What Lies Behind The Truth

I have this blogger friend, Bodacious Boomer, who stole this little thing from someone else.  I actually think it was an award of some sort, but hell, I don't need an award to do something.  I enjoyed her post so much, I'm stealing it, big fat shocker there, and no I didn't get her truth right.  What does this mean?  She's a pretty damn good liar, that lady is.  I'm hoping to use my mad lying skills to the test here. 

I will be giving you 5 things that I have done in my life.  4 of them are lies, one of them is the truth.  Take your guess in the comment section.  A few days from now, I will reveal the correct answer. 

1.  I have been on TV

2.  I once traveled on an airplane under an assumed name.

3.  I was an awesome potty trainer.

4.  I was beat up by another girl from a different school.

5.  I was kicked off a ride at Six Flags for being to fat.

Think you know me well?  We shall see.

My Son Josh

 I almost didn't do a Saturday Centus this week.  The prompt was a hard one.  But I mustered my courage and did it.   Remember the prompt will be in blue.  Once again I have to thank Jenny for being the mean person that she is.  (I kid)  As the plane approached, Sam remembered back to the day he sent off Josh. When had he grown so old?  His childhood, teen years, graduation.

Then Josh told him he had enrolled in the Army. “Oh Josh, I am so proud, yet so scared”, Sam told him that day.

He remembered waving goodbye as he went off to Iraq. Tears streaming down his face.

Tears were falling again, as the casket was rolled off the back of the plane. “Oh Josh”, he cried, as he bent to kiss the flag that draped it, “I told you I’d catch a grenade for ya”

War is hell.

Oh No They Didn't - Frack You Friday

It's time to get our frack on.  And do I ever have a few that are getting the double finger, hope you have one pubic hair pulled out at a time, whammie.

Thanks Christy and Boobies for hosting this fine meme.

I follow a blog that is written by Noelle called Because Nice Matters.  She is one of the sweetest people I have ever not met yet.  On her post the other day she brought up a comment that someone had made on the following link.  It is about a 7 year old little girl named Kate McRae who has brain cancer.  She was diagnosed when she was 5.

http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mcraekate

Anycommentslater, on Noelle's post on things she learned over the weekend.
Here is what she put.  I did ask for her permission to use it.

"If you read a heartbreaking blog about a little 7-year-old girl who has terminal brain cancer...

DO NOT...and I repeat...DO NOT leave a comment suggesting that the parents have angered God by eating meat.  Do not imply that the cancer is God's punishment.  Do not suggest that if the parents apologize to God and refrain from eating meat in the future, God might have mercy on their little girl and heal her."

So, with that said, a big ole, double whammie flip off to whomever wrote that comment.  I did go look through a weeks worth of comments to find the exact comment.  (there were over 3000) I just think people are mean and vicious.

I also follow another blog.  I'm sure a lot of you do.  It is Lori at Random Ramblings of a SAHM.  For those of you that don't, 7 weeks ago her husband committed suicide.  She has been very upfront talking about it on her blog.  Apparently there are commenter's that are vicious to her as well.  Blaming her.  Honestly people.  What in the hell is wrong with you.  Any type of death is hard on you.  Suicide is even harder.  My grandfather committed suicide.  My mom was 7.  To this day she has a hard time with it. 

Another big round of double finger, up your nose with a rubber hose, to the commenter's that are vicious on her blog.  Leave your mean spirited comments to yourself. 

While I'm at it.  Any "anonymous" commenter's out there.  Frack you.  If you don't have the balls to leave your name, do not spill your venom on people's blogs.  You  are probably miserable in your own life.  I get that.  You don't need to be toxic to others. 

Breathing, Breathing. Breathing.

And because I can't leave you in a bad frame of mind.  Here is my last thought of the day.

Channeling My Inner Pink

 This song has been rolling around in my head since Saturday.  Why you ask?  Well, I've channeled my inner Pink. 

Of course, she's young and skinny and very, very rich.

Me, on the other hand, thinks I'm young and skinny.  I got extremely tired of my hair hanging in my face by Saturday last week.  Went in to Evette and said, let's go short and sassy. 

To say I went totally off the wall for me is an understatement.  Hubby's reaction, "it's short".  (I did warn him)  The guys at work love it.  Go figure.  One of these days I'm going to get it to stand straight up like Pink's.  Of course, she has hairdressers that do it all the time, and mine has natural curl.  But hey, come this spring and summer, I'm gonna rock the short hair and tats. 

What?