Arm Yourself With Packing Tape and Rise up to FIGHT — the new civil war
I shant continue to post comments to my own blog page. It's weird and makes me feel like I have yet another split personality (and we're crowded enough as it is). This new entry is in defiance to these mid-western-crazy-over-voweled state dwellers. The battle lines have been drawn. KarenW has been kind enough to volunteer herself as my General with these very words “I think everyone needs to give you a break on this Iowa-Ohio thing. I mean, any word with that kind of vowel-consonant ratio deserves to get mixed up. …. I'll get my tape gun and join you if you have anymore problems with anyone.” What a loyal friend. Now, we shall stave off this O-H-I-O-W-A rabble and rise up victorious. Our villians are: Jodi of the CornFields and Connie of the other CornField and worst of all… their Fearless Leader Weird Maggie Hogan of the Rolling Informational Plains. Not to worry, methinks this won't be much of a fight. Maggie can't even USE a tape gun, Connie is not that loyal to O-H-I-O-W-A (i could tell from her comments, she wants OUT-A there) and Jodi doesn't even know we're in a war. I think this'll be taped up by noon. Now, can anyone point me in the right direction? I need to get to the midwest from Ca. |
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on August 22nd, 2005 at 12:06 pm
What On Earth…
Are you babbling about this time? I do declare, you've turned into some crazy hillbilly already. Couldn't you wait at least until you GOT here? What are you going on and on about? You have been sniffin' that packing tape for too many days now…..package up the rest of the TOS promo's and get your tail out here! I'm bored!
-gena
on August 22nd, 2005 at 4:46 pm
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I have no idea what you are talking about here- BUT- who cares?! I am just excited that you are bringing a disco ball over for the barndance! Yahoo!
I LOVE disco. I should have been a disco queen- but I have quite a career as a goat lady…hey- you can't have it all.
on August 22nd, 2005 at 8:09 pm
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Jen, you've got some strange going's on in that head of yours…
I must say, I've btdt with the o-h-i-o-w-a thing…the only thing that cured it was to actually move to Ohio for a while. But I think that would be taking some really drastic measures!
on August 22nd, 2005 at 11:55 pm
You crack me up!
I was decluttering a bit today and ran across my "Speakin' Suthern Like it Should Be Spoke! A Dixie Dictshunary. Expresshuns uv the south.." Book…
Here is what it says about TN.
Tin-uh-see
The nawthernahs had a terrible time heah 'n a battle took place at the drop uv a hat . . .speshially a yankee's! This tore the stayut up considahby 'n they ain't nevah forgot this neithah! … Wavin' muney seems to make theah memory bad … but keep in mind thet thez folks still likes a gud fight, but Lawd hep yuh if yawl starts anudder one cauz they've got a Atom bomb factory theah now!
I also saw the picture of your soon to be abode!! Nice!!!
Now according to this dictionary.. abode means
1.) a plank outta a tree. Brang me abode to fix this outhouse
2.) git on 'r git left. The train's a'leavin' all abode!!
Hugs,
Dianna
on August 24th, 2005 at 8:14 am
Just read…
The Hag, the Ogre, and the Chocolate Cake, what a humbling piece to read! Simply wonderful! So glad I found it, you certainly have a way with words Jen, I can relate so well with that piece.
on August 25th, 2005 at 3:37 pm
You kill me…
I absolutely love coming to your blog for a smile… My husband likes reading it too… I had to email him today to let him know the "funny lady" posted in my blog that I made HER laugh! What an honor! Blessings to you and yours… oh, and do you need help or something with that tape thing? I don't know anyone with that specific problem, but I'm sure there's some support group out there… it can't be good for you… I mean, it's not natural… be careful what you post or you could have those "stoned cat" people after you for such physically toxic comments. tee hee…
In Him,
Amy