tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26631212229690503902023-11-16T14:05:08.960-05:00Me - UnratedThis is me, unrated, anonymous in blogland. I have another blog somewhere out there, but regretfully, I shared that blog with family & close friends. I cannot always be completely myself on that blog. It's not so much that I'm afraid of what they might think, as I don't want to hurt feelings, or have to give my posts a second thought. So, I create this one, where I can reveal my TRUE SELF, my thoughts, feelings & opinions without judgment of family & friends. Welcome to my crazy mind!The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-26294345239169432812008-02-19T10:13:00.000-05:002008-02-19T10:14:24.733-05:00You know who you are...<p><a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics/details/3632"><img src="http://content.pyzam.com/funnypics/misc/misc2.jpg" alt="Friendship" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"></a></p>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-7870720918848045632008-02-10T14:51:00.000-05:002008-02-10T14:53:05.634-05:00Sexual Intercourse?Little Tony was staying with his grandmother for a few days. He'd been playing outside with the other kids for a while when he came into the house and asked her,<br /><br />'Grandma, what's that called when two people sleep in the same room <br />and one is on top of the other?' <br /><br />She was a little taken aback, but she decided to just tell him the truth. <br /><br />'It's called sexual intercourse, darling.' <br /><br />Little Tony just said, 'Oh, OK,' and went back outside to play with the other kids. <br /><br />A few minutes later he came back in and said <br /><br />'Grandma, it isn't called sexual intercourse. It's called Bunk Beds. <br />And Jimmy's Mom wants to talk to you.'The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-31407753245957487532008-02-01T10:31:00.001-05:002008-02-01T10:32:17.762-05:00Funnies Video I've EVER seen...I wish I could just post it, but you'll have to take <a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-02-01-so-awesomely-awesome#comment-1418759">THIS LINK</a> to it. It is FUNNY, BUT 'R' rated. Enjoy!The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-86884495345634836402007-12-24T09:49:00.001-05:002007-12-24T09:49:47.435-05:00Brittney's Sister, Y'all!<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8baqly5cVI&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8baqly5cVI&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-23806534978712302562007-12-06T12:08:00.000-05:002007-12-09T19:27:14.173-05:00IMAGINE IT'S YOU...<div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:purple;" ><span style=";font-size:24;color:purple;" >You have just made it through your wedding ceremony and step out onto the church steps The photographer raises his camera. </span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" ></span></span></p></div> <div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" > </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:purple;" ><span style=";font-size:24;color:purple;" >Following your family tradition, both of you hold white doves which you will release together. You and your new husband stand shoulder to shoulder with a dove in your hands as your friends and relatives eagerly wait. </span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" ></span></span></p></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" > </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:purple;" ><span style=";font-size:24;color:purple;" >The photographer gives the ready signal and you open your hands toward the sky. Not a dry eye in the house, the camera flashes; the moment is saved for eternity.... </span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" ></span></span></p></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" > </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-size:12;color:black;" >(scroll down)</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" ></span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" > </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYoG0BxOR4-Ia8-w_gNHW5cOKgOs01lYfGIwljeal8JJ_DPMTc008tXnNs4KednTsfWoePoZFGWOPvwL_EKn29TzxMTn33NqFlPBlzzS-mEj9eZafCg7T7CvXqvPiJR08HBPSWsL9zg0/s1600-h/ATT00018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYoG0BxOR4-Ia8-w_gNHW5cOKgOs01lYfGIwljeal8JJ_DPMTc008tXnNs4KednTsfWoePoZFGWOPvwL_EKn29TzxMTn33NqFlPBlzzS-mEj9eZafCg7T7CvXqvPiJR08HBPSWsL9zg0/s400/ATT00018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142133874726684962" border="0" /></a></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" > </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;" ><span