tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753733768346907692019-01-12T05:12:00.515-05:00Just Keepin' It Real, Folks!Real style, real grace, real humor from a real redneck.Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.comBlogger606125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-39871238866743153442017-02-26T07:30:00.000-05:002017-02-26T07:30:02.083-05:00Redneck Red Carpet ReviewThe Oscars are tonight folks and the celebs are in full on fluff, puff and blow dry mode as we speak. The cleanses and microdermabrasions have been completed, and there ain't a pair of Spanx to be found on the shelves in the entire state of California. But sadly, with the recent discovery of another solar system, scientists say these new life forms have invaded our beloved performing artists' minds, which explains their erratic behavior of late.<br /><br />Yep, the good ol' days are gone when the most shocking thangs we saw on the red carpet were some of these epic designs:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSBEjyLPkOw/WLHoqNUBtvI/AAAAAAAAI7M/LB82kIxcRIce-q8lhGvTBSixxu7tFep1QCLcB/s1600/cher%2Boscar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSBEjyLPkOw/WLHoqNUBtvI/AAAAAAAAI7M/LB82kIxcRIce-q8lhGvTBSixxu7tFep1QCLcB/s400/cher%2Boscar.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cher 1986</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1F96wrXKO8/WLHpBgTXc3I/AAAAAAAAI7Q/m7MCK9TpfXsg0JRxW6y3HwtmDzAaGd91ACLcB/s1600/Demi%2Bmoore%2Boscar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1F96wrXKO8/WLHpBgTXc3I/AAAAAAAAI7Q/m7MCK9TpfXsg0JRxW6y3HwtmDzAaGd91ACLcB/s400/Demi%2Bmoore%2Boscar.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Demi Moore 1989</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdKAI-kI-zw/WLHpR9TZ7mI/AAAAAAAAI7U/s2iVvRQ6mDIoypxDRLtLPgz9MukmtYS0wCLcB/s1600/Whoopi%2Bgoldberg%2Boscar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdKAI-kI-zw/WLHpR9TZ7mI/AAAAAAAAI7U/s2iVvRQ6mDIoypxDRLtLPgz9MukmtYS0wCLcB/s400/Whoopi%2Bgoldberg%2Boscar.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whoopi Goldberg 1993</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w250qNFyjP0/WLHpjy_NMDI/AAAAAAAAI7Y/NJ0insqTbV4Z8SQSyWy9rOpjFHdJbiKxQCLcB/s1600/Bjork%2Boscar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w250qNFyjP0/WLHpjy_NMDI/AAAAAAAAI7Y/NJ0insqTbV4Z8SQSyWy9rOpjFHdJbiKxQCLcB/s400/Bjork%2Boscar.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bjork 2001</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orvfLN8Jb5s/WLHpva2qyPI/AAAAAAAAI7g/bKfCtOKMDnkNLf6Hdkq7ULGp5kOgjf31QCLcB/s1600/Diane%2BKeeton%2Boscar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orvfLN8Jb5s/WLHpva2qyPI/AAAAAAAAI7g/bKfCtOKMDnkNLf6Hdkq7ULGp5kOgjf31QCLcB/s400/Diane%2BKeeton%2Boscar.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Diane Keaton 2004</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4ArqzSzpwE/WLHqTCk6KLI/AAAAAAAAI7k/DWRMLSvki_kq9wnTOEb1a2n6sB39s4U9wCLcB/s1600/Helena%2BBonham%2BCarter%2Boscar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4ArqzSzpwE/WLHqTCk6KLI/AAAAAAAAI7k/DWRMLSvki_kq9wnTOEb1a2n6sB39s4U9wCLcB/s400/Helena%2BBonham%2BCarter%2Boscar.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Helena Bonham Carter 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And it's a crap shoot now what the aliens will allow to spew out of the winners' mouths when they have the honor of standing at the podium. Ya can't really count on the run of the mill thank you to the cast and crew, or a tear jerker message to Momma, or even the occasional plug to some obscure nonprofit. So for my own mental stability, I can no longer watch award shows until word on the street is that the aliens have been extracted from our celebs and returned to their own planets. Hopefully Hollywood will then return to the Hollyweird we all know and love. Until then, I prefer to remember a simpler time with my all time favorite Oscar speech:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wD2cVhC-63I/0.jpg" frameborder="0" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wD2cVhC-63I?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Pictures: <a href="http://www.instyle.com/awards-events/red-carpet/oscars/outrageous-oscars-looks#275200">Here</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-32618980804076492332017-02-15T06:30:00.000-05:002017-02-15T06:30:02.524-05:00You Can Teach an Old Bitch New Tricks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCWbDCHQOsk/WKMkXwnTakI/AAAAAAAAI6o/h8q-N-qBuEMcxHDn7tD2VV8fZA1-rWy3gCLcB/s1600/spike%2Bball.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCWbDCHQOsk/WKMkXwnTakI/AAAAAAAAI6o/h8q-N-qBuEMcxHDn7tD2VV8fZA1-rWy3gCLcB/s400/spike%2Bball.png" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hey folks, I am living proof that you actually CAN teach an old bitch new tricks. Look, even my dog is trying to get in on the action. So, this new game my 16 year old is trying to teach me is called spikeball. Check out my amazing concentration and phenomenal hand eye coordination. Uh yea, not so much. I lasted about 5 minutes and the only thing that spiked was my blood pressure. The object is to try to keep the ball on the trampoline. Let's just say anything involving me and a trampoline usually does not end well, because what goes up always comes back down. But, the important message is that I tried and realized that I'm much better suited for spiking the punch!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0T05iz3apPE/WKMox9zZCMI/AAAAAAAAI64/iIWNjsDJlhgr_GFtz4stFFM9HhKtFl_hwCLcB/s1600/pickleball.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0T05iz3apPE/WKMox9zZCMI/AAAAAAAAI64/iIWNjsDJlhgr_GFtz4stFFM9HhKtFl_hwCLcB/s400/pickleball.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even though that first attempt at learning something new pickled me off, I tried again with my friend Lisa and we ventured out into the world of Pickleball. Now I'm trying to be Kosher about it, but I feel confident we are gonna dominate this sport. It's not too sour and it's not too sweet, which is just right. If you relish the idea of a cross between tennis, badminton, and ping pong, then pickleball is the sport for you. Plus, for anyone who is middle aged, you will be the youngest person on the court by about 20 years so you really feel like a big dill. I mean why pickle on someone your own age when you can crush the competition. How's that for some spear-it? With a few more lessons I envision us blasting the Vlasic rock and getting into a few pickles just for fun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So there ya have it folks. It may take more than one try to teach an old bitch new tricks, but you're just gonna have to dill with it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-28060882493832207552017-01-08T08:00:00.000-05:002017-01-09T11:37:41.936-05:00Redneck Red Carpet Preview<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrWIqxyqgx0/WG67Y2XLcbI/AAAAAAAAI5w/Xm_BTyOq4HMpk4T6LtUoka4sZLHOSwuHwCLcB/s1600/golden-globes-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="375" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrWIqxyqgx0/WG67Y2XLcbI/AAAAAAAAI5w/Xm_BTyOq4HMpk4T6LtUoka4sZLHOSwuHwCLcB/s400/golden-globes-logo.