Have you ever gone through your search stats? I’m sure a lot of you have. That’s the stats that show you the searches people have made that landed them on a post of yours.
Just for the heck of it today I thought I would take a peek and see how people ended up on my blog. Some of it is interesting….some bizarre. Some I sit and wonder just like Sweden did with Trump…..”What were they smokin’?”
Here are just some of what I found ~~~
Now the most searches I found had to do with an open letter I wrote to my sister. Seems a lot of people are trying to reconcile with their sisters. That is either very sad or very hopeful. If you have a sister, give her a call, write a letter, or give her a hug if you can. Wait! Do that after you read my post. ha!
Ok, here are some others I found…..
fucking brath….nine people did this search and reached my blog. WTH?? What does that even mean? Am I missing something? I don’t ever recall writing something with that in it. If anyone knows what this means let me know will ya?
rain…..Hm, I did once write a poem about rain. But, 52 people reached my blog doing this simple search. I don’t know whether to be proud or worried.
http://www.write a letter to your sister .com……Close but no cigar. My blog is registered under http://www.tobreatheistowrite.com, I did write a couple of open letters to my sister but come on….I’m not an authority on it.
good day unicorn humor….I suppose anytime you see or hear a unicorn it would be a good day. Or a bad drug day…….but some used this search term to come visit me. I have no idea why.
two cup coffee.….First of all, good grammar would dictate that it should be “two cups of coffee”, but eh, I’m easy and I do love my coffee.
an open letter to my brother to respect all the girls.….Now, this is a search I can get behind! Good for the people who are telling their brother to respect all the girls! Way to go!
silly groundhog….Yes, groundhogs can be silly but I don’t understand why you would come to my blog looking for them.
mandarin language…..It’s my understanding the Mandarin language is one, if not the hardest language to learn. Especially if you come to my blog looking for it!
how to write about a Halloween party…..I did happen to write about a Halloween party but I’m no expert at it. My advice……just sit down and write about the Halloween party that you’d love to go to. You can do it!
how to write a memo for his making sister.….Well, first I don’t think YOU can make a sister, your parents have to do that. Second, I think your parents don’t need a memo for this….but one can’t be so sure I suppose.
my mom name is……Um, I don’t know. Don’t you know your mom’s name? Hint….it isn’t mom.
how the write 17 of april 2016 in words.…..I have to admit, this one made me laugh. Ok, let’s see if I can explain this one…..You almost have it all written. You just need to make 17 = seventeenth and 2016 into either two thousand and sixteen or twenty sixteen. See how easy that was? Now all together…..Seventeenth of April, two thousand and sixteen. Easy peasy. Hope this helps. (make sure April is capitalized)
Hope you have found these as amusing as I have. See you later!
Good day, People!
As you could probably tell by my title, I’ve been shoveling snow all weekend. Southern Alberta was hit with a snow storm this weekend. It snowed damn near for all of the last two days.
So yes, I’m sore and tired of shoveling this crap! So, I thought it would be a good day to re-post one of my funnier posts. It’s all about snow and shoveling and stuff……
December 8 – 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and I took my cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic. I love snow!
I woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I’ve ever had! Shoveled for the first time in years and felt young again. I did both the driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry- we’ll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we’ll have so much snow by the end of winter that I’ll never want to see snow again. I don’t think that’s possible. Bob is such a nice man, I’m glad he’s my neighbor.
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The temperature dropped to -20 F. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn’t realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I’ll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish l wouldn’t huff and puff so.
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4×4 Blazer and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. I thought about a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. Then thought that’s silly. We aren’t in Alaska, after all.
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my butt on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The neighbor laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere.
Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wall. Guess I should’ve bought a wood stove. I can’t believe I’m freezing to death in my own living room.
Electricity’s back on but had another 14 inches of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling! Took all day. The damn snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they’re too busy playing hockey. I think they’re lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they’re out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they’re lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he’s lying.
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white sh*t fell today, and it’s so cold, it probably won’t melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter, but he says he’s too busy. I think the *sshole is lying.
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. Thought about decorating the front of the house today. Am I nuts?!! Why didn’t I do it a month ago??!
6 inches – Snow packed so hard by snowplow, l broke the shovel.
Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snow plow, I’ll drag him through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I’ve just been! Tonight the family wanted me to sing Christmas carols with them and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplow.
Merry Christmas! 20 more inches of the damn slop tonight –
Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God, I hate
the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The neighbor says I have a bad attitude. I think he’s a fricking idiot. If I have to watch “It’s A Wonderful Life” one more time, I’m going to scream.
Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here?
Temperature dropped to – 30 and the pipes froze; plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The neighbor is driving me crazy!!!
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That’s the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now he is suing me for a million dollars, not only the beating I gave him but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass. Nine more inches predicted.
I set fire to what’s left of the house. No more shoveling.
Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me.
Why am I tied to the bed?
I’m running behind my schedule, so for today’s post, I made an executive decision to steal some tongue twisters off the internet……as usual some of you might say. ha!
Hello once again, folks! Here are some more fun tongue twisters for you to enjoy.
Tongue twisters aren’t just for fun you know. They are a huge help with your pronunciation. Many actors and public speakers practice them as a means to better their way of speaking. So think of these as education tools!
Silly Sally swiftly shooed seven silly sheep.
