Missing In Action…For The Time Being

Hi everyone. 

Sorry for not updating as of late, I do apologize for being absent over the past few days.  Unfortunately, my “drive” to blog in a humorous way has kind of went “wayside” after receiving the most recent news of my sister Linda’s condition (ie: her fight with cancer).  As some of you already know she was diagnosed with cancer shortly before this past Christmas and just the news alone was a major shock (and blow) to the entire family.  However, the blow has now hit even harder when we learned (this past Friday) that her cancer has spread and has become more aggressive than originally first thought.  We knew that her cancer was considered a “bad case” but, maybe because we didn’t want to believe or accept it, we didn’t know just “how” bad so we’ve been holding on to hope (as I imagine most others in our position would) for the past few months.  The news she (and the rest of the family) received just days ago was (and still is) news that we are having a very difficult time dealing with, which is the reason for my not updating my blog for the past while (it’s hard to be humorous when you feel like your life has just been turned upside down in a heartbeat).  Of course, we cannot say “for sure” what the outcome will be but, from what the doctors have said, there is no longer any hope left and nothing more they can do.  Granted, she does start chemotherapy treatments on June 8th but this is simply to try and prolong her life…not save it!  Supposedly, there is no “saving it” (regardless of what they, the doctors, do) and having this news confirmed for us has been far to much for us to deal with at this time.  Needless to say, it is hard for me to even concentrate on updating my blog when all I can do is think about what my sister is going through.  I hate to even mention a “timeline” but, truth is, the doctors figure she has maybe  6 months (without chemo) and, possibly, 18 months (with chemo).  Naturally, none of those guess-timates are something we want to hear and having to accept them is even harder in itself. 

Anyway, I did want to keep you all updated as to “where I have been” as of late so that you didn’t just assume I’ve fallen of the face of the Earth or something.  Right now, I could care less about my blog ratings going downhill (and sure enough, I notice they most certainly have, lol) or not receiving votes on my blog because, honestly, my sister is FAR MORE important to me than my blog is any ol’ day of the week so I will be putting her first…no matter what!  This is not to say I won’t be back (I most certainly will be) this is just to say that I likely won’t be back each and everyday and, even when I am here to post, I may not exactly be “humorous” with each and every post I make (although I’ll still give it my best effort).  Sorry, it just somehow seems wrong for me to laugh and joke around while my sister is suffering so much and, for reasons of my own, I guess you could say I would feel guilty for doing so.  For the time being, my family and I are going to suffer right alongside her so chances are you won’t be seeing me here posting everyday in the way that I would like to be.  However, for those of you who would like to keep in contact with me outside of the blogging world, you are free to find me on Facebook if you would like to do so (I go by Tara D. Anderson there).  If you’re not sure which Tara D. Anderson I am, I am the one that has:  Tina Bursdzius, Rita Smith, Linda E. Falconer and Anita Bowers on my friends’ list (those are my sisters).  If you still have trouble finding me, feel free to reach me through here instead by posting a comment and letting me know as I’ll still be checking back here frequently to see what’s going on with everyone.  Oh, but…..if you “do” decide to connect with me on Facebook I do ask a favor of you;  “PLEASE” don’t mention my blog nor mention anything about Linda’s condition (on Facebook) because she (Linda) also has a Facebook account and the last thing I want is for her to keep seeing “reminders” about her health popping up all over the place.  Of course, this means anything I write about her here on my blog, too, which is my reason for keeping my blog a “secret” from her.  While on Facebook, my sisters, brother (and everyone else on my list) try to act as “normal” as possible (ie: act silly, goofy, etc) just in case Linda happens to read anything we’ve written (we want her to feel at least some sense of ”normalcy” as well).  I hope that makes sense to all of you and that you can all understand what I’m trying to say. 

Okay, that is my update for today.  I will try to get back in again shortly but, at this time, I can’t make any promises as to “when” exactly that will be as I have no clue as to what’s going to be happening from one day to the next, I only know that it’s not going to be easy. 

Thank you for listening, everyone, I hope you all have a super week.  

HUGS!
Tara  

A Laugh A Day Keeps The Doctor Away

Well, I’m back to having computer problems so, once again, I am going to have to go fast with this post if I want to get anything posted at all.  Don’t ask me what’s wrong with my computer this time because, truth is, I haven’t the foggiest idea.  For the past few days, it just freezes (every few minutes, of all things) and then leaves me with a warning message; “Internet Explorer Has Stopped Working…..blah, blah, blah” and then it shuts down altogether.  This being the case, I am going to make this a quick post in hopes that I’ll at least get “something” posted for the day.  After that, argh, I’m not sure, I guess I’ll have to seriously start looking into a new laptop as I do believe this one has (possibly) run it’s course.  Boo hoo! 

Anyway, being that I have to be so darned speedy today I thought I would share with all some funnies that a great friend of mine shared with me a short while ago.  I hope you enjoy the following just as much as I did.  They’re short, but, awww, so darned cute, too! 

Here they are:        

If you throw a cat out a car window, does it become kitty litter?

If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?

If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?

Is it OK to use the AM radio after noon?

What do chickens think we taste like?

What do people in China call their good plates?

What do you call a male ladybug?

What hair color do they put on the driver’s license of a bald man?

When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it?

When they first invented the clock, how did they know what time it was to set it?

Which is the other side of the street?

Why didn’t Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

Why don’t they call mustaches “mouthbrows”?

Why is it called tourist season if we can’t shoot at them?