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">I got a golden ticket, I got a golden ticket! That’s right y’all, this little ol’ redneck not only scored a ticket to attend the Golden Globes with the date of my choice, but to also dress the stud to the best of my ability. Dang, I guess my years of bein’ on the D list for my Redneck Red Carpet Recaps moved me up the food chain.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">So, the first order of business was to decide who would be my date. Of course I wanted to be escorted by a nominee, because if I’m gonna attend one of the biggest fashion events of the year, I wanna have the paparazzi in my date’s face as much as possible screamin’ and hollerin’ for him to turn this way and that for a photo op. But how can a girl possibly choose between such amazing nominees like Ryan Reynolds (swoon), Denzel Washington (classy), John Travolta (icon) or Bob Odenkirk (quirky)? It sucks to be me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Then after surfing the entire list of nominees, it hit me like a giant wave. The animated film Moana is nominated for two Golden Globes, and its demigod star just happens to be the reigning Sexiest Man Alive. I screamed to myself, “Oh Yea Girl, go big or go home!”</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akzvD7vmkak/WG68Dl3INjI/AAAAAAAAI50/-I8inLs-cj4XQeIbyKhXoiTPqq4yxoGpgCLcB/s1600/The%2BRock%2B3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akzvD7vmkak/WG68Dl3INjI/AAAAAAAAI50/-I8inLs-cj4XQeIbyKhXoiTPqq4yxoGpgCLcB/s640/The%2BRock%2B3.png" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Yep, I’m walking the red carpet with none other than Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson tonight, and I have styled him in a classic black tux. In a tribute to the movie, as well as to his partial Samoan heritage, I decided to add a pop of color with an island print bow tie and matching pocket square. Of course one of the reasons Dwayne looks and feels his best is because he’s wearing Tommy John <a href="https://www.tommyjohn.com/underwear">underwear</a>underneath that classic style. Nuthin’ is bunchin’, pinchin’ or saggin’. Just sayin’!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Now I’m sure y’all will understand why I can’t post my regular Redneck Red Carpet Recap tomorrow with all the hits and misses of tonight’s fashions. Here in Hollyweird they have after parties, and my fantastic date was nice enough to invite me to the Moana splash. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="448" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDhVpPPq1mg/WG68qVSbwzI/AAAAAAAAI58/V77CQiNwIiAIWU4mlhdP2Gs4iZ-fMfMDQCLcB/s640/The%2BRock%2B2.png" width="640" /></div><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> </div><o:p><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I might be a redneck but I ain’t nobody’s fool. I beat that other bitch in the mud wrestling contest to win that golden ticket for two reasons: 1. When the big wave hits, I want to personally observe Tommy John’s claim of how their undies support a man in all the right places; and 2. Secretly I’m hoping The Rock forgot to pack his Tommy Johns for the after party. WHOOP WHOOP!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Images designed by Max Gamble</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"> </span></div></o:p><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> </div></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> </div></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><o:p></o:p></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-35983857842119794442016-09-19T09:53:00.000-04:002016-09-19T09:53:49.200-04:00Redneck Red Carpet Recap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QussdtpvnrU/V9_ddq33HQI/AAAAAAAAI2w/i4YwsnWyL_UsLdXGoFw2hIYgSyaiYzerACLcB/s1600/emmys201613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QussdtpvnrU/V9_ddq33HQI/AAAAAAAAI2w/i4YwsnWyL_UsLdXGoFw2hIYgSyaiYzerACLcB/s400/emmys201613.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The Emmys were last night folks, and even though I couldn't watch the actual show 'cause I would rather poke a stick in my eye than see the ultra annoying Jimmy Kimmel, I did check out the stars arriving on the red carpet. My award for the most grounded, least entitled, and enthusiastic of all invitees goes to the child actors of Stranger Things. Wow, they were most impressive in their interview. Now on to the fun shall we.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAfPIT9hQRM/V9_f3uT7nyI/AAAAAAAAI28/caISWKU15RwNcVx_DKzk6NLUl5Kpii3yACLcB/s1600/emmys201612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAfPIT9hQRM/V9_f3uT7nyI/AAAAAAAAI28/caISWKU15RwNcVx_DKzk6NLUl5Kpii3yACLcB/s400/emmys201612.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tracee Ellis Ross is a vision in white.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GyBOKg_dAJQ/V9_gTk-bWHI/AAAAAAAAI3A/1yRnuH5SsXUlwC-KdiEA-oFPY3pzU_0uACLcB/s1600/emmys20162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GyBOKg_dAJQ/V9_gTk-bWHI/AAAAAAAAI3A/1yRnuH5SsXUlwC-KdiEA-oFPY3pzU_0uACLcB/s400/emmys20162.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I see how Mandy Moore started to peel the layers of her dress away like an orange.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Npy40wedRh8/V9_hObrHsWI/AAAAAAAAI3M/ekQlg0hgxaoZJvt6WItVVbdirzAMq__jQCLcB/s1600/emmys201611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Npy40wedRh8/V9_hObrHsWI/AAAAAAAAI3M/ekQlg0hgxaoZJvt6WItVVbdirzAMq__jQCLcB/s400/emmys201611.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jil Soloway channeling her best David Arquette.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe9IqMKouds/V9_hw6Mh2OI/AAAAAAAAI3Q/3lAkGkfOUv0hIv5BbZfen-gGhJ6GBz6XACLcB/s1600/emmys%2B201610.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe9IqMKouds/V9_hw6Mh2OI/AAAAAAAAI3Q/3lAkGkfOUv0hIv5BbZfen-gGhJ6GBz6XACLcB/s400/emmys%2B201610.png" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She dropped 'em red in this number!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DoTqNzsSAQw/V9_iNuN3GGI/AAAAAAAAI3Y/Xfp3sYwu-7IiBNxccd6-SmLWBZigFjSTwCLcB/s1600/emmys20169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DoTqNzsSAQw/V9_iNuN3GGI/AAAAAAAAI3Y/Xfp3sYwu-7IiBNxccd6-SmLWBZigFjSTwCLcB/s400/emmys20169.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">DANG let's hope Kristen Bell didn't get Lost in the Garden of Eden.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UG_aIERqYWw/V9_jjOtlbDI/AAAAAAAAI3g/L3vc6u8FAvoc4L8tca_L2GHoHtTd2lLGQCLcB/s1600/emmys20168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UG_aIERqYWw/V9_jjOtlbDI/AAAAAAAAI3g/L3vc6u8FAvoc4L8tca_L2GHoHtTd2lLGQCLcB/s400/emmys20168.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Leave it to Kerry Washington to make pregnancy look stylish and sleek.