This blog is about me, so let’s talk about me.
I just went through some of the family pictures on this computer to see what I could come up with for a post.
And this is the best I could come up with…
Look! Proof that I can multitask. You think driving a boat and eating a sandwich is easy?
Here is proof that I can eat a really big cinnamon bun all by myself. Wow, when I was downloading this picture I noticed that I have already used up 10% of my space on this blog. In just 10 months. Should I be worried about that?
Here is proof that I am comfortable in a natural setting. Or at least it is proof that I sometimes go outside.
There is proof that not only do I go outside now and then, but that I can walk up hill… even though it looks like it hurts me to do so.
I can even go outside when it is cold, but I don’t look particularly happy about that either.
Okay, that looks like I am in pain and I am just standing there. I am becoming way to civilized. Where is my inner Conan the barbarian?
Here is proof that I can fly a plane… or at least sit in the cockpit of a plane at the Boeing plant tour in Seattle.
This isn’t really proof of anything except how weird I am, but I was happy to meet someone taller than me.
And last but not least, for those of you who doubted it, here is proof that I ate a whole scorpion conveniently encased in sweet candy goodness.
They don’t really have much of a taste, and the shells a very crunchy.
Pouring My Art Out 
Haaaa!!! These are terrific! Even that one with you hugging the very tall pirate.
Gorgeous views, too! I esp. love the Cinnamon Bun Mountain.
All kidding aside…very impressive. My gosh! you live an exciting life!
Wait till you read some of the stories from my younger days. Or my near death experiences. Stuff just seems to happen to me.
You should have saved the Cinnabun until the end, that looks delicious.
Feel proud, I have lots of trouble walking up hills.
Hills are good for views and that’s it.
Scorpion? How do they catch those and put them in the candy? Ouch.
There are a lot of them, but maybe they have little scorpion farms.
<<< Vertically challenged. Also, outdoor challenged, but that is a lifestyle choice, and anyone who says otherwise is lying.
Life is all about choices, and nature in the wild is seldom mild.
re driving and eating, not hard, ewww scorpion, you should have felt the coldness here today whilst i shoveled out double driveway…my Hubby is 6ft8…hugging Paul Bunion??…
6 8 ??? Holy crap.
yep and i’m 5ft1 lol
Hubby has 6 sisters and a brother, his tallest sister is 6’3′ it’s very overwhelming for me being with his family when we used to live in the same town.
Like being in the redwoods… ha…
a very loud red woods! i only have one sister and a a quiet “prim, proper” religious family so going into his huge, loud partying family has been a shock to my system…overwhelming to in that i struggle with social phobia and BDD…his sisters are all model like.
Think of them as a protective force field.
they are too, any one of them would go to bad for me/us if necessary. they are more family to me then mine by far.
All right then.
ahaha not go bad go to bat….i just saw my typo! Freudian slip??
Your slip is showing.
oops scuse me
Well I should hope so.
pft…you much be feeling slightly better
I much be.
oh my goodness, my stupid brain, here we go again…
Where are we going now? Ha.
good question….ha
simmer down…
why?
Why not?
because
sigh
Awwww, I love the Paul Bunyan hug. That’s what I look like hugging Mr. Cheekydiva. How tall are you by the way? And what a nice…family?…you have.
I am 6 feet 4 inches tall with size 15 feet… just sayin’…
Wow! MrCheeky is a little taller, but his feet are smaller. Which probably explains why he falls down a lot. I am 5 foot 3..on a good day, when I’m lying.
Is today a good day?
*sigh* today I’m only 4 foot 11.
Ha. You are a Hobbit.
Did you hear somewhere that my feet are big and hairy? Because that’s an ugly rumor.
Even ugly rumors have a basis in truth…
I am so totally just kidding…
It’s the ears, right? The ears just lead people to assume I’m a hobbit. I have to run around in flip flops, sticking my feet in people’s faces to show them that I am in fact, not a hobbit. I’m an elf. Like the shiny bow and arrows, the creepy blue eyes and the kick ass jewelry fashioned after leaves wasn’t a dead give away? The fact that I look just like a female Hugo Weaving should also be a clue.
It should be a clue… and a warning…
Pity MrCheeky. Oh how he suffers.
Not if he is hot for Hugo…
Not so much
So he doesn’t like Weaving… is he more a knitting guy? Ha.
Ha ha. He likes women. He doesn’t really care what needle crafts they are into.
Good answer.