Because I can't make decisions on my own…and I like to share with you guys.
Any thoughts on any of these for the best damn toga party. Ever. ?
Welcome to the studio in my head.
Because I can't make decisions on my own…and I like to share with you guys.
Any thoughts on any of these for the best damn toga party. Ever. ?
Building my callouses:
Rippin' em off:
Backstage jitters:
How were you punished as a child?
In the way children should be punished. My mom tore up some asses. This whole, you can't spank your kids crap is part of the reason that kids have gone freaking wild as far as I'm concerned. Mind you, my dad never (or maybe once) gave us the belt. I guess either mom was the designated bad guy or dad might have been too strong for such stuff.
Once, my mom turned into a ninja. I had neglected to do some cleaning that I had been warned (probably several times) about. Well, MommaShyner called me down to my room. She jumped out from behind the door and proceeded to put the smackdown on me, ninja with a belt style. Yeah, I got punished, but I think that even then, within a day, we were laughing about it.
Ah, the good old days.
<grrrrrooowwwllll>
That's my stomach, good people. No need for alarm. Why is she making such noise? Probably because she wants to be fed but has no self-control whatsoever. She'll just keep stretching and stretching and saying "Feed me more!" I had to put the kaibosh on her fun. I do, after all, have goals. (Which I will now list for my own good. Feel free to bloop-bloop-bloop, as PittGirl would say, past this part if you wish.)
The Shorts – In the next six months
The Mids – Six months to one year
The Longs – One to three years
The circus is in town. I might need to hit the lottery sooner so I can do/see all the circus I want. 🙂
Ha! Vox just decided that I was done and posted this, so I guess I'm done. Have a great weekend, all. And please, whatever you do, don't forget……
ROCO!!