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Posted by BellaLolaBrigida at 7:17 PM - No Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Please Take Notice ...
 

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Posted by BellaLolaBrigida at 10:22 PM - 12 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Dump Talk ...
 

Need to dump? One date and he's clinging? Thought you had found Mr. Right? He's a cheater? Here's a couple of letters that will Kiss Him Off!

Dear ________________,

Your call this afternoon was flattering. I'm glad you thought last night was the best night of your life but I hate to burst your bubble; it certainly wasn't mine.

While you have been replaying the scenario in your mind in eager anticipation of future rendezvous, I have spent the day:
a) regretting every moment
b) changing my phone number
c) trying to enter the witness protection program

Your whining about lost loves, rejection, and heartbreak made me feel sorry for you. Thus, the sex we engaged in was:

a) an act of mercy
b) an act of stupidity
c) a result of forgetting to take my medication
d) all of the above, i.e., a PITY FUCK and nothing more.

Someone as pathetic as you should really try:

a) a good therapist
b) Dianetics
c) a tight noose and a tall ladder

Do me a favor and forget you ever met me ...


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Dear ________________,

Fancy bumping into you last night at ___________________ (name of local hot-spot) with _________________(secretary, co-worker, supposed friend, whomever). If you want to spend time with some vapid bimbo in ______________________________(frosted blue eye shadow, red-sequined wonder bra, unflattering Lycra midriff top, Lee Press-On nails) that's your prerogative. Just don't plan on spending any more ___________________ (lunches, evenings, weekends) with me. I'd rather ___________________________ (have my taxes audited, get a root canal, have a bikini wax).

You told me you were working late last night. You were working alright. I suppose you'd call that little tryst of yours a business meeting, right? Well that would certainly explain why your "colleague" _______________(was on her knees, had her tongue down your throat, had her panties around her ankles). Where was her steno pad, down your pants? And I guess you were looking for the pen you dropped down her blouse.

Your lines may be well rehearsed, but I've read the script and this act is over. Now it's time for you to take some dictation. Delete me from your _________________________(buddy list, rolodex, speed dial, unfaithful, cheating heart).

There are other fish to fry, Daddy and I'm turning up the heat.

Later,

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and last but not least, here's The MR. RIGHT Rejection Letter

Dear [____rejectee's name here_____],

I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as Mr. Right. As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition:

[Check all those that apply]
___ Your breasts are bigger than mine.
___ Your last name is objectionable. I can't imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.
___ The fact that our finest dining experience to date has been at McDonald's reveals a thriftiness that I find unappealing.
___ Your inadvertent admission that you "buy condoms by the truckload" indicates that you may be interested in me for something other than my personality.
___ You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me one.
___ Your legs are skinnier than mine. If you can FIT into my pants, then you can't GET into my pants.
___ Your "Putting on a few, aren't you babe?" comment, given the 9-months pregnant size of your beer gut, was inappropriate.
___ You failed the credit check.
___ I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing.
___ The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.
___ The phrase "My Mother" has popped up far too often in conversation.
___ You still live with your parents.
___ You mention your ex-girlfriend's name more than you mention mine.
___ Three words: Size does matter.

Sincerely,
[Your name here]

Got somebody to dump? that should do it!

Have a great day, bloggers!

Posted by BellaLolaBrigida at 12:56 PM - 16 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 The Big Black Farting Monster ...
 

Do you guys remember what at my house farts, well, besides myself of course? Isn't that more information than you needed to know! so ...

no, not me, but my big black farting monster would be my refrigerator. Every once in awhile it just rips a big one! I don't know why it does this, well today ... after I went to the store I was putting groceries away, and I was getting ready to make me a bologna sandwich when I reached for the mustard and it was rather liquidy, more so than I remember it being, and then I happen to notice it wasn't even cold, and of course the milk jug wasn't very cold either!

Panic time!!!! A refrigerator on the blink? OMG! I can't afford a new refrigerator! This is a maytag side by side, big black honker that is 36 inches deep; it's huge! I acquired this refrigerator from my ex as a free gift to me, which he purchased secondhand from somebody who was remodeling their kitchen!

well, well, well, isn't that lovely? my big black farting refrigerator is going to bite the dust ... hmmmmmm, or is it?

I happen to recall at one point today finding my refrigerator door ajar, and not shut all the way, which I immediately remedied. How long was it ajar? I'm not sure. I can't remember back that far~! LOL ...

so now I am retracing my steps ... hmmm, for lunch at 11 today I fixed some eggs, so I had to undoubtedly get them out of the refrigerator, so one would assume that given the door was ajar from say 11 p.m. until 4 when I finished working ... no,no no, that's not right because when I came home from the grocery at approximately 5:30ish I did not find the refrigerator door ajar! ...

okay now being the Sherlock Holmes I am, I would have to surmise that (if I could remember the last time before that I was in the refrigerator) I might have a clue as to how long the door had been ajar! Oh my word! What frickin use it is to know that information now anyway?

all I know is that at 5:30ish going on 6, I happen to notice that most things in my refrigerator were not that cold! so what does a single gal do? She calls her gardener of course, who was butt naked out of the shower standing there dripping (ok, ok, he said he was still the shower?)answering the phone only to find me on the other end asking him if he knows anything about refrigerators? or knows someone who might? Of course he was very polite dripping wet, so I let him go back to his shower! I figured he would call me back when he was done, but what to my wondering eyes should appear? but him at my door 30 minutes later! so I have to rush to find a shirt to put on, don't ask, the house was hot where I didn't have the air conditioner on ... so I'm scrambling for a shirt hollering hold on, I'll be right there, after I get off the phone and throw it on!

Long story short, *insert laff here huh* I don't know that my big black farting monster will get cold or not; it is throwing cold air out to the freezer?? I guess 24 hours will tell the tale!

it's a wait and see thing now. Say a prayer for my monster will ya? Otherwise I'll be asking for donations tomorrow! Make checks payable to the poor appalachian female fund!

Posted by BellaLolaBrigida at 7:56 PM - 29 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Hillbilly Picnic ...
 

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When I was growing up, oftentimes the house would heat up trying to cook dinner, especially during those hot summer sweltering months, and who wanted to eat inside with all that heat? Heck fire, we'd just pack the dining room table and chairs outside and have a picnic! We thought that was the coolest!

Yep, being one of six mouths to feed, there was no such thing as luxury around our house! We had enough to eat, but meals were cooked, my mom knew how to stretch a dollar. If you were late to the table, you'd be lucky to find anything left! Meal time was the one time everybody had to sit together; otherwise you starved! LOL ... there was no such thing as leftovers! Dinner at the table gave you the chance to find out what was going on with your siblings, watch the interaction between your mother and father, and gossip about friends and such; report your grades and homework assignments and of course bicker about the chores you were assigned! The art of dinner conversation around a table seems lost in most households today.

and air conditioning? Yeah, right, only rich people had air conditioning when I was growing up, or so I thought. Not until I grew up and had children of my own did I realize such the wonder of air conditioning! Now I'm spoiled! cause not only do I have air conditioning, I have a patio table, too! and it isn't the dining room table either!



Hope everybody is having a wonderful holiday weekend.
Posted by BellaLolaBrigida at 6:16 PM - 18 Comments   Add a Comment  
 
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