Over the last week I’ve been posting here on a daily basis, partly to prove to myself that I can do it if I try, and partly to reawaken the site after laying dormant for so long. I need it to be active and alive if it’s going to help people with their own projects.
I’m trying to purpose each day and give a structure to what I’m doing here on Selfish Blogger. This method holds some promise and has focused my attention. I should point out that this is another trial that I’m running to see what happens. I’d like to think I’ll keep this going but as I can’t predict the future I won’t make any rash promises.
The Friday Fenzy is just a mixed up and messy way to point out a few things that interested me over the week and share a few thoughts, irrelevancies and randomness just for the sake of it. Feel free to ignore any or all of it.
Cartoon:
Fitness:
I enjoyed this article about fitness standards and thought the standards expected of the Utah Police Officers fairly pitiful. Even in the worst shape I’ve ever been I could exceed that standard, not that I’m being judgemental or big headed you understand.
Food For Thought:
An Insult:
“He has a face like a Saint – A Saint Bernard.”
Graffiti:
Shocking News:
James Chartrand is not James Chartrand!
Books:
With all the quotes that float about the Internet it’s no wonder some things get lost in translation (or even transmission). This book looks intriguing and might make for good toilet reading?
US They Never Said It: A Book of Fake Quotes, Misquotes, and Misleading Attributions
UK They Never Said It: A Book of Fake Quotes, Misquotes, and Misleading Attributions
10 Ways To:
10 Ways to Pull More From Each of Your Days
A Crap Joke:
Late one night, a burglar broke into a house that he thought wasempty. He tiptoed through the living room but suddenly froze in his
tracks when he heard a loud voice say, “Jesus is watching you!” Silence returned to the house, so the burglar crept forward again.
“Jesus is watching you,” the voice boomed again. The burglar stopped dead again. He was frightened. Frantically, he
looked all around. In a dark corner, he spotted a bird cage and in the
cage was a parrot. “Was that you who said Jesus is watching me?” he asked the parrot. “Yes,” said the parrot. The burglar breathed a sigh of relief then asked, “Is your name
Jesus?” “No. It’s Clarence,” said the bird. “That’s a dumb name for a parrot,” sneered the burglar. “What idiot
named you Clarence?” The parrot said, “The same idiot who named the Rottweiler Jesus.”
Only Slightly Rude:
Needs a Caption:
This picture is begging to be used in a caption competition LMAO – but I’m not going to make any suggestions.
Because I Can:
Tara is a music snob.
Tim has been leaving his curtains open and decking his halls.
Patricia has a Harvest Potluck book for download.
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I like it! and thank you for the shout out….oooo and while I was reading my upgrade to Dragon Dictate was just dropped off…you have inspired me to get back with it…
Nice seeing you here…now must click away and check out all your links
Patricia, no, thank you. Thank you for coming back and leaving comments. I have some interesting plans for this blog and not everyone will like them. As a result of what I’m going to do here I’m not expecting to have a lot of company in the comments, so I value the comments I do get.
I think one of my main actions in my life is just to be here…and if leaving comments means I was here…well you can count on me..
I have also watched the Charlie decorate the Christmas Tree video 3 times today – that just was so cute…was like an angel delivering delight – thank you for that connection
Patricia, that’s a philosophy I should adopt. It’s like leaving a footprint.
Hey hang on there a cotton pickin minute.
You can’t stand there, or sit there, or whatever (why am I really really worried that you were actually on the toilet while writing this…?) and call me a music snob and not reveal what you were brought up listening to.
I have my suspicions, but I demand sir, that you reveal all.
That is all x
Ahhgh! Tara! You scared me! Where did you sneak in from? You weren’t supposed to see this!
You’ll have to torture me before I reveal the music of my yoof! One thing I will tell you is my friends all laughed at me all those years ago when I admitted liking “Amarillo” by Tony Christie. Who’s laughing now?! Eh? Eh?
Just tell me it wasn’t anything by Val Doonican. Or Des O’Connor and all will be well.
OK! I promise it wasn’t anything by Des O’Connor.