How cute is that laughing baby in my Blogads? That baby makes me so happy that I think I’ll ask that advertiser to stay here forever. And keep paying for my blogging habit. What a deal, yes? Happy babies, cashola, and blogging, ad nauseum, ad infinitum.
So we’re clear, though, Ashvegas is NOT easier than childbirth. Not at all. I haven’t quite figured out how to divide the two ads more distinctly. Eddo, baby, where are you? O, you’re cheering on the Mavs. Right.
Our hood Memorial Day potluck just ended, with sweaty fun had by all, as it is suddenly, inexorably, summer here in the Blue Ridge mountains. I live in one of those Norman Rockwell neighborhoods where folks come together regularly bearing food and drink, their children and dogs behind them, and then we all sit around and gossip for hours while the kids tussle and the dogs harass the cats. And we drink. Well, most of us drink.
My kids are already covered in scabs, scrapes and bruises and they’ve only been in shorts for a week. Yeah, I changed the subject. Because pnavistan-area gossip is not fodder for this blog. Not while I’m still part of the “in” crowd. If I’m ousted, all dirt is fair game. So don’t piss me off.
All of this random nattering leads me to think I should stop writing and go to bed. Though I’m still sweaty. Until another day, my pretties. Perhaps I’ll have some solid story telling or opinion reports or righteous rants for you then. But not tonight. Tonight is for sleeping and dreaming. And sweating some more.
Update: For those of you who are confused, it’s a different baby in the ad today! He’s cute, but I want the laughing baby back. I had no clue that the photo would change. Technology today.
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hahahha…sleeping and dreaming… AND sweating some more… now that sounds like a well rounded Memorial Day.
But, I am here… I see no dancing baby in your Ads and so maybe you took that ad away? Well, give me a shout with the code and I will fix it in a jiffy - I should have a spare moment tomorrow - I am off to bed for the evening as well… maybe…
much love.
Nice! I wish we lived in such a tightly knit community, but this being LA I don’t know even know half my neighbors.
I, literally, had sweat pouring off of me all weekend.
Just so you know.
Hey, the baby is laughing for me…maybe it rotates?
O stop bragging about your sex life, SC.
Maybe you should put an equally cute picture of Ash above the cute baby? We could do the photo shoot at the Blogiverstravapalooza.
What is “pnavistan-area gossip”?
And I have such tunnel vision I never noticed the baby before. So it’s all news to me.
yes, screwy. i’m definitely cuter than some toothless rug rat.
so now you live in a Norman Rockwell painting, EM? interesting… Who knew old Norm was so edgy.
Yeah, Screwy, as if we could get stealth guy in front of the camera.
Ash, I have a theory that Norm was much more subversive than he appears–there’s subtext to those paintings that may not be obvious on first glance.
Hoss, you must keep up with the Edgy slang. Pnavistan is another term for my home, derived from pnav (post North Asheville villa), also known as high-minded liberal central or the solar-powered green monster.
I don’t see any babies at all? Where are they? (crying like a baby) Whaaaaaaa!!!
EM, you could be onto the next big thing - The Rockwell Code! It’s like the DaVinci Code, only instead of hidden messages in great works like “The Mona Lisa” and “The Last Supper,” it’s a religious revelation hidden in the cover of the Saturday Evening Post!
Where does Ash come up with stuff like that? The Rockwell Code… pshshshsff!
Here in Florida you’d be, “sweatin’ with the oldies”.