I couldn’t decide what I wanted to this blog entry on.  This is my 100th entry here at Simply Girly. Well - for this go round - which started on Nov 10th.  I wanted to mark it somehow. Make it special. 

I thought about telling you great blog readers about the time when I fell down while riding on the front of a bike and smashed into a building - thus never learning to ride a bike. I thought about telling you about how I used to love to roller skate, and for Christmas when I was 16 I was in Baton Rouge skating up and down the roads with brothers; reveling in the warm winter weather.  But none of that seemed right.

I thought about telling you of the nice guy I met, well re-met, last night at the Pegasus.  His name is DancerBoyjamin, and he’s a philosopher too.  I thought about telling you about the weird dreams I had last night.  I was a sexy socialite, with three men who wanted me.  But none of that seemed right.

I finally decided on this.  For my 100th entry I am going to extol the virtues of you ::smiley::

Thank you! Thank you for reading me every day. Thank you for laughing with me, and sending me wishes of good health. Thanks for making blogging fun for me - and something I really enjoy doing.  As much as I say that “I blog me for me” it’s really not true.  I blog for the sense of community - I blog for the sense of entertainment.  I try to entertain you all, as well as myself. It’s been a great ride so far and I really appreciate all of you dear blog readers.  You laugh at my jokes; you understand my humor. You bear with me when I am sick and not bloggin a lot.  You always say nice things when I’ve put up yet another skin.  You readers make this blog what it is. If you weren’t around this blog wouldn’t be the same. I would prolly still be here writing drivel, and talking to myself; but it’s SO much more fun when other people listen. 

SO Thank you , dear blog reader, for being a reader of Simply Girly; a reader of me!

I had a dream last night about Jon.  He was this guy I had a huge crush on in college.  (Neal was there too - I always had a crush on him too, but he was kind of a jerk to me so I never let on I liked him.) Jon was the production manager when I started working at KDLX - my first semester I was on the production team.  He was a really decent guy.  It may have had a chance, if I had even been single when I knew him.  But Jon was one of those decent guys - you know the kind - who wouldn’t fool around with another mans girl. ::smiley::  Damn those decent guys.  I never even got to kiss him. Not once, not ever.  He’s prolly married to some beautiful super model now. I can just feel his energy right now - even thought I haven’t seen him in years.  I just want to say his name out loud, into a mirror or something, over and over - in hopes that he will appear. You know, like the scary chick in the mirror. What’s her name? Mary something? I dunno.  Jon G, Jon G, Jon G!  Did it work?  no.  dammit.  Maybe if I send enough “im lookin for you vibes” into the universe he will find me? It’s worth a shot.

I still sound like a frog - but I feel 96.7% better ::wink::

I’ve made the conscience decision to stop watching GH.  I hate what they are doing to my favorite characters - and I am sick of the main front burner story. I will be in KC starting Sunday so it just makes sense to stop now.

I’ve been working on a new design for a friend’s son. I can’t wait to share it with all of you. It’s not quite live yet though.

T-minus 6 days and counting. We leave Sunday at 2pm to head to Kansas City for Christmas/New Years! I am so excited!  But that means we’ve got tons of work to do this week.  This house is a wreck with the last two weeks sickness.  Ive still got to finish my Christmas cards.  We’ve got to pack. It’s gonna be a hazy crazy next few days; to be sure.

’Twas the week before Christmas, and Santa was stressed.
So he sparked up a doobie, and tried to get messed.
As he toked on his blunt, and let the high set in.
In walked head elf, Johnny Delwin.
We got a small problem, Johnny said with a moan.
We’re out of supplies, and our budget is blown!
We’re all out of money, he said with a jeer.
We blew it on, pot, cheap women and beer.
If were gonna save Christmas, we’re gonna need cash.
We promise we won’t spend it, on Vodka or hash!
We need to buy supplies, to finish the gifts.
We’ll work day and night, in 12 hour shifts!!
I don’t have a dime, Santa said with a shout!
When I divorced Mrs.Claus, the bitch cleaned me out!
So they were all out of money, and short on time.
But to have no Christmas presents, would be a crime!!
I will save Christmas!! There’s always a way.
Said Santa aloud, as he jumped on his sleigh.
And with that he was gone, vanished into the sky.
Johnny turned to his mate, and said,"Let’s go get high”

To make some fast money, Santa knew he had the answer…
Just shake a little ass, as a MALE EXOTIC DANCER!!!
So that’s how Santa saved Christmas, but keep tight lipped. ‘Cause the IRS doesn’t need to know, how much he made while he stripped.

I’m feeling better today. less like a drugged out wacko.  hopefully it’s getting better now ;) I still SOUND awful, but that’s OK :) I feel OK.  Still a bit spacey. I really don’t like that spacey feeling. Not one bit.  I feel like I am trapped in a lifetime movie, or a Dr Seuss novel or something.  One week from today I will be in Kansas City though.  and that rocks!  Course that means Ive TONS of work to do in the next 7 days.  Clean this house from top to bottom; get someone to take the red car away; find the laundry card so I don’t have to go to the Laundromat again; pack; finish and mail Christmas cards. It’s a lot.  I still feel drunk.  Make it stop. Make it stop.

Dec 14th 2000 - i’m done.
Dec 14th 2002 - A B C’s

shit.  i wrote this entry all out, then i closed the window and i lost it. i am still being effected by the nyquill i took lat night at 8ish then again at like 11ish. add that to the OTC sinus stuff and you’ve got one space cadet Luka.  ( i saved it in draft this time..woot woot.) I feel drunk.  maybe a nice hot shower will help that?  i sure hope so. cause this feeling isn’t cool.

dec 13th 2000 - it’s insane
dec 13th 2001 - your ex girlfriend
dec 13th 2002 - money for floods

apparently i hadn’t lost the entry, i just opened a page on top of it.  i found it after i had written out this new one. oh well. maybe going back to sleep is a better idea?  those dreams were N I C E!

as hired ”mommy” i get the most annoying set of phone calls.  I had 10 missed calls this morning.  9, NINE, were from my boys in Btown.  They called to tell me that Nibbler (not his real name) had diarrhea Nibbler left messages just crying, two of them, and one just begging me to call. When I called him back he was all chipper and cheerful.  I asked him what was wrong, and he told me.  I asked him if his roommate, Slim (also not his real name), helped him take the meds he was supposed to take when he got diarrhea. He said that he did, and that he felt better.  I tried to get them to understand that if they can fix it themselves they don’t need to call me.  I am so sick and tired of answering calls from them about upset tummies and dreams about ovens blowing up. I tried using the “boy who cried wolf” story with the two of them, but I don’t know if Nibbler gets it.  I think Slim does, at lest a little bit, but while I was trying to talk to them about - Slim launched into his dream from last night.  It’s gonna be a loooong day.

Dec 12 2000 it’s all about college baby

my husband decided to sleep in our bed last night; knowing full well I’ve got a wicked cold and that I snore like a band saw when I have a cold. But he slept there anyway and harassed me; made me sleep on my tummy. ::cry::  I am so exhausted today.  And it’s only 9 in the morning.  I have a LOOOOONG day ahead of me; and these cramps are kicking my butt.

Dec 11th 2002 - you get 2 for the price of one today

some genius in Hamilton, Michigan was searching my site for pr0n, apparently.

i wish i could find what they found without having to search for it again.  ya know.  oh well.  it was nothing good ::wink::  well nothing “hot nude girl” good ::kiss::