I realized that I've never shared an artistic rendition of Zube Boy with you. I decided to draw a picture of us emptying the dishwasher. Well, one of us at least.
In other news, I have my head so far up my ass these days that it's nearly made its way up through my digestive tract, and will likely soon be erupting out of my mouth. Whatever the fuck that means. I'll tell you what it means for you, though. I'm still sucking with responding to your comments AND checking your blogs. I'm sorry. Life first, I guess.
I'm moving hundreds of people in and out of the hotel at a shocking rate. I always forget during the summer when I'm all chillin' like a villian at work just how insanely busy the winters really are. Notice I started this blog in March. And didn't post very much at that. Hence the tight relationship my head and my ass seem to be rocking.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Is This Love? Or am I Dream...Having a Nightmare?
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One thing about being busy, though. It sure makes the time go fast.
I know its not just because I'm tired... Your blog is the funniest thing I've ever read, and its going on my blog list NOW.
And I'm retarded because I just commented on an entry you made forever ago, and I didn't even notice the date.
Love the stick figures...
Ooooo . . . nudie pics of Zube Girl. You're just itching to get people to "flag" your blog, ain't ya!
As for not having time for blogging & responding & reading & such, don't stress it. Hell, I'm no where near as busy as you ski-resort-in-winter types, but have still fallen behind :)
Phil
Echoes in a Nomad's Head
you must understand 3 things to live in Colo.
1> snow seal your boots
2> the reason proerty values are so high is to make the tourists go home
3> If not for tourists, we could all afford to live there
You must meet some very interesting people. Post when you can. :o)
I am glad that I am not the only person who gets pantsed by their significant other on a regular basis. Denotsko derives great, sick pleasure in doing that to me...and it is almost always at the most inopportune moments...
I can also relate to not having much time ot play online lately. I really don't have a good excuse, though:)
I'm jellin' like a felon.
Life should be first. If blogging is, you don't have a life.
I think you should give Zubeboy a wedgie. Then post an artistic rendering of said wedgie on your blog.
If your head actually does emerge from your mouth, would you please ask Zube Boy to take a picture? I'd really like to see that.
In my relationship, I'm the one always pulling down the pants and giggling something fierce. My boyfriend gets really irritated but he pays me back in farts and burps, so I guess we're even.
Don't worry about the busy winter ski season taking priority now. That's your job and until you get paid to blog (which you should!), you have to focus where you must. We understand. Just *sniff, sniff* don't forget us. We'll all *sob, sob* still be here. Waiting. :'(
Gary- Yes it does! That's kind of nice, for sure.
Lisa- Thank you! And don't worry about commenting on an ages ago post. It was one of my favorites. :-)
Phil- Heh. I just feel bad because y'all comment here, and I've been completely negligent of it.
Wall of Denial- Check, check, and check! You are so right.
Terri~ Oh, I certainly do! They'll give me blog fodder for years!
Justdawn- It RIDICULOUS how often my pants get pulled down! Actually, maybe if being home didn't = wearing pajama pants, my problem might not be so severe.
Miss Ann Thrope- I'm going to have to use that!
Junebee- Yup. I know. It's just funny how pent up I get when I don't have an outlet for all of the crap in my head!
Mother Goosemouse- I would love to see it, too. Give it another day or two, and it'll happen. I'm fairly certain.
Happy Villian- I WISH I could get paid for this. My Mom said the other day, "You should be a writer." I just chalked it up to the fact that she wants me to get ANY kind of degree. But really, how the hell is one a writer? Sounds to scary and unstable to me.
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