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kbgyHqggXI/V9_kQSxrikI/AAAAAAAAI3o/xBKYYpigKIgPmRwGwIMfv0wxF513ccJuwCLcB/s1600/emmys20165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kbgyHqggXI/V9_kQSxrikI/AAAAAAAAI3o/xBKYYpigKIgPmRwGwIMfv0wxF513ccJuwCLcB/s400/emmys20165.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There should be lemon laws against this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc2bGR-oYZs/V9_kyPtNRqI/AAAAAAAAI3s/5ClI8Sl2QW8uf3JPHn24UOPLP02zuJVzQCLcB/s1600/emmys20167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc2bGR-oYZs/V9_kyPtNRqI/AAAAAAAAI3s/5ClI8Sl2QW8uf3JPHn24UOPLP02zuJVzQCLcB/s400/emmys20167.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So sad that Sarah Paulson had to wear pond scum. But, she did win the Emmy for prosecuting that scum OJ Simpson so it ain't all bad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhYanTgDlrc/V9_qNC6EQaI/AAAAAAAAI4Q/jJE8-HtlsX4krwO40_a7FNcueLEtae-8QCLcB/s1600/emmy201614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhYanTgDlrc/V9_qNC6EQaI/AAAAAAAAI4Q/jJE8-HtlsX4krwO40_a7FNcueLEtae-8QCLcB/s400/emmy201614.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sarah Hyland looks like a live version of a cocktail table.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lziUiUOivIM/V9_qomQkkTI/AAAAAAAAI4U/eQaI-Dilb6gQEbk_6jiU6FWifC5vIcgfgCLcB/s1600/emmys201615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lziUiUOivIM/V9_qomQkkTI/AAAAAAAAI4U/eQaI-Dilb6gQEbk_6jiU6FWifC5vIcgfgCLcB/s400/emmys201615.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If I wore this, I would be pissed too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Images: <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/life/entertainthis/2016/09/18/8-worst-dressed-emmys-red-carpet/90631378/">Here</a> and <a href="http://www.eonline.com/news/795344/emmys-2016-red-carpet-arrivals-see-all-the-stars-and-even-better-the-fashion-on-tv-s-biggest-night">Here</a></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-92098548295273409262016-09-13T17:00:00.000-04:002016-09-13T17:00:23.800-04:00Taco Tuesday Theory<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdqcgEPsiTQ/V9gp8sBOWDI/AAAAAAAAI1w/-yytL7uzLHgmESJTJRD-FLc5GMNMXKwVgCLcB/s1600/taco%2Btuesday1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdqcgEPsiTQ/V9gp8sBOWDI/AAAAAAAAI1w/-yytL7uzLHgmESJTJRD-FLc5GMNMXKwVgCLcB/s320/taco%2Btuesday1.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's Tuesday, and it's dinner time, and that means Taco Tuesday right? Very true, but it's also time to test out a little theory that's been eatin' at me for quite awhile. Do tacos have a direct correlation to sex? Maybe y'all can put on a sombrero, pour yourself a margarita, and help a girl out by taking the test and letting me know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So here's the thing. In my most unscientific method, I asked a bunch of men and women if they preferred hard or soft tacos. The results were overwhelming. Guys like 'em soft and chicks dig the hard ones. And just in case someone thinks I'm not bein' PC, yes, I did include gay and straight folks in my unofficial survey. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9OKFgCsfGw/V9gyCcf5rAI/AAAAAAAAI2A/YpSBxaKnfKkWZxKVkZ2YaNBwK69Rf23agCLcB/s1600/hard%2Btacos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9OKFgCsfGw/V9gyCcf5rAI/AAAAAAAAI2A/YpSBxaKnfKkWZxKVkZ2YaNBwK69Rf23agCLcB/s320/hard%2Btacos1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Women apparently realize length is not what matters in their taco. Just look at how thick that hard shell is stuffed! Girth is where it's at baby!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbg234JUKBI/V9g0YKRVNcI/AAAAAAAAI2M/E_ft2tCaHtkUVx_n0CP03jDkOh6fdz2jwCLcB/s1600/soft%2Btacos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbg234JUKBI/V9g0YKRVNcI/AAAAAAAAI2M/E_ft2tCaHtkUVx_n0CP03jDkOh6fdz2jwCLcB/s1600/soft%2Btacos1.jpg" /></a></div>Guys on the other hand stuff their meat into a soft shell wrap and like it all nice and tight.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOPoaNcY9Nk/V9hJn11nlpI/AAAAAAAAI2c/PTytQ1nirWs48cFyFkLj7NI2yb8Q1vIiQCLcB/s1600/hard%2Band%2Bsoft%2Btaco.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOPoaNcY9Nk/V9hJn11nlpI/AAAAAAAAI2c/PTytQ1nirWs48cFyFkLj7NI2yb8Q1vIiQCLcB/s320/hard%2Band%2Bsoft%2Btaco.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And what does it say about someone who enjoys eating those hard and soft shell combinations? </div><br />Y'all see the connection here right? I can't believe Taco Hell and Chipotle haven't picked up on this idea yet. The marketing companies could have a fiesta with this. Sex sells! Now someone just needs to test out whether folks who prefer spicy sauce are chandelier swingin' wild and crazy in the bedroom, while those who like mild sauce are Saturday night missionary style only.<br /><br />Dang, now it's Taco Tuesday and I'm hungry and horny. OLE.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Images via Google Images</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-8505643993905817402016-08-19T19:29:00.000-04:002016-08-19T19:29:21.134-04:00Ryan Lochte Rap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Q2id7vBIY/V7eVeRwu5PI/AAAAAAAAI1I/ZEZ9gU1tZPAwhpZ4M2Xet8AnhvvxIRgSgCLcB/s1600/rapper%2BDeb.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Q2id7vBIY/V7eVeRwu5PI/AAAAAAAAI1I/ZEZ9gU1tZPAwhpZ4M2Xet8AnhvvxIRgSgCLcB/s400/rapper%2BDeb.png" width="300" /></a></div><br />I seriously tried for hours to make a rap video, but I failed miserably. My family members (bless their heart) tried in vain to help, but I was hopeless 'cause white chicks simply can't rap. Apparently I can write lyrics, but I can't spit 'em. However, you can use your imagination and put these lyrics to Vanilla Ice's "Ice, Ice Baby."<br /><br /><div align="center">Stop, Collaborate and Listen</div><div align="center">Ryan Lochte in the bathroom pissin'</div><div align="center">A security guard he be dissin'</div><div align="center">All his medals he might be missin'</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ryan with your hair so white</div><div align="center">Word on the street you got in a fight</div><div align="center">Not with muggers as you claim </div><div align="center">But with yourself, what a shame</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Lies, Lies, Baby</div><div align="center">Lies, Lies, Baby</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ain't no doubt when you in dat pool</div><div align="center">You a winnah and you really rule</div><div align="center">But you makin' up stories and that ain't cool</div><div align="center">'Cause now you look like a big ol' tool</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Come on dude whatcha be thinkin'?</div><div align="center">You lose your morals after a night of drinkin'?