.

As you tell him to go get clothes and get dressed, he runs around the house yelling. Now if I could just get him to go get those clothes. Instead he comes running back telling me he is na-ked. Oh yaa... this is going to be a long morning... is my coffee ready yet????

Put That Up

Nothing like trying to get yourself breakfast when your oldest son comes to talk to you about getting a shirt on and you turned to look at him.... and he has his pj shirt off, and his pe-nis hanging out. The bottoms are pulled down just enough. Sigh.

As you tell him to go get clothes and get dressed, he runs around the house yelling. Now if I could just get him to go get those clothes. Instead he comes running back telling me he is na-ked. Oh yaa... this is going to be a long morning... is my coffee ready yet????

How the Garden Grows

Hmpf. The garden is finished but I didn't get pictures. I thought I was going to fall over in the heat. I must be out of my mind. Doing this just so my kids can see their plants grow. Next time, I'm just sticking those suckers in the ground. Pumpkins, cucumbers and broccoli. Like any of it will survive in this heat...

Anyways... here are the pictures from when we got the first garden planted (Tater's garden).. yes, they are too close together, but I don't expect them to make it. And if they do, I will then them out some more...



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Nuts... I must be certifiably nuts...

How the Garden Grows

Hmpf. The garden is finished but I didn't get pictures. I thought I was going to fall over in the heat. I must be out of my mind. Doing this just so my kids can see their plants grow. Next time, I'm just sticking those suckers in the ground. Pumpkins, cucumbers and broccoli. Like any of it will survive in this heat...

Anyways... here are the pictures from when we got the first garden planted (Tater's garden).. yes, they are too close together, but I don't expect them to make it. And if they do, I will then them out some more...



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Nuts... I must be certifiably nuts...

Tot's Busy Week

Me? Of course I am small enough to fit in half a box. Ohhhh... you mean without bending it out of shape... that's a different matter.



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Why won't Happy Dog eat my 'pretend' food in this bowl. Geeze...



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I'm m.a.d. at mommy. I'll sit in here and mope until I feel like getting out.

Tot's Busy Week

Me? Of course I am small enough to fit in half a box. Ohhhh... you mean without bending it out of shape... that's a different matter.



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Why won't Happy Dog eat my 'pretend' food in this bowl. Geeze...



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I'm m.a.d. at mommy. I'll sit in here and mope until I feel like getting out.

Need to Meet to Eat?

Found this POST over at Random Thoughts from Marybeth.

She talks about Equidistant Eats... which allows you to enter multiple addresses and find a centrally located restaurant. Very cool.

Check it out and see if it works for you!

Need to Meet to Eat?

Found this POST over at Random Thoughts from Marybeth.

She talks about Equidistant Eats... which allows you to enter multiple addresses and find a centrally located restaurant. Very cool.

Check it out and see if it works for you!

Easter Pictures

Yaa... they are a little late this week. Let's trade lives and see what you get posted each day. blhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I am very excited about the rest of this week. We are going to see King Tut tomorrow. Then possible a trip to the Everglades on Sunday ... because we have a party to go to on Saturday. Yep... busy busy...

There are a lot of pictures... click on "More Pawprints" below to see them...

Easter Pictures

Yaa... they are a little late this week. Let's trade lives and see what you get posted each day. blhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I am very excited about the rest of this week. We are going to see King Tut tomorrow. Then possible a trip to the Everglades on Sunday ... because we have a party to go to on Saturday. Yep... busy busy...

There are a lot of pictures... click on "More Pawprints" below to see them...

An Artist

Not me! Tink, my sister. She made the following 'scrapbook page' just for fun. I think it is wonderful. I took out the kids names so it may look a little odd near the date. Definitely you need to click to enlarge it.



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Nope, I am not the artistic one in the family. I have tried to get her to blog but I can also see her changing her blog look every week. She'd never get a post written. ;-)

An Artist

Not me! Tink, my sister. She made the following 'scrapbook page' just for fun. I think it is wonderful. I took out the kids names so it may look a little odd near the date. Definitely you need to click to enlarge it.



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Nope, I am not the artistic one in the family. I have tried to get her to blog but I can also see her changing her blog look every week. She'd never get a post written. ;-)

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Tater asked for knock knock jokes. I found some HERE.

A sample to keep you going:

Knock Knock
Who's there !
Ice cream !
Ice cream who ?
Ice cream if you don't let me in !

Knock Knock
Who's there !
Water !
Water who ?
Water way to answer the door !

Knock Knock
Who's there !
Figs !
Figs who ?
Figs the doorbell, it's broken

Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
Nobel.
Nobel who?
No bell, that's why I knocked!

Knock Knock
Who's there !
Cash !
Cash who ?
Cash me if you can !

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Tater asked for knock knock jokes. I found some HERE.

A sample to keep you going:

Knock Knock
Who's there !
Ice cream !
Ice cream who ?
Ice cream if you don't let me in !

Knock Knock
Who's there !
Water !
Water who ?
Water way to answer the door !

Knock Knock
Who's there !
Figs !
Figs who ?
Figs the doorbell, it's broken

Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
Nobel.
Nobel who?
No bell, that's why I knocked!

Knock Knock
Who's there !
Cash !
Cash who ?
Cash me if you can !

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

After the egg hunt on Easter Sunday, the young farm boy decided to play a prank. He went to the chicken coop and replaced every single egg with a brightly colored one.

A few minutes later the rooster walked in, saw all the colored eggs, then stormed outside and beat up the peacock.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

After the egg hunt on Easter Sunday, the young farm boy decided to play a prank. He went to the chicken coop and replaced every single egg with a brightly colored one.

A few minutes later the rooster walked in, saw all the colored eggs, then stormed outside and beat up the peacock.

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Oldie but Goodie...

Donald Duck and Daisy Duck were spending the night together in a hotel room and Donald wanted to have s.x with Daisy.

The first thing Daisy asked was, "Do you have a condom?

"Donald frowned and said "No."

Daisy told Donald that if he didn't get a condom, they could not have s.x.

"Maybe they sell them at the front desk," she suggested. So Donald went down to the lobby and asked the hotel clerk if they had condoms.

"Yes, we do," the clerk said, and pulled one out from under the counter and gave it to Donald.

The clerk asked, "Would you like me to put that on your bill?

"No!" Donald quacked, "What kind of a pervert do you think I am?"

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Oldie but Goodie...

Donald Duck and Daisy Duck were spending the night together in a hotel room and Donald wanted to have s.x with Daisy.

The first thing Daisy asked was, "Do you have a condom?

"Donald frowned and said "No."

Daisy told Donald that if he didn't get a condom, they could not have s.x.

"Maybe they sell them at the front desk," she suggested. So Donald went down to the lobby and asked the hotel clerk if they had condoms.

"Yes, we do," the clerk said, and pulled one out from under the counter and gave it to Donald.

The clerk asked, "Would you like me to put that on your bill?

"No!" Donald quacked, "What kind of a pervert do you think I am?"

Super Pickle Boy Returns!

M is wonderful with the kids. She came up with this great mask for Tater. He loved it and still wears it every once in a while. Gotta make you smile!



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Super Pickle Boy Returns!

M is wonderful with the kids. She came up with this great mask for Tater. He loved it and still wears it every once in a while. Gotta make you smile!



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