Enter The Laughter

May 24, 2006

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

Many of you ask where this phenomenon began; it was not with me.
Kdubs got the idea from Uisce who on one wordless day snapped a pic from the phone and posted it. Kdubs saw his, joined in, and here we are!

Also, there are no rules with WW. Creativity and expression are your guide. Have fun and enjoy a wordless day!

If you’d like to join the WW blogroll and/or grab the blog roll code for your blog, please go here.

Thanks, Uisce!

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The Wordless Wednesday Blogroll

Wordless Wednesday

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All of Marti’s Wordless Wednesday’s

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August 30, 2006 WW 11 - Secret

secret

Shhhhh………..

I’ve got a secret…….

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August 23, 2006 Wordless Wednesday 10

This is Marti

This is Marti on Glucosamine
Marti the puffer fish

This is Miss Cellania’s computer

This is Miss Cellania’s computer on explosives*

I know just how it feels. We both got blown up. I am recovering though. The computer, I fear, will not.

*Some good ole boys in Kentucky celebrated Independence Day by launching computers with explosives and shooting them. She’s got video proof of what they did to her iMac. Go by and check it out!
It’s her first exclusive video!

Best wishes to all for a Wonderful Wordless Wednesday!
You don’t have to be a WW participant to comment!

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August 9, 2006 WW 9

Queen Klutz - The Misadventures of a Very Clumsy Woman

Pimpin’ my goodies again.

Sigh. It’s a dirty job but somebody has to do it (That would be me LOL)

Found a fabulous bordello to hang my shingle at, where I can traffic all my wares. It’s called Squidoo. They say:
A LITTLE ABOUT SQUIDOO:
We have built a new online platform and community that makes it easy for anyone to build a single page–called a lens–on a topic, idea, product or cause he is passionate about. These lenses in turn help finders get unique, human perspectives instead of computer-selected and often irrelevant search results. Not only can Lensmasters spread their ideas, get recognized for their knowledge, and send more traffic to their Web sites and blogs—they could also earn royalties.
Squidoo’s goal as a platform is to bring the power of recommendation to search. Squidoo’s goal as a co-op is to pay as much money as we can to our lensmasters and to charity. And Squidoo’s goal as a community is to have fun along the way, and meet new ideas and the people behind them.

Squidoo was started by the Original Squid, Seth Godin. Nearly ten years ago, Seth founded Yoyodyne, which originated the idea of permission marketing online. After Yoyodyne was acquired by Yahoo, he served as VP Direct Marketing for Yahoo for about a year. In 2000, Godin focused full-time on his career as an acclaimed public speaker, an author and a blogger. Seven of Seth’s books have been bestsellers somewhere around the world, and his blog has been picked as the best business blog by several leading publications. Seth’s head is the most recognizable author icon in business. Yes, his head.

Anyway, back to ME LOL
My Squidoo has links to my newly published book of humor essays, (which is crying out, “Please buy me, I’m so lonely”) my funny sayings T-shirts at Cafe Press, some Amazon links, links to a few very funny bloggers, jokes and a guest book for feedback.

It’s pretty cool to be able to put everything together in one place! Stop by! *pleasepleaseplease* LOL

Best wishes to all of you for a wonderful day!

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August 2, 2006 WW 8 - And the Beat Goes On

Railroad spike

(This Wednesday is not wordless, as tragedy has once again struck Our Lady of Lucklessness)

Drums keep poundin’ nails into my brain
La de da de de, la de da de da.
(Those unfamiliar with the old Sonny and Cher song I just parodied are scratching their nail-less heads)

Yes friends, 1967 was the Summer of Love.

2006 has been the Summer of Shove. As in, shove a spike into my eye socket. It would be a relief. LOL

Who knew that automotive epilepsy was hereditary? I have owned some of the all-time shakiest vehicles in car manufacturing history. This passage is from my soon-to-be-released book, “Queen Klutz”.

I don’t just get flat tires; I have wheels fall off. Mufflers don’t just become noisy, they become disengaged.

My children understand the geography of our area not by landmarks, but by towing incidents.

“Oh, that’s where the transmission dropped out of the blue van.”

“You know sis, over there where the bumper fell off.”

She responds, “Which car?”

So I suppose it should come as no surprise that this trait has passed on to the boy. The boy who purchased the 4-wheel sweat lodge that had neither air conditioning nor operable windows. The one with the battery manufactured by Thomas Edison, with battery cables made from braided goat hair and chewing gum foil.

The boy who drove me home (in said sweat lodge) after I left my car at the mechanics with (y’all were right) a broken alternator.

The boy who THEN showed up at 2 AM in our bedroom saying he’d had a flat tire on the freeway. He has no jack. Course he doesn’t need a jack, he has no spare.

Husband and I arose wearily. Pulled a can of fix-a-flat from the emergency supply closet (which is larger than the living room - think he hasn’t learned anything from living with the queen of the car killers?) and off they went.

Husband instructs boy on how to squirt goo in. By the light of the silvery moon, they watch goo spew out other side. Sigh. Husband tells boy to limp vehicle to nearest tire dealer. Follows weeble-wobble boy at three miles per hour. Brings boy home.

I call tire dealer at start of business day. Please replace tire. Which tire? The flat one. Yes the one that looks like it has rabies, foaming at the south (side) from spewing fix-a-flat out its multiple malocclusions. What do you mean you don’t have a tire that size? You are a tire DEALER, for cryin’ out loud! I have to go WHERE to get one? Can’t you have it delivered? You don’t do that…swell. Hell. I am in hell. Again. I have a frequent dyer pass.

I drove the boy to work and took off for Kazackistan, the only place left on the planet that has a tire to fit the boy’s car. It is 185 degrees outside. There is road construction. I feel sorry for the workers, holding a warning sign in one hand and a gallon jug of water to their lips with the other. Until I hit a giant pothole they have yet to repair, which jarred a wire loose somewhere, and the car died. Had car towed to mechanic. Sat in smelly waiting room, while the just-installed alternator was given life again. Call tire store. Tell them it will be next day. Go pick boy up. Go home to die. Again.

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July 19, 2006 Wordless Wednesday #7

The A. B. B.

Introducing a very funny new blogger! (I encouraged him to do this, promising him visitors and riches beyond compare *sncker* - he is a fellow member of a humor writer’s organization - please stop by and make him feel welcome!) PLUS! He has a biscuit that looks just like former President Gerald Ford that you just HAVE to see! LOL!

Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
Jack Handy

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July 12, 2006 My Wordless Wednesday #6

Marti's Scream