Meet and greet at 500!

Reblog Meet and Greet

Anna's avatarAnnas Art - FärgaregårdsAnna

We’ve now reached 500 followers on this blog. I say WE because all of you is a part of this journey.

Lets celebrate with a cake and a meet and greet session.

Tell us about your blog in the comments and visit others who do the same. Don’t hesitate, feel free to promote your blog.

Grab a piece of cake and thanks for being her on wp and visiting my blog.

I try to visit yours as much as I can :)

Have a great day all of you!

Anna


Have a piece of cake…

…and grab the last cookie!

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Ask Auntie Linda

sun hatSince I do such a stellar job and my own life is perfection itself, I have decided to make my wisdom available to the masses.  I will be happy to address your problems and straighten you out in a minute flat.  No charge, whatsoever, for example:

Dear Auntie Linda,

My mother-in-law hates me.  We have been living with her for three years since we are both in school and only work part time.  Our student loans won’t cover car notes, credit cards, and rent.  She keeps saying we could take the bus, but the people on the bus are losers.  I don’t want to look like a loser.  I think it’s selfish of her to expect us to move out when she’s got this nice, big house all to herself, anyway.  Her snide remarks are starting to get to me.  What can I say to make her like me?

Sweet Sue

Dear Sweet Sue, If you really want her to like you, say, “Thanks for all your help, Mom.  We sold both our fancy cars and got one economy car, negotiatiated for a lower rate on our credit card and cut it up.  We’re each picking up five more hours a week at work and moving into a small apartment close to campus.”  She will love you.

Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda,

My wife is always too tired to have sex and complains constantly about having to do all the housework and take care of the kids.  Half the time she doesn’t even get my lunch packed right.  Most of the time she’s in sweatpants when I get home.  Am I supposed to work forty hours a week and come home to this?  What do I do?

Mr. Right

Mr. Right,

Try this!  Vacuum!  Nothing is sexier than a man holding a baby and vacuuming!  And no,  you should not be able to get away with just forty hours a week.  I guarantee your wife is up before you and still does at least five more things after you say you’re going to bed.  Give some thought to making your own lunch.  She might just see the error of her ways.

Auntie Linda

Be sure to send me your problems and I’ll get you fixed right up!

Joke of the Day

boy or girlTwo women were sitting in the doctor’s waiting room comparing notes on their
various disorders.

“I want a baby more than anything in the world,” said the first, “But I guess it is impossible.”

“I used to feel just the same way,” said the second. “But then everything changed. That’s why I’m here. I’m going to have a baby in three months.”

“You must tell me what you did.”

“I went to a faith healer.”

“But I’ve tried that. My husband and I
went to one for nearly a year and it didn’t help a bit.”

The other woman smiled and whispered, “Try going alone, next time, dearie.”

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Vagina, Boobs, and Poop (Part 4)

‘Reblog of an previous post. #4 in series of 12

lbeth1950's avatarNutsrok

surpriseThis post has nothing to do with Vagina, Boobs, and Poop.  I am doing a post on crazy things my mother has said and done and wanted to see if this garnered interest.  Mother is sensitive about her age and height, so I can’t mention the fact that she is past eighty, and “not tall,” but besides that, has said and done some interesting things.   (Links to part 1,2 &3 below)

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He Ain’t So Dumb

Joe took his monkey into a bar.  Not surprisingly, it went wild, jumping behind the bar, grabbing the snacks, before finally jumping to the pool table, and interrupting the game by swallowing the pool ball.

The bartender imagewas furious.  “Man, control your animal!”

“So sorry, I’ll pay all the damages!”  With this, he grabbed his monkey, paid the damages, and left.

Unbelievably, in less than two weeks he was back again and turned the monkey loose, just like before.  Again, it went wild, tearing the place apart, snacks all over the place, glasswear smashed.  The monkey broke a jar of maraschino cherries, popped one up his butt, then pulled it out and ate it.

“Man are you crazy bringing that idiotic monkey back in here?  Didn’t you learn anything at all last time?”  yelled the barman.

“Take it easy!” said Joe.  “We’ve been working on this. He ain’t so dumb.  He still goes wild and tears up the place and eats whatever he wants, but now he measures it first.”

Identify this plant?

I saw this plant in Haddonfield, New Jersey.  Can you identify it?  It was about five feet tall and covered in bumble bees.  image

Vagina, Boobs, and Poop (Part 3)

repost of an old post. 3rd in a 12 part series

lbeth1950's avatarNutsrok

surpriseThis post has nothing to do with Vagina, Boobs, and Poop.  I am doing a post on crazy things my mother has said and done and wanted to see if this garnered interest.  Mother is sensitive about her age and height, so I can’t mention the fact that she is past eighty, and “not tall,” but besides that, has said and done some interesting things.   (Links to part 1&2 below)

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Vagina, Boobs, and Poop

Just Jot It January – Pingback Post and Rules

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Joke of the Day

Why are you yelling that?

A contractor was speaking with a woman about her job.

In the first room, she said she would like a pale blue.

The contractor wrote this down and went to the window, opened it, and yelled out “green side up!”

In the second room, she told him she would like it painted in a soft yellow.

He wrote this on his pad, walked to the window, opened it, and yelled “green side up!”

The lady was somewhat curious, but she said nothing.

In the third room, she said she would like it painted a warm rose color.

He wrote this down, walked to the window, opened it and yelled “green side up!”

The lady then asked him, “Why do you keep yelling ‘green side up’?”

“I’m sorry,” came the reply. “But I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street.

Say It Ain’t So

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