Happy 1 month indigoandviolet.
Let’s see you give me another 11 active months – then I would call you a small success.
There is a lot to blogging than just saying random things, venting in rambling rants or being ordinarily funny. These were some of the things that slapped me in welcome:
I am paranoid. I haven’t put up identifiable details or pictures on indigoandviolet because I believe that the CIA is out there, listening, watching and waiting to water-board me and I hate getting my hair wet.
This was posted around Christmas on some of my friend's facebook:
To All My LIBERAL Democrat Friends:
Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2012, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere. Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.
To My Conservative Republican Friends:
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Yes, our sensitivities are so irritable that anything can cause outrage of unimaginable proportions. Bill Maher sums it up succinctly in his 'Please Stop Apologizing' opinion column.
I know what you did last summer. Sometimes too much information is just scary. I know the full names of atleast 5 mommies with small kids at home. I also happen to know their address with relative accuracy and a picture of their house. I know the names of their children. This alone scares me. I do not want online strangers knowing my name, the names of my children or where I live. Ofcourse, they are welcome to details of my married life, parenthood and each of my likes and dislikes but don't say my name! And to mommies whose names I know, I won't come knocking at your door - I hate driving that far out.
Your = belongs to you. You're = You are. Dis is wot hppens wen u tlk like dis & u 4get wich is wich or wot is wot. Dis speak is rite ^ der wit men hu wear their pants real lo & sho their undies.
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