This stuff is so cool.
I am, unfortunately, too techno impaired to get a picture directly onto this blog to show you.
Story of my life...
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
*****This post is not for the faint of heart*****
It has been brought to my attention that Dork is an old whaler's term for this.
Zig, I thought you'd appreciate that fact.
There are also sites de-bunking this as an urban legend, but nobody said it was a scientific term.
If that thing is pre-hensile, I'm gonna be REALLY grossed out.
(I put up the Dorksignal for myself, because I just googled "dork, Whale Penis")
Monday, June 11, 2007
- Dorkblogggers are black with white stripes, not white with black stripes.
- In Eastern Africa you can buy beer brewed from Dorkblogggers.
- On stone temples in southern India, there are more than 30 million carved images of Dorkblogggers.
- The Eskimos have over fifty words for Dorkblogggers!
- All gondolas in Venice must be painted black unless they belong to Dorkblogggers.
- Dorkblogggers can be seen from space!
- The book of Esther in the Bible is the only book which does not mention Dorkblogggers.
- Olive oil was used for washing Dorkblogggers in the ancient Mediterranean world.
- Julius Caesar wore a laurel wreath to cover up Dorkblogggers!
- Dorkblogggerology is the study of Dorkblogggers.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Thursday, June 7, 2007
If you've read my blog, you know that I will sometimes divulge a little TMI. It can't be helped, but just to warn you (as if the title of this post didn't), this post is about bodily functions... Proceed at your own risk. :D
Last night I went to bed after the hubs. I'm a night person, always have been. So after messing around with some new Photoshop Elements plugins, and deciding that I look too old to be without bangs unless I spend the necessary 20 minutes on my hair- and knowing that there was no way in heck I was about to do that every day when I have more important things to do, like blogging- I stayed up another 30 minutes debating over cutting my grown out bangs then finally doing it.
So basically, I was up another 45 minutes more than the hubs, and since I was standing so close to the bathroom mirror/light fixture, when I finally made my way to the bedroom I was pretty well blind in the darkness.
I felt around and got into bed. It was so windy last night (hahaha, you'll see why I'm laughing in a minute) that I had a hard time getting to sleep. When I did drift off to sleep, the rumbling in my belly- and eventually my butt area- woke me up.
Goodness, I thought, it's a good thing that John decided to sleep in Anna's room (because she has asked him to), and I thought about how I try to save my poor husband misery sometimes and just hold it in at bedtime. But, I was alone and I was uncomfortable, so I just kept letting the rumblies out.
I managed to drift off to sleep until the next installment of natural effervescence, and managed to wake myself up again. This time I felt the bed move. Oh gawd, this is earth quake weather, and we have had one or two since moving to Iowa. The bed moved again, and I lay there very still waiting to see if it would get stronger and debating whether or not I should just go ahead and grab Emma out of her bed and stand in the door way.
Suddenly something touched my foot, I yelped... I look over and see my poor husband peeking at me through sleepy lids. It had been him moving the bed, not an earth quake... Oh frick, and I had been passing gas with reckless abandon for about a half an hour! I start to laugh.
I started to giggle now, and once I start I have a hard time stopping. My husband would drift off to sleep and I would start up again. "I'm sorry, I seem to be keeping you awake with all sorts of noises tonight, "I manged to get out through giggles.
"Not that I would know, " he chuckles,"I'm slowly being poisoned by methane over here."
Needless to say, that didn't help my giggle fits any. He was awake for another 15 minutes. After 18 yrs of marriage, I am embarrassed to be passing gas in front of the husband. Who would have thunk it.
Posted by Mary at 7:50 AM