The seven silly sheep Silly Sally shooed
These sheep shouldn’t sleep in a shack;
Sheep should sleep in a shed.
Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.
Three sweet switched Swiss witches
Watch three washed Swiss witch Swatch watch switches.
Which sweet switched Swiss witch watches
Which washed Swiss witch Swatch watch switch?
A big bug bit a bold bald bear and the bold bald bear bled blood badly.
A maid named Lady Marmalade made mainly lard and lemonade. M’lady lamely never made a well-named, labeled marmalade!
A twister of twists once twisted a twist;
A twist that he twisted was a three-twisted twist;
If in twisting a twist one twist should untwist,
The untwisted twist would untwist the twist.
I’m going to tell you a true story. It’s a bit funny, a little sad, and a slice of my life as it is now.
It deals with the husband. Many of you know of him. I write about him sometimes. He’s had his share of hard times the last few years. Debilitating back pain, colon cancer and all that comes with battling that. Now we find out he has cataracts, in both eyes.
He is dealing with it all like a trooper. The man is strong in many ways.
But…..sometimes our life is like a comic skit. A dark one, maybe, but a bit of dark humor never hurt anyone.
It happened one day last week. The morning started well enough. I mean, I managed to get up out of bed. I always figure that’s a good start to any day. I have a routine in the mornings. It helps to have a routine when you are still half asleep and need to do certain things first thing in the mornings.
I dole out the husband’s daily pills. So, I count out his pills and walk out to the living room where he is still sleeping. I put his pills in his daily pill container and still half asleep go to make my first, much-needed cup of coffee. Didn’t really look at the husband as he was buried under his blankets. Usual morning.
I grab my cup of coffee and head down the hallway to my home office. After firing up my computer I do what I normally do every day. I check out WordPress, briefly bring up Facebook, and then go into my emails. Same old, same old.
About an hour later I finally hear the husband’s shuffling feet coming down the hallway to his bathroom. Again, same old stuff. A few minutes later I hear him coming towards me. Probably just to say good morning. Ok. No problem.
He stops in the doorway, as our two fat cats have decided to lay in the open doorway and believe me, you can’t walk over both of them. They take up too much room. He stands there and starts talking to me. I only listen with half an ear because…well, I only had one cup of coffee and I’m reading….and well, ok, sometimes I’m a terrible wife.
I glance over at him briefly when he asks me a question. Just a quick look. Then I do a double take. I sit back in my chair, grab my glasses to put on for a better look…..and ask him….What the hell did you do to your face!?
His face ….. it was cherry red with what suspiciously looked like hives! It looked terrible. I mean, really, it looked like it should hurt like hell.
This is pretty close to how our conversation went……..
“What the hell happened to your face?”
” Why?” (Rubs his face and grimaces)
“It’s red! And terrible looking! I also think you have hives!”
(Rubs his face again and looks at his hand) “Really? Must be from that cream you gave me.”
“I didn’t give you any cream.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Nope, I didn’t. So what cream are we talking about?”
“The cream you gave me. It was on my shelf.” (He has a shelf next to his bed where he keeps all his stuff.)
“I didn’t give you any cream!”
“You must have. Why would I have it then?”
“Why would I give you cream? I would remember if I gave you any cream and I don’t so I didn’t.”
“Then, why do I have it?”
Well, I had to admit that one had me stumped. So I get out of my nice warm, comfy office chair and say……
“Show me this cream.”
We both shuffle back down the hallway to the living room where his bed and shelf are. And where this baffling, notorious, cream is. He digs around his shelf and triumphantly hands me this small tube that I swear I have never seen in my life!
As I’m trying to read the small print on this small tube I hear him say…..
“See! You gave me this moisturizing cream, so I used it last night on my face because my face felt dry.”
“I have never seen this tube before.” I murmur as I try to read the small print. When I read what it says I start to laugh.
“This isn’t moisturizing cream…..it’s shower gel.”
“Then why did you give it to me?”
“I didn’t give it to you! I would remember and I don’t, so I didn’t give it to you!”
“Then why do I have it?”
I just sigh and look at his poor face. I don’t know why he has it. It’s not something I would ever buy.
“Did you not read the tube before you used it?”
“I couldn’t make out what it said. I just assumed since you gave it to me that it was moisturizing cream. So I used it all over my face in the middle of the night and then went back to sleep.”
“Well, it’s shower gel. A cheap gel and obviously you are allergic to it.”
He uses his forefinger to scratch at a hive.
“Don’t scratch it! Go splash some warm water over your face to make sure the gel is all off. Don’t rub your face dry, pat it dry. You don’t want to irritate those hives.”
“Why would you give me shower gel?”
I grit my teeth and say, “I. Didn’t. Give. It. To. You.”
He goes slowly towards his bathroom, mumbling….”Well, I don’t know who else would give it to me. Had to be you.”
I just shake my head, throw the tube in the trash and give up the battle. We could go on for hours.
I get him a Benadryl for the itching and send him to the pharmacist to see if they had anything for the hives. They tell him just to keep taking the Benadryl and to use a cream they sold him for the itching.
He was miserable for a couple of days. I still don’t know where the cream came from. I have my suspicions but I gave up that particular battle. I did tell him to please…PLEASE….show me anything he wants to use or take before he does so I know it’s ok.
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