</div><div align="center">There ain't no shame in gettin' drunk</div><div align="center">But that don't mean you can act like a punk</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Lie, Lies, Baby</div><div align="center">Lies, Lies, Baby</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You represent America in this Olympic game</div><div align="center">Instead of glory you bring home shame</div><div align="center">You won those medals made of gold</div><div align="center">Now you in trouble 'cause of the lies you told</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You lied to your mother!!!</div><div align="center"></div>Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-66876705496548610542016-08-10T17:32:00.000-04:002016-08-10T17:32:35.091-04:00Trumped by the CrowdHey folks, if you ever have the opportunity to attend a presidential political rally, one thang is for sure, it ain't boring! Despite your personal beliefs, you can have a great time no matter if you are on the left, right, or some where in the middle. Yesterday, Donald Trump visited little ol' Wilmington, NC. Even though my friends and I had tickets, the fire marshal denied entry to us and about a thousand others 'cause the joint was too packed. Not to worry, 'cause we had a blast outside and made the most of the situation.<br /><br />Here's my top 10 reasons why you should attend a political rally:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wK5fBp4DuK8/V6uLVpK6P_I/AAAAAAAAIzU/G_qOvRw8w5EHRTXJiZ_s_XrDIHIja3swgCLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wK5fBp4DuK8/V6uLVpK6P_I/AAAAAAAAIzU/G_qOvRw8w5EHRTXJiZ_s_XrDIHIja3swgCLcB/s400/donald%2Btrump2.png" width="367" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. The entertainment is free.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z07luUsUWKE/V6uL3gJ2pOI/AAAAAAAAIzY/LFhudeQ7608TTf7JnBu2QIoUzYca029vQCLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z07luUsUWKE/V6uL3gJ2pOI/AAAAAAAAIzY/LFhudeQ7608TTf7JnBu2QIoUzYca029vQCLcB/s320/donald%2Btrump8.png" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. You meet some nice and interesting people while standing in line for hours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1C5X01SrKs/V6uNIIXrj3I/AAAAAAAAIzk/MfgkKeURTV0ZOricOwu5inB8tCLmO2A4wCLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1C5X01SrKs/V6uNIIXrj3I/AAAAAAAAIzk/MfgkKeURTV0ZOricOwu5inB8tCLmO2A4wCLcB/s400/donald%2Btrump4.png" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. Suddenly you appreciate having friends and supporters in this world. No one wants to stand alone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ReM6zE_P4E/V6uOAPpvukI/AAAAAAAAIzw/CE24ODVgizolJaO4SVGDCCGCi81nru1AwCLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ReM6zE_P4E/V6uOAPpvukI/AAAAAAAAIzw/CE24ODVgizolJaO4SVGDCCGCi81nru1AwCLcB/s400/donald%2Btrump9.png" width="346" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4. When you realize you are as orange as The Donald ya know ya gotta start makin' some changes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkEgbLPfqQc/V6uPA6VY3OI/AAAAAAAAIz8/N5--fQGC-jIpNGQ95yI50SJhlotzofwsgCLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkEgbLPfqQc/V6uPA6VY3OI/AAAAAAAAIz8/N5--fQGC-jIpNGQ95yI50SJhlotzofwsgCLcB/s320/donald%2Btrump6.png" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5. Ya gotta respect the creativity of the protestors.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ideJEfjqhE/V6uPoZORxvI/AAAAAAAAI0A/YCGF6jcDuKwJD5VU1IuvaA0pBX0Uqpv1QCLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ideJEfjqhE/V6uPoZORxvI/AAAAAAAAI0A/YCGF6jcDuKwJD5VU1IuvaA0pBX0Uqpv1QCLcB/s400/donald%2Btrump5.png" width="255" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">6. Friends on the inside with a bird's eye view will hook you up with pics.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZBzCdC0ct8/V6uQikM9ZtI/AAAAAAAAI0M/OFRNuNtJHmsLSKuJjkwNfn4HQCvT7Hy5wCLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZBzCdC0ct8/V6uQikM9ZtI/AAAAAAAAI0M/OFRNuNtJHmsLSKuJjkwNfn4HQCvT7Hy5wCLcB/s400/donald%2Btrump10.png" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">7. If you are real lucky, you might spot Clark Kent in the crowd.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIdb2HozWIA/V6uRIyGKgOI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/20XSVzYx7CM_wO4oTsfGVPqROLSK51RlACLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIdb2HozWIA/V6uRIyGKgOI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/20XSVzYx7CM_wO4oTsfGVPqROLSK51RlACLcB/s400/donald%2Btrump7.png" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">8. The enthusiasm of our youth is encouraging.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofi_5wY3JiE/V6uULvX9RAI/AAAAAAAAI0k/UbATlFqQvU8GubOztAcnfQFRA5WcPR8NQCLcB/s400/donald%2Btrump1.png" width="348" /></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">9. You can get excellent photo ops of all VIP's at the exits.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVnpjBmurow/V6uVhEAg3ZI/AAAAAAAAI00/7-yE_elfb4QGYArVKTUfgL_Y3LfRFQsLgCLcB/s1600/donald%2Btrump11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVnpjBmurow/V6uVhEAg3ZI/AAAAAAAAI00/7-yE_elfb4QGYArVKTUfgL_Y3LfRFQsLgCLcB/s400/donald%2Btrump11.png" width="366" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">10. Standing outside in 100% humidity for over 3 hours allows you to fit into your skinniest jeans for at least 2 days without having to do a nasty cleanse.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo credits to Sue Gallagher and Preston Lennon.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-83923658445214613722016-08-05T07:30:00.000-04:002016-08-05T07:30:06.434-04:00New Venture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuLeiXtKS4I/V6PE8sOJwqI/AAAAAAAAIzE/Zv1bXMlRnuUcM6rtXSNvUs6xH0dueqzUQCLcB/s1600/author%2Bpage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuLeiXtKS4I/V6PE8sOJwqI/AAAAAAAAIzE/Zv1bXMlRnuUcM6rtXSNvUs6xH0dueqzUQCLcB/s400/author%2Bpage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Ok folks, I know I've been a lazy blogger and you prolly think I've been loungin' on a yacht in the south of France. Obviously I have in my dreams. But in reality I have been havin' so much fun over at my new Deb Church FaceBook author page. I never thought I would do it, but I have been posting videos of all sorts of things from Pokémon Go, The Bachelorette, a Bug Zapper, to my favorite college football team WVU. If you are an old timer like me, and actually use FaceBook, you can click on the FaceBook icon on the margin of my blog which will take you to my new page.<br /><br />Anywho, I am gonna try to blog about twice a month, while I get my author page crankin'. Ya know when ya feel somethin' ya just gotta go with it. This is what I'm feelin' right now. Hope to see ya there 'cause my mind is workin' overtime on some crazy ass video ideas! Who knows, maybe a Youtube channel is in my future?Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-7368402015318843912016-08-02T07:00:00.000-04:002016-08-02T07:00:06.240-04:00Time Flies When You're Havin' Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42qEpGoL5kE/V5z8_7AERSI/AAAAAAAAIyg/BJXop72t6cIFOwq3aP3H8ooISj8C_bB-gCLcB/s400/anniversary.png" width="298" /></div><br />The Big 3-0. Dirty Thirty. Either way you look at it, it's a long time to be married, and somethin' to be damn proud of these days. I seriously don't know where the time went, but I know I had a whole lotta fun along the way. Ya know, even on our wedding night, we laughed so much about all the crazy shenanigans that happened at the ceremony and reception. And, our lives have been filled with laughter ever since, even under trying circumstances. So, when people ask me about the secret to a successful marriage, the first thing I think of is sharing a sense of humor with your partner.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5astzAWfI9E/V54FVoDdp5I/AAAAAAAAIyw/TdIMGEBzvoEtjmRX7iQME6vkBpJ3YQXRgCLcB/s1600/cake.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5astzAWfI9E/V54FVoDdp5I/AAAAAAAAIyw/TdIMGEBzvoEtjmRX7iQME6vkBpJ3YQXRgCLcB/s400/cake.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Saturday evening, Uncle Jeffy's fabulous team of coworkers hosted a special night for him to celebrate his 20th year in medical practice. How about this hilarious key lime pie? In case you can't read it, it says, "30 years wedded bliss/20 years classy tits." Gotta love those plastic surgery jokes!</div><br />Since today is such a milestone anniversary, we are crackin' open a special bottle of wine tonight, as opposed to our usual bottle of grocery store crap. Then maybe, just maybe, we should start thinkin' of replacing this outdoor table as a present to each other:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwEPcmISL6E/V5zSWra8-vI/AAAAAAAAIyQ/pALkvorhakswOp_n093jNw1-xoQqqfU9QCLcB/s1600/table.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwEPcmISL6E/V5zSWra8-vI/AAAAAAAAIyQ/pALkvorhakswOp_n093jNw1-xoQqqfU9QCLcB/s400/table.png" width="298" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-73964849269487888762016-07-29T07:00:00.000-04:002016-07-29T07:00:28.516-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaZNM_hutOA/V5oqcpYl2xI/AAAAAAAAIxw/0f6TL_tgyhQLi0znI351W4qeWCjJNhLpACLcB/s1600/watermelon.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaZNM_hutOA/V5oqcpYl2xI/AAAAAAAAIxw/0f6TL_tgyhQLi0znI351W4qeWCjJNhLpACLcB/s400/watermelon.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The hazards of not securing a watermelon in the hatch of your car while unloading groceries. At least it was easy to slice for dinnah!</div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-50716016503818997202016-07-22T07:00:00.000-04:002016-07-22T07:00:18.519-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFEL_8BIrnQ/V46By-zYxeI/AAAAAAAAIxg/gixwxfF3XccmdI47bWkgeyQ02GGT_SUXACLcB/s1600/political%2Bposts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFEL_8BIrnQ/V46By-zYxeI/AAAAAAAAIxg/gixwxfF3XccmdI47bWkgeyQ02GGT_SUXACLcB/s400/political%2Bposts.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-36345316018535684042016-07-18T06:30:00.000-04:002016-07-18T06:30:16.435-04:00It's Only Rock and Roll<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZbDw3RjJFc/V4vqUTfqOZI/AAAAAAAAIxA/ZVPVGxHW_EEOMPSI7PxS_5-s7vCaHVObACLcB/s1600/mick%2Bjagger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZbDw3RjJFc/V4vqUTfqOZI/AAAAAAAAIxA/ZVPVGxHW_EEOMPSI7PxS_5-s7vCaHVObACLcB/s400/mick%2Bjagger.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Well <span style="color: blue;">Jumpin' Jack Flash </span><span style="color: black;">folks can you believe Mick Jagger is expecting his 8th child with his 29 year old girlfriend? He's showin' the world you can still </span><span style="color: blue;">Start Me Up </span><span style="color: black;">at age 72 and get some serious </span><span style="color: blue;">Satisfaction. </span><span style="color: black;">And to all those sayin' </span><span style="color: blue;">You Can't Always Get What You Want, </span><span style="color: black;">I betcha Mick is callin' bullshit on that 'cause all he had to do was ask her to </span><span style="color: blue;">Spend the Night Together.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36gx7GnQGMo/V4vwfAHlb-I/AAAAAAAAIxQ/P8HtggaXZTQ8T2E-Uj8e6u9ezHiJdaD3wCLcB/s1600/mick%2Bjagger%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36gx7GnQGMo/V4vwfAHlb-I/AAAAAAAAIxQ/P8HtggaXZTQ8T2E-Uj8e6u9ezHiJdaD3wCLcB/s400/mick%2Bjagger%2B2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And let's face it, this beauty is certainly no <span style="color: blue;">Honky Tonk Woman, </span><span style="color: black;">and for sure Mick is no one's </span><span style="color: blue;">Beast of Burden!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">Story: <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-36802484">Here</a></span></div>Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-37388467151552417092016-07-15T08:29:00.001-04:002016-07-15T08:29:41.974-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0tTVVWuAX4/V4jXBWQYCvI/AAAAAAAAIww/Z_7KEXV5l_QIiwk9YOANrYVJxxTamIgFwCLcB/s1600/pokemon%2Bgo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0tTVVWuAX4/V4jXBWQYCvI/AAAAAAAAIww/Z_7KEXV5l_QIiwk9YOANrYVJxxTamIgFwCLcB/s400/pokemon%2Bgo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-78784114990070469802016-07-08T06:30:00.000-04:002016-07-08T06:30:16.606-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dJrQmTk_m4/V36ldjZU62I/AAAAAAAAIv4/ZUAHdIQcgpoOknyqQ59Kq9Jn1nODZHatwCLcB/s1600/heat%2Bwave.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dJrQmTk_m4/V36ldjZU62I/AAAAAAAAIv4/ZUAHdIQcgpoOknyqQ59Kq9Jn1nODZHatwCLcB/s400/heat%2Bwave.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-9022462535771551662016-07-05T06:30:00.000-04:002016-07-05T06:30:10.656-04:00Juneapalooza TourOK what did I miss? Did anybody get married, become consciously uncoupled, have triplets, get arrested, have a scandalous affair with an ambitious politician, or participate in any other juicy news worthy event? I feel so out of touch since Ry Guy's last day of school 'cause that was the official start of our Juneapalooza tour. We started with a couple of college tours, then I went on a girls' trip to the Grove Park Inn, which is my favorite place on earth, and ended with a family trip to Boston because we have never been to that city and always wanted to go. Then BOOM, yesterday was Independence Day. WOW, summah is flyin' by folks. Here are a few highlights of Juneapalooza. Can't wait to catch up with y'all.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vKcRfXz0-w/V3rSQGK4K3I/AAAAAAAAIuc/T_ccgaZu1Q4xgpYAmyNf3VtFV0w25k8iQCLcB/s1600/old%2Bwell.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vKcRfXz0-w/V3rSQGK4K3I/AAAAAAAAIuc/T_ccgaZu1Q4xgpYAmyNf3VtFV0w25k8iQCLcB/s400/old%2Bwell.