I know, I have been posting a lot of cute posts lately. Post with photos of my second honeymoon in Maui, and the state fair, and my recent trip to the Bay Area. But that isn’t really what this blog is about. It is about my life. It is a view inside my head… my crack squirrel-infested head…
I like to read the little info tags on the gravatar images of my new followers. Some of you seem to be very nice, highly educated, upstanding citizens. I think one of you even has a doctorate in behavioral psychology. So I do these posts every now and then, just to make sure that you are fully aware that these brief periods of cute, wholesome, normality are going to come to an end sooner or later. And then things are going to get weird.
You might want to poke around a little. My whole sidebar and the top bar are set up to make it easy to find things on this blog. Pick something random and click on it. Or pick a random month and scroll through the post titles. If, after ten minutes, you decide that this place is not your cup of tea, I will totally understand if you want to unfollow me.
I do this just so you don’t open your reader page some day and find a picture of Dick Cheney Photoshopped into some outrageous situation, or read a poem about something that scars you for life.
Although, now that I think about it, it might be nice if the behavioral psychologist sticks around… you might come in handy…
Pouring My Art Out 
It’s a good thing you come with your own warning. You might want to mention that for every one post from anyone else you provide at least 10 posts from you. Just in case they find themselves falling behind. Like me.
It’s the crack squirrels… they never sleep.
You are the only place I start to feel a bit sane.
That should worry you a little
Dear New Followers, get out, out while you still can! And send help….shh, he’s coming…he’ll beat me with breadsticks again.
Back in the cage!
Noooooooooooo
sorry… you know the rules
Slight problem: some people will think Dick Cheney is cute. What then?
Then I guess Dick Cheney’s wife would unfollow this blog.
no… she loves me too much.
Then they really need to unfollow me…