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Monday, September 20, 2010

What happens when the bed Rockets are Used

And I thought my last hotel room was bad. This is what happens when you use those bed rockets .... For those following along the view from the stall tour you will get that reference :)If you don't read the how it all started article. The Funny pictures and events that started it all.

Last Stop.....well it may be...

Says one stop but should be last stop .... It is across from the luxury open air "organic " hotel ;) 
And If you do stop there, you are not going anywhere... Notice the gas!

The Phone Of Doom.........

Internet Fax

The Phone of DOOM... Located at the creepiest hobbit motel!
My first thought is no one living or staying at this place had a quarter or whatever it had gone up to to use this phone.

The only thing intact outside the Dwarf dwelling oddly enough was a pay phone...... If in fact anyone does stay here... ummmmm funny I think they will not have a quarter.

Mmmmm It;s a restbroom

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Dear Dr. Pepper, I Need A Hand Job - (video) to open my soda!

Dear Dr. Pepper, I Need A Hand Job - (video) to open my soda!Please make it loose enough so on days when I am overly stressed and I really want to be a pepper too, I can be Dr. Pepper.... Please

Friday, September 10, 2010

This is the "Best of Everything" from the The Good

Amazing giant size donut. That are absolutely amazing :) Thank you to
the amazing Gina Robertson ( photographer) and Tom Spencer( musician)
for spoiling me:) and being two of the most incredible people I
know !! That is a fact!!!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

When crickets attack...

So I try to be a"nature lover" and save the cricket that enters the
house in the wee hours..... Why is a cricket even up at this hour? And
why is he waiting at my door?

So I do my duty to try and save him, capture him and do a "release"
back into the wild.... Or at the very least back onto my porch. Not
because I have a special desire to let more moths in, bur because
someone once told me it was bad luck if I killed a cricket ......

Well so off I go trying to sneak quietly around the house to capture
the green beast ( by beast I mean a smallish size , more than likely a
hyper infant , hence the late hours, or perhaps a dwarfed teen
cricket , which explains the sneaking out. Or rather sneaking in. )
So I am trying to be silent as not to wake up my college age daughter
and her friend , who just drove from NC to surprise me and see my
show. Woot woot.

Live on the main stage.... Tammy ... Tammy to the mainstage.... And
there is the pole... And lord knows , even at my age, I am hanging
onto the stripper hair as long as possible. Until I get to that "short
hair age" not sure what the age is but it happens... Honestly have you
ever seen an old lady with hair to her ass? No I did not think you

Uh oh all that and wrong stage turns out it isn't my first time as a
stripper on the mainstage ..... It is in fact a comedic performance.
Well come to think of it , it would be comedy either way and perhaps
even more amusing to see me on a stripper pole rather than a mic....
Hopefully both my stand up and strip tease are equally comedic .

So I try to capture the mini cricket . Sneaking up behind it and of
course like with ALL stupid ideas... It attacks. Not the normal I am
gonna jump then hide. But more the I am going to jump and jump and
jump and jump and land on the giant trying to capture me over and
over.... Causing the giant to jump. So now we have me quietly
screaming and jumping. Out of control cricket which I am only saving
because someone told me if I killed a cricket it was bad luck ... I
also don't eat turkey sandwiches for lunch because I have convinced
myself thst I will fall fast asleep if I do....

So jumping noisy lucky cricket , jumping giant screaming
internally .... When I realize it isn't a cricket at all. I look for
Pinocchio or Geppeto and realize it isn't Jimminy at all but a
grasshopper..... So I squished it.... Only bad luck there was for the
grasshopper and the fact I don't drink .... Ha!

Ok no crickets were harmed in the creation of this story ....