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ry Guy at the famous Old Well on the campus at The University Of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70vr66mGWvk/V3rS82Lz7fI/AAAAAAAAIuk/oYpQTduhcb8wfA5p7uVj74o99Z-ovFHvACLcB/s1600/grove%2Bpark%2Binn%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70vr66mGWvk/V3rS82Lz7fI/AAAAAAAAIuk/oYpQTduhcb8wfA5p7uVj74o99Z-ovFHvACLcB/s400/grove%2Bpark%2Binn%2B2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Grove Park Inn in Asheville, NC. My family and friends know this is where they better scatter my ashes or I will haunt their asses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrAzeAMOKzI/V3rTsKK9BcI/AAAAAAAAIus/prWgi-eqtOk4RFjjbwS9NdHTHIXR635wwCLcB/s1600/grove%2Bpark%2Binn%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrAzeAMOKzI/V3rTsKK9BcI/AAAAAAAAIus/prWgi-eqtOk4RFjjbwS9NdHTHIXR635wwCLcB/s400/grove%2Bpark%2Binn%2B3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dinner on The Sunset Terrace at The Grove Park. OMG the view!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxJGBUjUYUw/V3rUfhlkyyI/AAAAAAAAIu0/iV_9vYC02yM8ufoi-D71p9YPcRnZFX-4QCLcB/s1600/boston6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxJGBUjUYUw/V3rUfhlkyyI/AAAAAAAAIu0/iV_9vYC02yM8ufoi-D71p9YPcRnZFX-4QCLcB/s400/boston6.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Boston is beautiful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtIzZ8zyco/V3rU9y2AM6I/AAAAAAAAIu4/5xJJ9naVXng08oNgXHkZ_qVnewgjZxw7wCLcB/s1600/boston1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtIzZ8zyco/V3rU9y2AM6I/AAAAAAAAIu4/5xJJ9naVXng08oNgXHkZ_qVnewgjZxw7wCLcB/s400/boston1.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the food is AMAZING!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKurakAycVk/V3rVWaBER-I/AAAAAAAAIvA/L-W2V8O0RX4Gr1rCNt27AEoyy9xpX885ACLcB/s1600/boston4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKurakAycVk/V3rVWaBER-I/AAAAAAAAIvA/L-W2V8O0RX4Gr1rCNt27AEoyy9xpX885ACLcB/s400/boston4.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The real deal for those of you old enough to remember.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0n0ejh-WZTQ/V3rVvm9-siI/AAAAAAAAIvM/sCLjTFusl0AP1LUQ05HuY4cyVV-spImkQCLcB/s1600/boston3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0n0ejh-WZTQ/V3rVvm9-siI/AAAAAAAAIvM/sCLjTFusl0AP1LUQ05HuY4cyVV-spImkQCLcB/s400/boston3.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A cheap imitation of the real thang.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO4N4yQbZpo/V3rWHWOXkiI/AAAAAAAAIvU/7IDv7vB4tlYnOrGqmSpghHPwts4svIHuQCLcB/s1600/boston2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO4N4yQbZpo/V3rWHWOXkiI/AAAAAAAAIvU/7IDv7vB4tlYnOrGqmSpghHPwts4svIHuQCLcB/s400/boston2.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What is a visit to Boston without checking out Harvard? (said with my most pompous inflection)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlRCEebOV9k/V3uHVLR9ffI/AAAAAAAAIvo/2FP5eRnnmvIu4AppdTg1o5oDbNU2MRBBACLcB/s1600/Boston7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlRCEebOV9k/V3uHVLR9ffI/AAAAAAAAIvo/2FP5eRnnmvIu4AppdTg1o5oDbNU2MRBBACLcB/s400/Boston7.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Couldn't decide witch shirt I liked bettah at the Salem witch museum?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><span id="goog_278804816"></span><span id="goog_278804817"></span><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-15844982920469996112016-06-10T06:30:00.000-04:002016-06-10T06:30:11.136-04:00Deb's Daily Drivel: The Double Bird<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/eTeH8BluuOo/0.jpg" frameborder="0" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eTeH8BluuOo?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A little laughter to kick off your weekend!</div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-15637910379145917952016-06-06T06:30:00.000-04:002016-06-06T06:30:11.687-04:00I Did Not Kidnap Richard Simmons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5DD28gtrWY/V1QZahl8HYI/AAAAAAAAIs8/L7QJQGu34Ncj3j6niIGuWdS_k_1wMYUAACLcB/s1600/richard%2Bsimmons%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5DD28gtrWY/V1QZahl8HYI/AAAAAAAAIs8/L7QJQGu34Ncj3j6niIGuWdS_k_1wMYUAACLcB/s400/richard%2Bsimmons%2B3.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh Dear GAWD people, I woke up yesterday and read the news that one of my favorite celebrities, Richard Simmons, was hospitalized for exhibiting bizarre behavior. I know some of you are thinkin', "what's bizarre when it comes to Richard?" Well to me, that means anything uncharacteristic of his normal flamboyant, exuberant personality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="340" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0E8Jsw44npc/V1QdBBZRG9I/AAAAAAAAItI/q5Ksuycqt9cdlk2crAvz6AbP-UH7HBSBwCLcB/s400/richard%2Bsimmons%2B1.png" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So ya know I've been following this story very closely, because Richard has not been seen publicly for over 2 years. In fact, I was one of the last people to see him (among millions of others) at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade in 2013. There he is waving as he floats by and I'm honestly jumpin' up and down, screamin' his name like a freakin' maniac 'cause I'm one of his crazed fans. I got my sweatin' to the oldies work out right there on the streets of NYC.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But sadly about 3 months ago the story broke that he was bein' held hostage in his own home by his longtime housekeeper. I'm goin' on record right now and swearin' on the holy bible I did not break through the crowd, chase down that giant green turtle float, hoist my fat ass up there, and kidnap that striped zebra. Seriously folks, he is Richard Simmons after all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_9656uoeDY/V1Qg3l1-V6I/AAAAAAAAItU/H2kTLfHW_KYl3ljm6JeZjgnDTrkyRwhnACLcB/s1600/richard%2Bsimmons%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="313" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_9656uoeDY/V1Qg3l1-V6I/AAAAAAAAItU/H2kTLfHW_KYl3ljm6JeZjgnDTrkyRwhnACLcB/s400/richard%2Bsimmons%2B4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He would have taken me out! Plus, y'all know I can't be the perp 'cause I hate housework.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Story: <a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-news/news/richard-simmons-hospitalized-for-bizarre-behavior-report-w208833">Here</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-45484535123667838562016-06-03T06:30:00.000-04:002016-06-03T06:30:31.964-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBLXoXVx7k8/V1A5R6QcDRI/AAAAAAAAIss/zezqobKYgn87OGjCNxSIE1ypDsNm9JrCACLcB/s1600/full%2Bof%2Bbooze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBLXoXVx7k8/V1A5R6QcDRI/AAAAAAAAIss/zezqobKYgn87OGjCNxSIE1ypDsNm9JrCACLcB/s400/full%2Bof%2Bbooze.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cheers to keepin' it real!</div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-59893793836007023722016-05-27T06:30:00.000-04:002016-05-27T06:30:32.042-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAf2ZwFpyqw/V0b39JrLm3I/AAAAAAAAIsc/XhbNw0UJ7M4_UpfVIGcDnMfg0QIsoajMQCLcB/s1600/memorial%2Bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAf2ZwFpyqw/V0b39JrLm3I/AAAAAAAAIsc/XhbNw0UJ7M4_UpfVIGcDnMfg0QIsoajMQCLcB/s400/memorial%2Bday.