style=";font-size:13;color:purple;" >Wedding Gown $2,500. </span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" ></span></span></p></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" > </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;" ><span style=";font-size:13;color:purple;" >Photographer $2,000</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" ></span></span></p></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" > </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;" ><span style=";font-size:13;color:purple;" >Having 'the twins' pop out and say CHEESE in front of your family and friends...</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" ></span></span></p></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;" > </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;" ><span style=";font-size:13;color:purple;" >PRICELESS!!!!!</span></span></p></div>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-48318998465367659112007-11-18T01:38:00.001-05:002007-11-18T01:38:35.164-05:00Happy Thanksgiving Y'All!<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/WorthlessTurd/Funny/HappyThanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-97980227421092942007-10-26T14:39:00.000-04:002007-11-18T01:40:04.407-05:00Yeah, my Christmas shopping is DONE...<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w97/caponeiscool/ipodtouch450.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Yeah, I'm one of those. I just completed my Christmas shopping. You see, I pick things up throughout the year, when I see something on sale (hey, we're a family of many living on one income!) or when I see something that I just know they'll love.<br /><br />I just got my hands on what the 15 year old will die for. I'd had trouble getting it, as all the local places were 'out of stock' or on 'backorder'.<br /><br />So... I need ideas on how to disguise it for the girl, so she'll really be floored.<br /><br />I'm also not all freaky about being 'fair' and spending the same dollar amount on each kiddo. Hey, if my lil one really will love a jack-in-the-box, she's getting one even though it might be a $10 gift. They each get what they want (but not everything they want!), but sometimes I'll spend much more for one kid than another. There's a good amount of years between them, so it's not obvious. Man, I love getting a deal...<br /><br />So, I welcome your suggestions on how to surprise the girl.The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-43670600803361303052007-10-19T10:34:00.001-04:002007-10-19T11:01:12.382-04:00Do you have a dirty mind?Click <a href="http://www.biertijd.com/mediaplayer/?itemid=3954">HERE</a> to take the test! Yes, you must! My elderly mother sent this to me, and it was too good not to post. WARNING...The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-6459353484677289632007-10-18T00:29:00.001-04:002007-10-18T00:29:53.387-04:00Tee hee hee<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u197/christyhoyt/funny.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-84006796183146231412007-10-11T01:35:00.001-04:002007-10-11T01:35:55.063-04:00Oh yeah baby...<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u79/ethanjordan23/hi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-7353913318245957592007-10-03T01:09:00.000-04:002007-10-03T01:11:24.313-04:00That time of the month? Oh yeah...<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k122/lara_c_2006/funnykid.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-26968183826808558492007-09-30T23:56:00.001-04:002007-09-30T23:58:50.014-04:0017 POUND BABY BORN in Russia???