Pissicle
pi·sic·cle (pi′sik′əl)
noun
a tapering, pointed, hanging piece of solidified urine, formed by the freezing or drying of dripping or falling urine
“Get a wet papertowel, Bo’s belly is full of pissicles!”
I thought I coined this term last night, as it turns out, it’s been in circulation a long time.
I know you are all dying to know how I finished September with Google’s Adsense.
Get ready for this!
I earned a total of…
$3.06
Yes. Thank you. Thank you very much!
Guys, I saw something disturbing today. I went to a business card exchange this afternoon. One of the fellows at this event had an absolutely obnoxious odor surrounding him. I found myself reeling back, trying to breath out of the side of my mouth so I might get some fresh air. Besides, dry heaving in his face just didn’t seem appropriate… yet here I am worried that I might retch from his filthy odor— why the heck didn’t he consider washing!?!!? At any rate, it gets better. I decided to try the old, shake hands and wish well routine just so I could break away and get some non polluted air into my lungs. As soon as I grasped his hand… HIS NIPPLES POPPED OUT. I could see them under his polo shirt. HE HAD THREE OF THEM!! Three smurf tents!
Yeah, it was quite a day.
I went Swing Dancing last night! I wore my full red skirt that reminds me of the skirt Cyndi Lauper wore in the Girls Just Want to Have Fun video, a black shirt and a big fat black braided pleather belt.
It was shortly after the dance lessons ended and all the real dancers stepped onto the dance floor that Johnny Castle came over to me and asked me to dance! He was dressed EXACTLY like Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing: tight, black button down, short-sleeved shirt and tight black pants. The one difference is he looked more like Slater from Saved by the Bell than Patrick Swayze. I told him that my only experience dancing was the earlier lessons. He said, "I’ll be gentle!" Well before I knew it, he had me spinning all over the dance floor! OH MY GOD! He was an amazing dancer and he actually made it easy to dance with him!
I felt like I was just gliding! I just know I had the most insane grin on my face because I was suddenly living my dream of being Ginger Rogers or one of the gorgeous ladies dancing in the Championship Ballroom Dancing hosted by Juliet Prowse. A number of other men asked me to dance and while they were good dancers, none equaled the suave elegance of AC Castle.
I know you think I put my amazing Photoshop skills to the test and created that amazing Mario Lopez as Patrick Swayze image… but you are wrong! I found it here!
I had my first meeting with my first prospect and it went well! So well in fact, I suspect they may even become my first customer! HOORAY! Maybe this crazy idea of working for myself isn’t so far fetched after all!
I got some bugs up my butt. I know this may sound really odd coming from a person who is a super advocate of women-only education but I am so tired of all the women only organizations, committees and blogs out there. I was just reading SCORE’s newletter and saw the following list of links:
Women’s Blog? Why? I clicked on it and there’s nothing there that wouldn’t apply to men too. Why exclude men? And think of how horrifying it would be if there was a link that said, “Men’s Blog.” Or is that the expert’s blog? Ouch! Why can’t we get beyond this separation for certain groups? Women and blacks but not white men. I can understand in the beginning needing something that might pertain to women only but we’ve come a long way, baby. I think it’s time we start smoking Marlboro’s.
The other bug up my butt is women who somehow find it empowering to pose nude or scantily clad. I went to the C4L Regional Conference last week and swam in a sea of literature and speeches that proclaimed INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS! INDIVIDUAL LIBERTIES! We don’t support African American rights, Gay rights, Women’s rights… WE SUPPORT AN INDIVIDUAL’S RIGHTS! There is no need to separate ourselves into groups because we are individuals first and foremost and we own ourselves! Lovely. I loved it. I really did. And then I walked around the vendors’ tables and came upon LOLA: Ladies of Liberty Alliance. They were selling a calendar featuring their prettiest members in various states of undress. WHY? WHY? “It’s empowering!” No diesel is empowering, this is just stupid. I am sorry. I support your right to do this but I have to question your sanity. Pose nearly nude and sell calendars— fine. Do it. I don’t care. But do you have to do it in the name of Liberty? Do you have to do it here? This is a political movement. Can’t we rise above this crazy urge to shake our boobies at all the unkempt Libertarian men? Do it on your own time. You want to raise money for the Liberty movement? Sell baked goods. Sell paintings of pug dogs. Sell some bars of soap. (God knows some of these people need it). Let’s just be people and come together and do the right thing.