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-13898636114685882982016-05-25T12:26:00.000-04:002016-05-25T12:26:16.644-04:00I Can Play Nice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLdKds6ST38/V0XMrlsedCI/AAAAAAAAIsM/7ULfsJnjwPgPxYFjtuhYTtGm_cTWsMFjgCLcB/s1600/Wacky-Wednesdays-Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLdKds6ST38/V0XMrlsedCI/AAAAAAAAIsM/7ULfsJnjwPgPxYFjtuhYTtGm_cTWsMFjgCLcB/s320/Wacky-Wednesdays-Picture.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: blue;">So this is the wackiest thang that has happened to me in quite some time. The phone rings with the area code from my home town. I have learned from past experience that this is NEVAH a good thang, unless it's a personal friend. The caller identifies herself from the nursing home where my Dad spent some time back in 2013. I should mention that my Dad was less than a stellar patient, was quite combative, and if you think I cuss like a sailor, I can only say I learned it from a true navy man! This nursing home overdosed my Dad as a way to settle him down, and thank GAWD his dialysis transport driver noticed he was unresponsive and called 911. My Dad passed away months later from unrelated issues in another nursing home 'cause we were never goin' back to that joint.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Anywho, this lady asked if I remembered that my Dad was in this establishment back in 2013? I replied, "how could I forget.". Then she proceeds to say that she is trying to locate my Mom because my Mom was making monthly payments on my Dad's bill, but the payments abruptly stopped. She tried calling but my Mom's number was disconnected and she wondered if she moved.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">As I'm seriously staring at my parent's cremated remains on the shelf beside me, there were so many things I wanted to say, could have said, and should have said, but instead I decided to play nice. Shocking I know! I simply replied that my Mom is difficult to find these days as she passed away in September of 2015.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before she said she was sorry and she would zero out the balance. I looked at my Mom's urn, gave a little fist pump, and said, "there ya go Mom, one less bill to pay."</span>Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-62107572786037619522016-05-23T06:30:00.000-04:002016-05-23T06:30:00.332-04:00How to Host a Fun Book Launch PAR-TAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65xSAZXLyg0/V0HUxDQN3BI/AAAAAAAAIqY/6lQpDY-9mpYB-FUAyI7fFyt5tuFBaXp5ACLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65xSAZXLyg0/V0HUxDQN3BI/AAAAAAAAIqY/6lQpDY-9mpYB-FUAyI7fFyt5tuFBaXp5ACLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B9.png" width="291" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So right outta the gate I'm makin' the disclaimer that I had no earthly idea how to host a book launch party 'cause this is my first rodeo. What I did know is that I wanted the PAR-TAY to reflect the unique style of my book and I wanted my guests to have fun. So I set about doing research and reading blogs how other people hosted successful book launches. After gathering loads of information and advice this is what worked for me and hopefully will help other new authors on their journey:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Preorder plenty of books well in advance of the target date for your launch party. I find myself selling books at the gym, grocery store, and in my neighborhood so I always keep a box in my car. Be sure to have a good supply on hand for the actual party.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83qS1Z5bsMo/V0HZysdDOBI/AAAAAAAAIqo/HHI9-43fAq0kOfMCQA_6XRuSu1JvlbtVQCLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83qS1Z5bsMo/V0HZysdDOBI/AAAAAAAAIqo/HHI9-43fAq0kOfMCQA_6XRuSu1JvlbtVQCLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. Choose a venue reflective of your personality or that relates to your book. Since I had already decided to go nontraditional and not hold my launch in a book store (shocking I know), I needed to find a cool restaurant/bar. My friend Beth and I devoted a day to take a "field trip" around town to check out spaces. As soon as I walked in to The Bento Box and saw the modern couches that matched my book cover I was sold. I even bought an animal print throw to put over the couch for the main event. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Czn2-6-rqIM/V0HciS6z2mI/AAAAAAAAIq0/L3zwhNo4YH4Zu3TVyHsBQs3uaK0FUWzlACLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Czn2-6-rqIM/V0HciS6z2mI/AAAAAAAAIq0/L3zwhNo4YH4Zu3TVyHsBQs3uaK0FUWzlACLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Enlist the help of friends. I delegated various responsibilities to my friends, all of whom were happy to help. This takes some of the stress off you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGKb36mD1QM/V0HdlVtMluI/AAAAAAAAIq8/G_5heLG-zcMhNNFmXCHQ6MQvSkv7Mh6qQCLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGKb36mD1QM/V0HdlVtMluI/AAAAAAAAIq8/G_5heLG-zcMhNNFmXCHQ6MQvSkv7Mh6qQCLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Figure out a way to accept credit cards. I download the Square App and practiced with the card reader well in advance of the event. However, there were serious glitches at the restaurant. I don't know if it was the wifi or what, but it took a village to figure out all of that mess. Since I'm basically computer illiterate, I left that to the experts while I greeted guests and took a Xanax. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M2k1oiLn19A/V0HfHOfiBxI/AAAAAAAAIrI/4JTkt0eSewMik3dB9Ox-f8SWglU3xB95gCLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M2k1oiLn19A/V0HfHOfiBxI/AAAAAAAAIrI/4JTkt0eSewMik3dB9Ox-f8SWglU3xB95gCLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. Get plenty of change for cash purchases and don't forget to charge tax. Yea, my CPA reminded me of that buzz kill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lza0pbW7f0/V0Hfp3g7PiI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/ZADHX6nwiTERfFH-3DdJSIJiZmp2G6UFwCLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lza0pbW7f0/V0Hfp3g7PiI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/ZADHX6nwiTERfFH-3DdJSIJiZmp2G6UFwCLcB/s320/book%2Blaunch%2B3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. Depending on your budget, you may want to provide food. Since my event was a drop in from 5:30-7:30 I did provide appetizers, but I think that is personal preference.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNJAsC4-tLc/V0Hgm6L1WBI/AAAAAAAAIrc/Ws6jUYTVyDYLPxqt1QNNkBxwJkt3VrWKQCLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNJAsC4-tLc/V0Hgm6L1WBI/AAAAAAAAIrc/Ws6jUYTVyDYLPxqt1QNNkBxwJkt3VrWKQCLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B7.