My sister’s Pomeranian had puppies Tuesday night, six of them to be exact. Four of them are black and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a black one before. I asked my sister if she was sure that a Pomeranian had actually mated with Sasha and she said that the father was black. I should’ve went over there last night since I’ve never seen a dog give birth. She sent a picture but the puppies are itty bitty and it was on a picture phone so naturally even with glasses my eyes almost crossed. I guess I’ll have to go over there sometime this weekend and see the future fur balls.

I’m still getting used to my cell phone. I actually remembered to take it with me while running some errands. I forgot to turn it on but at least I didn’t forget it. Now why did Lady J clown me for not being up on text and picture messages? Until a few days ago I never sent a text message or a picture from a phone and I am working with a new UI so give me some slack. I’m good to go now. Besides I could clown you on a couple of things.

My lips aren’t big. Jimmy Walker has big lips. Joe Camel, um I mean Jay-Z has big lips. Those African people who put the clay disks behind their lips have some big lips. My lips are full thank you, not big.

I received my first Christmas card earlier this week. It was from my former dealer and my name was misspelled.

I received a card from “A” today. It’s kind of weird because I’m not used to her being how do I want to say it, overtly affectionate. I know she cares about me otherwise she wouldn’t be my best friend but part of me is always half expecting to get hit square in the nose with some sarcasm. I’m not complaining or anything, just thinking out loud. She’s been going through a lot of bad stuff for the past few years and I’m glad that she hasn’t shut down and tried to deal with everything herself. I worry about her sometimes but I don’t want to get all mushy and shit. I do like the affection because affectionate people are sorely lacking in my life but at the same time I’m not used to it and don’t always know how to react to it or react properly.

I guess I’ll buy my holiday stamps and Christmas cards sometime this weekend. I don’t think I’ll be sending out many cards this year because a lot of people were purged this year. It’s still cheaper to buy a box of cards though so a box it is.

I’m having the hardest time finding half naked or otherwise skimpily clad women in Santa hats or Christmas gear to put on my blog. Well, I can find plenty of white women dressed like that but not much of anything else.

I have imported about a 25% of my Blogger posts to my new blog. Importing the comments are going to be a bitch and a half. I guess I’ll just import all of the posts and get around to doing the comments whenever I get around to doing them.

I added two new polls over to the left. One asks if you’re ready for Christmas because it is the holiday season after all. Joy on Earth and goodwill towards men and all of that razzmatazz. I was discussing with someone the fact that I was thinking of changing my name because apparently some people think that there’s not much more to me than my name. She told me that even if I changed my name and never made even a remotely sexual comment that I’d still be a horny, nasty, perverted, freak. Um thanks. Not!

I got a chance to play around on someone’s Blogger beta account. It’s not bad. I even like it better than the current version in a lot of ways. Of course it was only with a default template so I’m not sure how well beta plays with custom templates. I need to look around and play with a beta account that has a custom template before heralding one and all to jump ship to beta. I know I can revert back to my current template if they don’t play well but I’m not trying to experiment on my baby until my new baby is up and running.

Looks like we’re going to get fucked in the ass in the snow department this weekend. So far mid-Michigan is expecting about 5-8 inches of snow. What do we get? Apparently we’ll be lucky to get 1 or 2 inches. Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck! Oklahoma could see a foot of snow and we might be lucky to get an inch or two? Oklahoma?! Why the fuck do they get snow?! I can’t wait to get the fuck out of southeast Michigan and away from this shitty weather. I live in the north and in a state shaped like a fucking mitten with a gun. I don’t think it’s too unreasonable to expect some fucking snow! Hey machine God, tell that bitch Mother Nature that I’m holding up a finger for her and to guess which one! Looks like it’s time for me to pull out my snow dance.

Hey ShereeJoi, how do you like the weather now? BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

I need to find me some big booty cuddle monkeys soon.

Why do people act so surprised when a killer whale or other wild animal attacks their “trainer”? Duh! It’s not a cuddle whale, a squeeze and kiss whale, or a get into the pool with me I won’t hurt you whale, it’s a fucking killer whale! Note the word KILLER! I’m always surprised it didn’t happen earlier or more often. You step into a lion’s cage with a whip always threatening to whip the king of the jungle and wonder why he gets an ancestral flashback and tries to dine on you?

If I ever meet Ladynay I’m going to hit her up for that double cheeseburger and chocolate ice cream.

Burnt pepperonis are tasty.

I finally saw those Britney Spear’s crotchless panty shots. I wasn’t really all that impressed with her beaver. Oh I’d still run up in her and violate her seven ways to Sunday, especially if she agreed to wear that vinyl catsuit or the schoolgirl outfit but for all of the hype it was given I was kind of expecting more. I do feel a little better knowing that her snatch is bald because furry beavers are grotesque to me.

I was watching videos the other night and got a look at Ciara. Damn, Ciara looks good as fuck! I don’t really watch videos all that often so I think it was either my first or second time seeing one of her videos. I can’t really get into that young’en R&B bit as long as I can hit the mute button, have a tub of Vaseline, and some paper towel then I’ll watch her videos any day. I can’t believe she let Lil Bow Wow hit it. Yeah, I know he ditched the Lil but he’s still a fucking short stack and to think that ignorant little nigglet cheated on her instead of stalking her so hard that her shadow files a restraining report is ridiculous. If she’s still into people with rhyming names then I’d like to throw my hat into the ring and show her how the big dogs roll.

Who the fuck told Pretty Ricky they were pretty? Fugly bastards!

That new Sam’s Club commercial with all of the smiling people in it is creepy as fuck! I’m glad you take Master Card now but please quit smiling at me with those Stepford grins. (Shudders)
I wonder how many people are still going to want to see Apocalypto once they find out the movie is spoken in Mayan with English subtitles. Guess I should be glad Mel hasn’t directed a black movie yet because I’m sure he’d have it spoken in jive and Ebonics with English subtitles. I personally think that people who are turned off by subtitles are either dyslexic, blind, or peons.

Peon is one of my favorite words. I actually learned about it when I was a kid watching wrestling. To one group of people the word can have a racist connotation and too everyone else it’s still an insult. Cool.

Am I bourgeois if I get irritated or upset when someone parks their beat up hoopty or jalopy next to my Pussy? How about if I told you I wouldn’t even consider letting someone who has a brokedown ride drive Pussy? I just get a bad vibe when I see someone’s raggedy ride next to my baby. I always get paranoid that they’re going to mess with my ride and that I’m going to have to go to jail for going upside someone’s head.

Why can’t I close my Hotmail/Windows Live Mail account? I have to basically abandon it for six months before they’ll shut it down. (Sigh) Well after today I won’t be checking or responding to any e-mail at my Hotmail address. Send any e-mails to my Gmail account or to one of my Yahoo account for those special few who have those addresses.

We totally got gypped in the snow department…again. We got an inch of rain but no fucking snow. Grrrr! I hate Mother Nature with a white hot passion.