Showing posts with label Just being Crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Just being Crazy. Show all posts

Thursday, October 9, 2008

So HUMOR me...


Okay, so I'm totally bored and I want to amuse myself this morning, so roll with me here.

I've written many a posts about THE CONFESSIONS OF A PIONEER WOMAN site.

First of all, she was the first BIG blogger person that I found by going on one of my friends' sites and then clicking her sister-in-laws sisters site who had posted about Ree (And yes we are on a first name basis…okay, me and like 10,000 or more other readers) ROMANTIC real-life love story that she wrote about her and her Husband she calls Marlboro Man or MM for short. I really don't understand why she calls him that-maybe for the rugged effect?…because she has admitted that he doesn't even smoke. That's beside the point.

I pretty much go to her site EVERY day…she was first on my Google Reader when I discovered it and I haven't stopped visiting since.

Plus she gives Great prizes away.

So you get it right? I'm committed. And EVERY time I leave a comment.

At first my comments were nice…sweet…logical--Being NEW to her site, I didn't want her thinking I was PSYCHO…ya know, you've all felt the same way at some point, I'm sure.

Then I realized that she may READ every comment, but being as BUSY as I'm sure she is…she doesn't have time to comment back on EVERY comment. I get that. She has a cook book coming out…she has photography to take…home school to do…a ranch to help uphold.

So I thought to myself…she probably comments back only on those comments that STICK out…make a statement.

So a few months back I dedicated myself to making up the wittiest comments I could. Just to see if I could get a response.

And I get some visitors from her site every once in a while…then the wondering starts…

"Is it Ree visiting from her site? IF it is, why doesn't she leave me a comment? Just a quick 'Hello Shelle, I'm a lurker, decided to FINALLY comment' or something similar to that? It's probably just another reader who read my comment and wanted to come over to my site to see, in person, the CRAZY lady…as I'm sure I am humbly called. Yea that's probably it…"

So my point?

I've never gotten a comment from her…and this morning I was thinking…(which can be scary sometimes, this being one of those times)…Remember a while ago…like a few years ago…when David Letterman started this quest to get Oprah back on his show? Basically everyday he would give us a count on how many days it had been that Oprah still hadn't replied or acknowledge Dave's request to be on the show…it was hilarious. Click here for the clip of when she finally came on the show after 16 and 1/2 years.

So I am going to do something similar…just to humor myself.

I'm going to start a countdown to how many days Ree hasn't commented on my website--bwahahahahah…seriously, I'm dying here--let me wipe my tears from laughing for a sec.

Okay, I'm good.

Here is what I ask from you. If you EVER go over and visit Ree's Pioneer Women site…in YOUR comments will you put something like 'Hey that Shelle over at blokthoughtsnmore.blogspot.com is SO cool…you should go over there and leave a comment' or 'If I could be anybody else in the world besides myself, and of course you Ree, I would be Shelle at blokthoughtsnmore.blogspot.com--you should check her out and leave a comment!'
Something like that. :) hahahahaha! Just to help THE cause...and plus, it'd be dang funny.

Okay--I best go be a Mom now and live my everyday REAL life--I'll join the virtual world later tonight!

Love ya,

Shelle

P.S. For a REALLY good post on politics from a fellow blogger who I stalk...read this, since I'm too afraid to post ANYTHING about it! Okay I'm not really afraid, but she is just better at stating things :)

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

If I were to create my Own World it would be...

First OFF: Have you followed me yet? Left hand side bar...do it...now! :) And thanks for those that have...I'm coming to follow you also!

In my next life, not to be confused with my OTHER life, when I am nice and situated in my home with my forever family and I start creating my own worlds, I have thought long and hard of what kind of world I want to create for my very first one...

Because you know, you NEVER forget the first world you EVER created...I mean, come on, it's your first WORLD...

WORLD people!

So to be better prepared for my next life...I am preparing for it in this life.

I am going to create a world where everything's a MUSICAL! *Shriek and holler now with pure excitement*

That's right...

Don't worry, I have reasons...this decision didn't come to me like a second ago...I thought long and hard about it for at least a minute...it was excruciating because I usually can't hold the same thoughts for more than 30 seconds...so to obtain a whole minute of the same thought pattern was tiring...

Anyways...

There will still be plots, climaxes, villains, and heroes...all are necessary for a good musical...but the best part about this world is going to be the singing and automatic knowledge of all choreography!

Wouldn't it be great when you are dumping your boyfriend to be able to sing it...it wouldn't seem quite so bad if you were singing in soprano range with your face contorted to show your pain in the act of dumping with your arm outstretched to emphasize your sincerity? I think that would be Great!

And when you are at work and you have had a bad day...you start to hum...then tap your foot...when instantaneous music begins in the background, ever so softly so that it doesn't out do your emotion for the moment...and your co-workers continue to work as if they don't notice that song has broken out. But then you start to sing, because singing makes everything okay, and your oh-so-sad-face starts to break into a smile...slowly your co-workers one-by-one catch on to your singing, empathizing with you...so that by the time you get to the chorus you and your co-workers are in a full-out choreographed dance--where SUPRISINGLY...everyone knows the exact steps without ever practicing...When you finally get to the end of the song, everyone freezes for 2.3324 seconds before you slowly, one-by-one go back to what you were doing.

Tell me...could you really end up EVER having a bad day?

Your thinking...'but I don't sing in this world...why would I be able to sing in any other world'..I'll answer that for you...EVERYONE in this world can sing...and they sing well, because it will be as normal as talking is now.

Oh and if you break into song and all of sudden need a different outfit, prop, or scene...hello you get it because what kind of MUSICAL world would it be with out that kind of accomodation?

Don't worry, I've got you covered!

What better way to ALWAYS look your best...Hello...you'll be singing all the time so you have only set times to eat, so as not to miss your cue.

Plus, you will have HARD ROCK abs and body because singing the correct way is a great workout for your abs (or so my Broadway brother says)...and don't forget the constant dancing and break-out choreography...I guess I could just make it so you could automatically give yourself the perfect body with out the work...but I think for my First world, we'll try it this way...not making EVERYTHING that easy...sheesh...I'm already giving you an incredible singing voice and being able to groove and get down with your bad self without ever stepping foot in a dance studio!

Everything will be done in song...until intermission...at that point you allowed to eat and talk amongst yourselves...give your critique's what not!

Oh and there is NO depressing endings aloud in the World of Musical...no...not aloud! I like the happy endings.

Okay so that's the bulk of my thought about it...some details need to be fine-tuned, but I'm pretty excited about it...because let's be honest...

Who wouldn't? There's just something about a GREAT musical that makes you feel all happy and warm inside.

For me personally, I'm wearing corset's and pretty dresses with my well endowed self being the envy of all...but you can choose your own costume.

Shelle

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