Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Go Blog Urself, Buddy


Here we are, Jules and I, showing off our birthday presents from the dear Mikey (fellow blogger). Sure, I cropped our heads, our ample bosoms and the rest of our bodies. But it had to be done as we did not look our most beautiful. And trust me, Jules is beautiful. Happy Birthday to you darlin'. And Mikey? Thanks for the perfect birthday present! You were so innocent before we got our blogging hands on you.

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My five things for today. . .

1. I fight for the underdog.
2. I strive to be fair and just.
3. I am creative.
4. I am constantly searching for a deeper understanding of myself.
5. I give good giggle.

14 comments:

alissa said...

Love love love the shirts! I want one!

Mikey said...

Glad you and Jules love the shirts.

Neil said...

Does #5 mean you make people giggle or does it mean that people appreciate your giggle? Or both?

Melissa said...

Neil, would you know what it meant if you replaced the word giggle with head?

What do the t-shirts say????

Sizzle said...

they say "go blog urself"

and your retort to neil is priceless! ha ha.

Bre said...

After reading #s 1 and 2, I've decided that you have good superhero potential!

Jacynth said...

I have a question on #4: does that mean that once you think you understand yourself you don't go with that understanding thinking there is another understanding out there and so on and so on? Seems complicated. :)

Bob Merrick said...

Bobby Trucks was a fat little boy
Living in a shitty little town
Every recess the dodge ball flew
And knocked poor Bobby down
4:00 when he got home
Upstairs in his room
He'd close the door
Tie on his cape
Put on his skin-tight suit
And he'd sing

Underdog victorious
He was simply glorious
Someday he'd die notorious
Underdog victorious

A couple years later tried out for the band
Did covers of Matchbox 20
But he was dreaming of the New York Dolls
And Max's Kansas City
Of course they never called him back
They thought he was too queer
But he didn't care, back in his room
He sang into the mirror
And he sang

Underdog victorious
He was simply glorious
Someday he'd die notorious
Underdog victorious

He could see into the future
That was one of his great gifts
And one day all those dodge ball bullies
Would dream of his sweet kiss
And they'd dream

Underdog victorious
He was simply glorious
Someday he'd die notorious
Underdog victorious
Underdog victorious
He was simply glorious
Someday he'd die notorious
Underdog victorious

Mrs. Ca said...

Awesome shirts, and great picture.

Jules said...

dude, you SO have to send me a copy of that photo, 'cause in the one that Remy took I have way too many teeth!

you were delightful company last night, as always.

Nihilistic said...

You do give good giggle!

Bill said...

I thought "give good giggle" meant you told jokes while ... well, you know. Or perhaps it meant you use a feather?

And perhaps this all relates to #3?

(I'm in a silly mood again. Oh yes ... must be because it's after midnight when I have to go to bed even though I'm WIDE awake! Getting up for work in the morning screws up life.)

jjjj said...

1. I will actually miss my bizarre neighbors at Melrose Place.
2. I will no longer be able to call my new digs, Melrose Place.
3. I look forward to decorating my new space, whereever that may be with my cozy touch.
4. Moving isn't that bad.
5. Friday is my day off.

Anthony S. said...

http://anthonyscoggins.blogspot.com/2006/01/underdogs-and-lisa-loebs-voice.html

I love that song...