Sorry men but I must go here. I am sure many women; mothers, girlfriends and wives alike wonder what it is that causes men to shartle.
When one sharts due to sudden unseen excitement or state of shock.
Without going into graphic detail most know what a shartle is. For those who are confused – Ladies it is when you pick your mans jockeys up by the corners and hold them arms distance as you run them to the laundry room.
What is up men? I know your mothers taught you how to wipe properly, or did they? Is it a man thing that when you feel the need to pass gas you “push” extra hard to make sure you get the most relief?
I am at a loss. All I know is my panties have never experienced the shame of a shartle. I would worry I smelled of ass if I walked around all day knowing I had basically left a partial load in my drawers.
So from all of the women in your life who have the illuminating task of doing your laundry – try wiping better, don’t worry how manly your farts smell or sound and most importantly if you know you have shartle drawers do your own damn laundry!
I want to take today’s blog and thank everyone who stops by my site, those who like it, those who don’t and those who share comments with me.
When I started Postcards I wanted it to be as interactive as possible. I am learning, with your help, how to achieve that.
I have dabbled with long and short posts. I have settled, for now, on shorter to the point posts that call for comment.
I have also been testing what days seem best for you as a reader. I have decided I will be a weekend blog. That way I can spend Mon-Thurs writing and editing for a three day run. Of course that could change too, I am prone to indecisive action
I am blessed and excited to be going to Phoenix this Friday for the WP Conference. If anyone reading this is going please let me know, I would so enjoy meeting!
Without WordPress I would not have discovered what a wonderful outlet blogging can be. There is so much I want to learn to make my site one you will want to continue visiting.
As it is Sunday, that means Funday. Let’s try to make at least one happy memory today!
How many women have ever looked at a man in amazement as he is staring you in the eye lying. I am talking stupid lies. “No honey I have not had a drink.” Meanwhile he is slurring and smells like a brewery. How stupid do you think I am? If you try to reason with him an inane argument erupts. Somehow it ends up to where it is your fault. What the fuck. Seriously, there is nothing more irritating than a man lying. I have not met one who did not need lying lessons. So ladies here is some sage advice from my husbands mother; nod and smile. You can think anything as you nod and you will avoid an argument about the stupid lie he is trying to sell as you smile.
If there be no remedy, why worry? This is an old Spanish Proverb. If it can’t be fixed, maybe it’s not broke. I am the worry queen. I truly do “make worry” like baking a pie I mix all the bothersome thoughts and what do you know a worry pops up. My shrink told me I worry about a lot of things. I wanted to say “new clue Sherlock.” I mindfully think about worry in the now. It is true if I think about right now there is nothing to worry about. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
Depression is a peeker today. I know this from my clinical trial of one. Peekers are days you feel good yet there is this feeling right on the edge of your last nerve. You feel the depression yet you are not depressed. The depression is peeking around your brain looking to blow to fruition. It’s a beautiful spring day, I am out and about. Why the angst? True peeker day.
I spent pretty much all weekend picking a theme, exporting, importing and emailing for help. I must be computer illiterate but I found, and am still finding, this whole process daunting to say the least.
Exporting my domains, its now girl and postcards from a semi-mad woman, from where they were (don’t ask) and importing to WordPress was relatively easy. With the help of Lizthefair I got through this unscathed. On to mapping my domain (don’t ask) after an hour of staring at the map domain page I had “postcards” in the que. Whether to hit purchase or wait, well I still have my finger on the trigger. Poor Lizthefair.
I thought to myself move on, leave this mapping thing for a while, pick a theme. I picked “Blogy”. I purchased this theme as I thought it looked to be an easy beginner blog site. It may be. I have yet to figure out why when I look at it I see pretty panels and color and a header of bubble looking things. When I leave and go to my site it is solid coral with just my writing. Blah.
Yes I’m mad. Mad at myself for being such a dumbass that I can’t set up what is supposed to be an easy blog site. Mad at myself for spending this much time on it. Mad that after spending this much time on it I am still only one quarter of the way to where I want to be. Is this the fun part of blogging? So far for me it is not.
I hope my fellow BloggingU bloggers had more fun and were more successful at finding their theme. For me I am waiting for another email from Lizthefair and one from the developers of Blogy.
I’m getting ready to have a cocktail it is finally 5:00pm, watch some football and close this laptop down until tomorrow.