OH, so you are doing this because women are shy and they are afraid to come to regular meetings and learn more about the Liberty movement. Well, I doubt these shy ladies are going to seek you gals out because of your sexy calendar. The more I think about it, it’s just a way to separate and splinter ourselves more. And it’s a great way to sexualize and objectify (and even insult) the few women who are in the movement.
Yeah, so in conclusion, I just don’t agree. It’s your right to do as you please and you are certainly not trampling on any of my rights. (And judging from all the guys wearing LOLA stickers at the conference, I am clearly in the minority here) I just wish you ladies could have come up with a better way of raising money and awareness. Shake your boobies someplace else. (Sorry, for that last sentence, I just like using the word boobies).
I feel better now. I am all ranted out. Thank you .
I just listened to a motivational speech online. It was all about visualizing what you want to accomplish. Our future selves manifest within our current thoughts and dreams. It’s important to daydream and imagine how we want our lives to be like. Blah blah blah. All good stuff. And I felt inspired! So inspired, I went for a walk in the drizzly rain without an umbrella. As I walked, I thought of how rarely I daydream anymore. When I was a kid I was a full time daydreamer! Considering how much time and energy I put into my daydreams as a kid- the sheer amount of visualization and desperate wanting, WHY ISN’T THE MILLENNIUM FALCON SITTING IN MY DRIVEWAY?
I guess it’s about visualizing what can be accomplished within our space-time continuum and not George Lucas’s imagination.
I went to a business networking meeting this morning. It started at 7am… SHARP! I was a guest. You see, I ran into one of my old clients the other day and told him of my desire to start my own business and he said that this networking club could be very helpful and I should attend as his guest. It’s once a week and it’s all about receiving leads and giving leads. Everyone helps everyone. And it’s the perfect way to grow a business. I decided I had nothing to lose so I went. Everyone was very nice. Right after breakfast, the president of the group asked me to stand up.
“Donna, you were the secret greeter. Can you please point out anyone who DID NOT greet you?”
The eyes of the 75 attendees bored into me. I was only greeted by about 1/2 the room.
“You guys are a great group, so very friendly! Every single one of you greeted me I am happy to say!”
The entire room applauded. The guy sitting next to me said, “That was a test, we wanted to see the type of person you are… can you believe there are people who actually walk around and point out the people who didn’t greet them?”
I am now wondering if there will be other tests?
Spaghetti?
Omelet?
Rice and Beans?
Chips and Salsa?
Raisin Bran Crunch and Silk Milk?
Beer?
Rice and Beans. And potatoes? That may work. Rice and beans and potatoes. And beer.
Dinner for one.
Bon Appetite.
What do I got? I love my VuNow POD– started watching episodes of Buck Rogers (in addition to Highlander and It Takes A Thief). The weather is noticeably shifting to lower temperatures. I have some appointments lined up this week. And at the end of the week is the Campaign for Liberty Regional conference. I can hardly wait. I wanted to go to the 9/12 march but the thought of heading to DC along with thousands scared me a little. Considering how Saturday unraveled, going to DC and getting trampled by a herd would have been preferable. Sock it to me. I bought mocha coffee at the grocery last week. Total mistake. Tastes like chemicals. Wish I could return it but I have no clue what I did with my receipt. But I don’t think you can return food like you can return a pair of shoes. It’s Eight o Clock coffee, which I normally quite like. But the mocha is yucky. Speaking of coffee, I think I need another cup. I feel like I am emerging from the bowl of jello that is my morning haze.