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. Bring plenty of pens because you will be signing books all night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_f97b_2R1Q/V0HhOdklh2I/AAAAAAAAIrg/UOiiQ6LSK8USAOs7jlGlvrAN62-YiC9uACLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_f97b_2R1Q/V0HhOdklh2I/AAAAAAAAIrg/UOiiQ6LSK8USAOs7jlGlvrAN62-YiC9uACLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8. Send out your invitation via social media and allow your friends to invite others. I was fortunate to have friends of friends attend my event who actually purchased books. I also sent my invitation to media outlets and it was advertised in several magazines as well as the local newspaper.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SKpbLJWhlo/V0HjglHx1TI/AAAAAAAAIr8/EkV8L6pNnSoo5qXsOiquICysziWgbk_GgCLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SKpbLJWhlo/V0HjglHx1TI/AAAAAAAAIr8/EkV8L6pNnSoo5qXsOiquICysziWgbk_GgCLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B10.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9. Have a few door prizes and draw winners every 30 minutes. Again this is optional, but it makes things extra special.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0wI7Vqvpag/V0HiP0bNMWI/AAAAAAAAIrs/f2WNuzb-jv8X7lPDF0A7LPp_b-WjNSn1ACLcB/s1600/book%2Blaunch%2B8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0wI7Vqvpag/V0HiP0bNMWI/AAAAAAAAIrs/f2WNuzb-jv8X7lPDF0A7LPp_b-WjNSn1ACLcB/s400/book%2Blaunch%2B8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>10. Practice a little welcome speech and select a reading from your book to engage the crowd. Looks like my "fun" mission was accomplished. I sure do love to put a smile on folks' faces!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-29802423490525318712016-05-06T06:30:00.000-04:002016-05-06T06:30:31.557-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_MaTfGvagg/Vyn61hVlrwI/AAAAAAAAIqA/nca3sMycBXQ_lyIPo1mp6yb111lds2VcwCLcB/s1600/kentucky%2Bderby.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_MaTfGvagg/Vyn61hVlrwI/AAAAAAAAIqA/nca3sMycBXQ_lyIPo1mp6yb111lds2VcwCLcB/s400/kentucky%2Bderby.png" width="283" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Kentucky Derby Weekend!</div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-56382891714856591402016-05-02T06:30:00.000-04:002016-05-02T06:30:00.229-04:00The Author is the Last to Know<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZXwnHe0_oI/VyZPvqQPnbI/AAAAAAAAIpg/_o9M2hrOQCwNE9HpgIku9a2ZTb1h72sUQCLcB/s1600/barnes%2Band%2Bnoble%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZXwnHe0_oI/VyZPvqQPnbI/AAAAAAAAIpg/_o9M2hrOQCwNE9HpgIku9a2ZTb1h72sUQCLcB/s400/barnes%2Band%2Bnoble%2B1.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I realize the wife is usually the last to know, but I never suspected I would be the last to know that my literary masterpiece is actually stocked in my local Barnes and Noble. Thanks to the daughter of my friend Robin who happened to be perusing the book store this weekend, and spotted my book in the local authors section, the secret is out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So about a month ago I contacted my local B&N to inquire how to get my book on their shelf. I was told to send the community business manager an email detailing my contributions to the community and to explain how my book would be a good fit. I did so, but never received a confirmation that my book would be on the shelves. Hey, guess my stints as PTA President of two different schools really paid off huh? Whatever the reason, I made the cut and it was really exciting to walk in and see my drivel in a real book store!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Z9NOQutD0k/VyZWMTEeGJI/AAAAAAAAIpw/Vr15Wm0VMjoNTKnT1vyDWmENJHQa4jzVQCLcB/s1600/barnes%2Band%2Bnobel%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Z9NOQutD0k/VyZWMTEeGJI/AAAAAAAAIpw/Vr15Wm0VMjoNTKnT1vyDWmENJHQa4jzVQCLcB/s400/barnes%2Band%2Bnobel%2B2.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How about the nice gentleman who remembered Uncle Jeffy from buying me a "big print" book asking me to sign a couple of copies? I don't know if I should take that as a compliment that he asked me to autograph some books, or be embarrassed that he remembered my husband purchased a gift for me six months ago that was in big print 'cause I'm freakin' old as dirt? Oh well, at least I didn't have to break out my bifocals to sign my own name.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And to celebrate being "in the know", I went home and had me a big ol' Debosa. HAH, now y'all know that ain't true. I finished off the whole damn bottle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-6720313746184473322016-04-29T06:30:00.000-04:002016-04-29T06:30:00.169-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe width="320" height="266" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NjqfEg3YwPU/0.jpg" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NjqfEg3YwPU?feature=player_embedded" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775373376834690769.post-58900514069942872542016-04-25T06:30:00.000-04:002016-04-25T06:30:07.687-04:00Good Golly Miss Molly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjL4kMwDJvw/Vxz0hJBlawI/AAAAAAAAIpA/JLT2hRcLiCQDdFK72yt5A_50FndjlmjqwCLcB/s1600/molly%2Bhatchet%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjL4kMwDJvw/Vxz0hJBlawI/AAAAAAAAIpA/JLT2hRcLiCQDdFK72yt5A_50FndjlmjqwCLcB/s400/molly%2Bhatchet%2B2.png" width="298" /></a></div>Yeppers folks, this past Friday night it was that time of the year again. Time for Uncle Jeffy and, "his band", The Church of Rock, to "perform" in the annual Carousel Center Gala. The Carousel Center is my very favorite local charity because 100% of the proceeds raised stay right here in our community to help heal and protect victims of child abuse. Since its inception in 2000, The Carousel Center has provided forensic medical and trauma therapy services for 3,700 children in a six county area. The average age of a child seen at the center is a mere 5 years old.<br /><br />The Gala is The Carousel Center's largest fund raising event of the year and this year it raised 100 grand. WHOOP WHOOP! Performers lip synch to songs and have an absolute blast entertaining the audience. Kickin' it Country was the theme this year. Although country was completely out of The Church of Rock's comfort zone, they flirted with disaster by doin' a little Molly Hatchet. And, I must say, the Church of Southern Rock nailed it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdvc8cSiSfo/Vxz44X4cf2I/AAAAAAAAIpM/FZkm_j2YrOoGMRxV6GU6PRhR9ydK__aRgCLcB/s1600/molly%2Bhatchet%2B1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdvc8cSiSfo/Vxz44X4cf2I/AAAAAAAAIpM/FZkm_j2YrOoGMRxV6GU6PRhR9ydK__aRgCLcB/s400/molly%2Bhatchet%2B1.png" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Good Golly Miss Molly!!!!</div><br /><br />Just Keepin It Real, Folks!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.com26