Everyone needs a fleet of flying monkeys to rip the stuffing out of the annoying people in their lives
— Laura

Mardi Gras

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While avoiding watching the Super Bowl yesterday, I was flipping through channels and came upon a rodeo. Cowboys. Lots of cowboys that looked perfectly sane, yet were riding bulls with names like “Widow Maker”, “Satan’s Fury”,” Imma Gonna Kill a Cowboy” Okay, I totally made up that last name, but you get the picture. I watched as each cowboy wrapped a braided rope around and around the one hand attached to the bull and thought “Wow, I don’t think I’d attach myself to a mad bull like that.” Mine would be more like a rip cord. I sat there and watched one after another cowboy attempting to stay on these bucking pissed off animals until  a buzzer would sound. Then it happened. A cowboy started getting tossed around like a ragdoll and then when he hit the ground the bull kind of fell on him. I did an ouchy face sitting there and while the rodeo clowns ( which are probably the only useful, unscary clowns in the world, by the way) were distracting the bull, the battered cowboy was just laying there, motionless and in a strange position. The crowd was silent and the announcer  said , “I think he’s hurt bad. I don’t think a person’s foot is suppose to be up beside their head like that.” And sitting there on my couch I said aloud, ” Unless you’re a cheerleader or a porn star.” I then changed the channel to watch a ‘Saved by the Bell’ episode. Hey, didn’t Screech do porn?

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Intermission


I have beeen reminded by a few people that I haven’t blogged in a long time. I’m a very bad person, I know. I shall try to do better. Until then, keep checking back, enjoy the links and the occasional photo added to Flickr. 

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