New tagline
One of my favorite random bloggers, Carole of Naturally Carolicious, has been trying to find a new tagline to celebrate her new blog home. She found this site, http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk, to randomly generate slogans for her. I decided to play around with it, too. Of course, I originally started with "Broken Road," resulting in not-to-shabby taglines like "See the face you love light up with Broken Road"--but then, in a flash of brilliance, I decided to plug in "Crazy Bitch." And that's when they really started getting good...
"New thinking. New Crazy Bitch."
"There's always room for Crazy Bitch."
"Today's Crazy Bitch since 1976."
"I'm not going to pay a lot for this Crazy Bitch." <----- why do I suspect that that one will become the winner?
"Get your Crazy Bitch on."
"Get busy with the Crazy Bitch."
"Welcome to Crazy Bitch Country."
"It's Crazy Bitch time."
"Savor the flavor of Crazy Bitch."
"All Crazy Bitch, all the time."
"Come see the softer side of Crazy Bitch."
"It's how Crazy Bitch is done."
"Pure Crazy Bitch."
"All you add is Crazy Bitch."
"The home of Crazy Bitch."
And of course:
"Got Crazy Bitch?"
Any of this striking your fancy as the new motto of Broken Road? If I can narrow it down to the top 5 or so, we can turn it into a poll.
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
PS--thoughts and prayers to Eduardo
In doing some catch-up and visiting to other blogs, I was saddened to read that Eduardo's mom recently passed away. Eduardo wandered over here through Fred's blog (I believe) and still comments every now and then (unlike some of YOU bitches). ;) As many of you will recall, he won our hearts with his post about being banned from the treadmills at his gym after falling off of them--repeatedly.
A link to his blog is on the right if any of you wish to post a condolence or message of support.
In doing some catch-up and visiting to other blogs, I was saddened to read that Eduardo's mom recently passed away. Eduardo wandered over here through Fred's blog (I believe) and still comments every now and then (unlike some of YOU bitches). ;) As many of you will recall, he won our hearts with his post about being banned from the treadmills at his gym after falling off of them--repeatedly.
A link to his blog is on the right if any of you wish to post a condolence or message of support.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Carolicious
One of the blogs I've linked to is Naturally Carolicious. I know some of you periodically wander over there, but if you haven't visited recently, go. Go NOW. Carole now has an adorable son, Michael (and I mean TRULY adorable, not "that's a funny-looking baby but we'll lie and give the expected 'Oh, how cute!' response). She writes him monthly "Dear Michael" letters, and the one she just wrote for his fifth month was, so far, my personal favorite. I laughed AND cried--and, more than once, I experienced both in the course of a single sentence.
To give you even MORE motivation to your asses over there (not that my personal say-so shouldn't be enough for you, byaatches), here's a short post that had me in hysterics.
"Overheard while [her husband] reads Michael a book showing baby animals:
That's a panda! P-A-N-D-A.
And that is a zebra! Z-E-B-R-A.
Here is a macaw! M-A... wait a minute? Macaw? What the hell is a macaw? Okay Michael, if you ever see an animal with bright feathers and a beak, you call it a parrot. PARROT. P-A-R-R-O-T.
Let's see what's next. Chimp! Okay, see there again, this is pretty much just a monkey. M-O-N-K-E-Y.
I see a bright future in zoology ahead, don't you?"
Seriously, if I wasn't straight and she wasn't straight and obviously very happily married, I would TOTALLY be in love with her.
Now go, but remember: if she becomes gay and I become gay, I get dibs on her first.
One of the blogs I've linked to is Naturally Carolicious. I know some of you periodically wander over there, but if you haven't visited recently, go. Go NOW. Carole now has an adorable son, Michael (and I mean TRULY adorable, not "that's a funny-looking baby but we'll lie and give the expected 'Oh, how cute!' response). She writes him monthly "Dear Michael" letters, and the one she just wrote for his fifth month was, so far, my personal favorite. I laughed AND cried--and, more than once, I experienced both in the course of a single sentence.
To give you even MORE motivation to your asses over there (not that my personal say-so shouldn't be enough for you, byaatches), here's a short post that had me in hysterics.
"Overheard while [her husband] reads Michael a book showing baby animals:
That's a panda! P-A-N-D-A.
And that is a zebra! Z-E-B-R-A.
Here is a macaw! M-A... wait a minute? Macaw? What the hell is a macaw? Okay Michael, if you ever see an animal with bright feathers and a beak, you call it a parrot. PARROT. P-A-R-R-O-T.
Let's see what's next. Chimp! Okay, see there again, this is pretty much just a monkey. M-O-N-K-E-Y.
I see a bright future in zoology ahead, don't you?"
Seriously, if I wasn't straight and she wasn't straight and obviously very happily married, I would TOTALLY be in love with her.
Now go, but remember: if she becomes gay and I become gay, I get dibs on her first.
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