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ecSJxHp3CVRS2_idmLLXQxS8X_09gFnFG3NdY0fc_cX3BB7PwBEh9w3n2pSd_iIF1vFyzAT1ft8wB4lfosFiTEw1-tcYsbu8Osl4tQxdA1vwx17zRxYra9ADjmkvvHM0KqhffqpufIw/s1600-h/17lbbaby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ecSJxHp3CVRS2_idmLLXQxS8X_09gFnFG3NdY0fc_cX3BB7PwBEh9w3n2pSd_iIF1vFyzAT1ft8wB4lfosFiTEw1-tcYsbu8Osl4tQxdA1vwx17zRxYra9ADjmkvvHM0KqhffqpufIw/s400/17lbbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116212270443205794" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/articles/2007/09/27/1190486424864.html">CLICK HERE</a> to read all about it. And NO, she didn't deliver vaginally. It was her 12th kid though, I hope they installed a zipper in her belly! Too much McDonald's during the pregnancy, don't ya think? The poor kid on the right is probably thinking, 'Geez, I hope he doesn't eat me!!'The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-3207393165580899332007-09-29T11:23:00.000-04:002007-09-29T11:30:21.862-04:00UNPLUGGED - the Ipod Story<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w284/Mnm16_2007_photo/ipod.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br />Two weeks ago, I had a problem with my teen girl. She was sporting some 'tude. She was dissing me; not cool. We have a form of punishment around here, called ______ unplugged (insert offender's name).<br /><br />This means everything electronic is GONE. No TV, no Ipod, no electric toothbrush (okay, I kid on that one). No gameboy, no radio... if it uses electricity... forget about it!<br /><br />So, I took her Ipod... and I put it somewhere...<br /><br />Well, at the end of her week of 'unpluggness', she came to me asking for her Ipod. I can't remember where I put it! REALLY! It's been a week now that she could have had it, only if I knew where the darned thing is! I guess it will turn up eventually... heheheThe Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-60300013104593731792007-09-21T23:23:00.000-04:002007-09-29T14:08:42.445-04:00HELP! Broken GLASS!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjla0akAaQacGCo-DjA5xOFhcvHIB5pRoY49dHVGHxTbcZM5S0SZ3hSAd3y_UwIjKFkbDcUU2IDEdx9VywFse8GB_YWBREtsYID9E-HXUgZ2BMRKDw3aM0jsnCFNKfx2yo5WP7-IDIwEgk/s1600-h/cabinet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjla0akAaQacGCo-DjA5xOFhcvHIB5pRoY49dHVGHxTbcZM5S0SZ3hSAd3y_UwIjKFkbDcUU2IDEdx9VywFse8GB_YWBREtsYID9E-HXUgZ2BMRKDw3aM0jsnCFNKfx2yo5WP7-IDIwEgk/s400/cabinet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112864214544227586" border="0" /></a>So... I'm in the kitchen and I hear a sound... a sound that doesn't sound good. The dogs were messing around, and bumped (pretty hard, obviously) into the side of my antique cabinet. Punched a hole the size of a softball in the glass on the side of the cabinet. The BOWED, ANTIQUE FRIGGING GLASS of the ANTIQUE FRIGGING CABINET my mother gave me.<br /><br />I cried.<br /><br />Oh, I know it's just 'stuff', but I love this cabinet. It displays all of my favorite things. It's really old. I found the picture above in an Ebay ad, selling for $2,500. So I'm going to spend my Saturday, emptying it out, so hubby can put it way up, out of the way (in storage) until I can figure out how much of a small fortune it is going to cost to replace that piece of glass. And then will it be a bright, clear new looking piece of glass, and will look very different from the other 2 very old pieces of glass that are left? Yeah, probably. So I'll have to break out the other two, and replace all three. And where in the world will I get this glass??? Hubby doesn't think it's worth saving, and that's not an option in my opinion. Sentimental value. I know it's not on the top priority to get fixed, but it can sit in the attic for 20 years until we do!<br /><br />And do I tell my 70 something mother, who is on oxygen 100% of the time, who will be very sad about it, or do I say nothing?<br /><br />Damn dogs!The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-2578419328909817262007-09-19T10:44:00.001-04:002007-09-19T10:48:11.214-04:00What a bunch of crap!Last night I felt like crap, and went to bed early (9pm is early for me). So my hubby woke me up this morning, to tell me the puppy crapped on the living room floor. I mumbled that he must have done it late last night, after I'd gone to bed. I guess he didn't get let out again like he should have (that will teach me for going to bed early!)<br /><br />So this morning I get up at 8:30, go downstairs, and it's still on the freakin floor! Hubby didn't pick it up!! I know what he'll say... I didn't have time to pick it up, I was getting the kids to the bus! Let's see... how about the time it took you to come upstairs and tell me about it??? How about that??? I think you could have scooped some poop and had it all taken care of in that time, no problem. <br /><br />I am pissed.