“Now, I don’t think I’m the kind of guy who does rants well enough to copy Sandra Ruttan, whose rants and raves are the reading delight of apparently hundreds and hundreds of aficionados in two North American nations. She gets more traffic than an adult toy store. Or at least the chocolate store next door to it. I don’t know as how I could maintain that level of excitement long enough. But her blog IS one I’d aspire to.”
I found that comment yesterday on Forrest’s blog and I had to smile. Excitement?
I never really thought of my blog as exciting. Okay, I’ve been known to have the odd rant, but I’m not alone in that department. Yesterday, I discovered Amra Pajalic can give this ranter a run for her money any day of the week. And James O has the ability to tear a topic to shreds in a very worthy fashion.
Of course, there are other blogs…many many other blogs.
Should I, like Forrest infers, rename mine Sandra’s Sex Shop and be all about spankings and sex toys, or change my blog to Sandra Rant and shred topic after topic for your entertainment?
I guess the question of the day is, how would you describe my blog?
I know I’ve been quieter than usual the past few days but I’ve got a few things planned for next week that I hope you’ll all enjoy. Scroll down for kitty pictures!
And, fittingly, today’s jokes courtesy of my friend, Forrest.
A new teacher is trying to make use of her Psychology courses. She starts her class by saying, "Everyone who thinks you're stupid, stand up."
After a few seconds, little Johnny stood up.
The teacher said, "Do you think you're stupid, Johnny?"
"No, ma'am," he says, “but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself."
Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up Jack's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard.
They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently "widowed," she explained. "I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house."
"Don't worry," Jack said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light."
The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.
About nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney.
It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.
He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, "Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up North?"
"Yes, I do."
"Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"
"Yes," Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out. "I have to admit that I did."
"And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?"
Bob's face turned red and he said, "Yeah, sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did."
"Why do you ask?"
"She just died and left me everything."