<br /><br />The poop will be right there when he gets home, I can be as much of a brat as he can! Or I could put it in his pillow case...The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-91310125648904652892007-09-14T09:31:00.000-04:002007-09-14T09:32:38.446-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3cz3zbH1b8eJAX-DjHaT2Tpfj9_3Y3vTcWPrqiORYE6BcC9s43T9tb65fiqNTKwPOxlWci8JrphoHnXWcTCwsjNb3PHhaAwCCYP3IgmeeQpQgtKm_BES0tNvDme8eEVOmRTeP6GeCfn4/s1600-h/ink.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3cz3zbH1b8eJAX-DjHaT2Tpfj9_3Y3vTcWPrqiORYE6BcC9s43T9tb65fiqNTKwPOxlWci8JrphoHnXWcTCwsjNb3PHhaAwCCYP3IgmeeQpQgtKm_BES0tNvDme8eEVOmRTeP6GeCfn4/s400/ink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110052211406594178" /></a>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-9830251965718328872007-09-11T22:24:00.000-04:002007-09-19T21:12:48.276-04:00POO EATING DOG<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u50/drmuffins/poop.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So today I went downstairs, and smelled poop. Two year old is potty trained, and I knew it wasn't me (well, pretty sure, anyway!) So I searched the downstairs - it was poo-less. What in the world???? Then the pup came around the corner, and it smelled stronger. Hmmm... he hadn't been outside to step in a pile, what's going on?<br /><br />I'll tell you what's going on... he ate a turd out of the potty! I was on the phone when DD called me in to help her wipe, which I did. I didn't want to dump and flush while on the phone (how rude!) so I left the room while she was washing her hands. I'd go back as soon as I was done on the phone. <br /><br />Well I forgot. The dog ate it, and left the toilet paper behind. <br /><br />I sent him outside, he smelled. Hoped some fresh air would help. <br />He came back in, still stinking. <br />I gave him a dog bone, hoping that would take care of the smell and clean his mouth.<br />NOPE.<br />I gave him an ice cube (he loves them).<br />NOPE.<br />I finally grabbed a handful of baby wipes, and scrubbed his stinky face. It came back with a hint of brown.<br />I then text messaged the oldest kid, to warn tell her, so she wouldn't smooch on the dog upon her arrival home from school (although that would have been funny...).<br />Damn dog...The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-80875902579659174042007-09-08T01:44:00.000-04:002007-09-12T20:14:57.297-04:00Cough... cough...<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u9/xxchazzle69xx/KittenandGod.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a>The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-89051386259083875692007-09-02T22:22:00.000-04:002007-09-02T22:50:37.855-04:00Grrr... kids!It's 10:48 pm, and 2 of my kids are outside on the woodpile, loading it into the wagon, and getting it down into the basement for winter. <br /><br />Does that sound odd? That my kids would be working at this time of night doing such a thing? We're calling it 'creative discipline.' <br /><br />We had company tonight, and just about when it was time for them to leave, 2 of my kids decided to get into a scuffle. I heard the slap as I came down the stairs. The younger one ended up with a bloody lip. It's not the first scuffle of the day even, but this slapping/punching thing is all new. Slaps & punches - unacceptable behavior, period. There's 6 years between these kids, and the older one should really do better at handling the situation, rather than getting physical. (Younger one 'irritates' the older one 'he's so annoying...' blah blah blah.<br /><br />So... DH sent them out to the woodpile. They've been out there for almost 2 hours, working together. I haven't heard a peep out of them. Oh they're going to sleep good tonight! <br /><br />You parents of young children... the fun is only beginning...The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-13600311305551931852007-09-01T13:17:00.001-04:002007-09-01T13:17:25.210-04:00Me a vegetarian? 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You can only pick one...The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663121222969050390.post-71072823746021416472007-08-30T01:04:00.000-04:002007-08-30T01:16:14.955-04:00Yup, I'm a little twisted...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z136/kingbean01/CheeseSlide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z136/kingbean01/CheeseSlide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You know you laughed...The Real Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817563713197293553noreply@blogger.com6