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Hee hee, I love silly little sayings like this and I hope to bring some more (of this and that) soon. 

Oh, and I sincerely apologize for not getting any posts up these past few days but, without a proper working computer, well…need I say more? 

I’ll be back just as soon as I can so please don’t go forgetting about me.  

PS:  If I kill my computer, do you think I’ll have to spend time behind bars?  Ha ha

Luv ya all!
Back asap…promise!

Dental Appointment…Anyone?

I don’t know about anyone else, but…

I think it would be a wise idea if we all get back to believing in the Tooth Fairy!  

I Spy With My Little Eye

Awww, if only all “spies” were this cute!

I would buy myself a zoo.

This Space For Rent But Keep The B*tch Out

Finding the rest that I so desperately needed did not look promising.  Turning my head to take a quick gander at the clock sitting on my bedside table I could see the numbers, 3-4-7, brightly display themselves in their blood red, digital glow.  Almost 4 o’clock in the morning and yet, after hitting the sack several hours ago, I continued to toss and turn, my mind in a serious debate; stay in bed with the dim glimmer of hope that I might, somehow, be able to fall asleep through this gut-wrenching, emotional pain that was now coursing through every fiber of my being, or, get up, head straight to the bathroom and, ugh, stick my finger down my throat in search of potential instant relief.  Well, at least some “shred” of relief, that is, no way was this severe, burning nausea that lay heavily in the pit of my stomach simply going to disappear altogether, most certainly not for the sake of one good vomit.  No, this sick feeling had taken up full-fledged residency in my gut and was now renting space at free will.  And, from what my heart was telling me, I knew it would be renting space for a long time to come.  Hell, I’d even go as far as to say that it’s a pretty safe bet to believe that this sick feeling would be sticking around well into the months to come.  After all, isn’t it rather the norm to ”expect” to feel this way for quite some time after you first learn that your spouse is having an affair?  Yes, an affair, and yes, tonight it exposed itself to me for the first time and, although unwelcomed, it moved right on into my gut.  

Dammit, I have no experience in this area and, shit, I am neither ready for, nor strong enough, to deal with the pain of an affair living inside of me.  Hell, I don’t even know how this “tenant” made it’s way in, I sure didn’t leave any doors unlocked nor did I send out any open invitations.  I cook, I clean, I help the kids with their homework, I take great care of myself and my appearance and, yeah, I take fricken’ great care of my husband, too.   Yes, I am a damned good wife and, in every sense of the word, a so-called “super mom” to boot, so…..WTF???  How, and why, did my husband allow another woman into his life and, unwittingly, into mine as well?  Go away…..Bitch!  Oh God, please, if you truly do exist I sure could use some assistance in the eviction department right about now; my marriage, my well-being, my sanity are all on the line.  PLEASE!!!  “This”, this is definitely one tenant I do not want to be, nor even ”can” be…landlord to.  What am I going to do?  I don’t know.  I have no answers.  Only questions.  And more questions.            

Apparently, I must have thought the answers I seeked were hidden away somewhere in the nooks and crannies of my popcorn-induced bedroom ceiling because, like a battered soul, I simply lay there, dumbfounded and hurt, staring up at “that” ceiling in wide-eyed bewilderment for what I can only presume was…forever.  Presume, I say, because how long I actually lay in such a state, I cannot say, my mind to far gone to even have any real concept of time or even believe that time truly existed any longer.  It could have been minutes, it could have been hours but, either way, I was in the Twilight Zone and I wanted out.  FAST!  So, back my mind went in search of answers.  And yes, still under the impression that my ceiling, somehow, held the key to finding them.   

“Snnnzzz”

Oh yeah, that’s nice, here I am, aching from inside out, tears stinging my cheeks, feeling like death is at my door while “YOU”, dear hubby of mine, sleep peacefully next to me, as though “nothing” in our lives has just seriously changed; changed who we are, what we were and what we will, or will not, someday be.  Yeah, that’s right, just keep snoring away.  Asswipe!

“Snnnzzz-prrr” 

Uhmmm, well, okay, I didn’t mean “that” quite so literally!

“Snnnzzz-prrr-zzz”

No, really, I didn’t, you can stop snoring now.

“Snnnzzz-prrr-zzz-prrr”

Seriously, please, stop snoring already, I beg of you.

“Snnnzzz-prrr-zzz-prrr-zzz”

What the…?  Are you shittin’ me???

“Snnnzzz-prrr-zzz-prrr-zzz-prrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”

Whoa, obviously NOT!   Why, you slimey, no-good-for-nothing, beast of a man, if you think I’m just going to let you sleep through the night while I’m wide awake, at wits end and crying my eyes out over something “you’ve” done you must be bloody well insane.  Hell no, buddy, you can just, just, just………”TAKE THIS!!!” 

“SHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!”

Bahahahahaha, how’d you like that, Mr. El’ Cheater-Soon-To-Be-John-Wayne-Bobbit-Boy?  Maybe a good pillow-whip over the head is just what you need to knock some sense into that little, itty-bitty brain of yours, eh?    

Huh?  What do you mean…what was “that” for???

“I mean, what the hell was that for?”

“Are you serious? You mean you really have to ask?”

“Yeah, I do, you just wailed me over the head for…..fuck if I know!”

“OMG, you must be joking. How fricken’ insensitive are you?”

“Insensitive? What on Earth???”

“Oh, don’t even bother, you jerk. You…you make me sick.”

“Babe, seriously, what did I do?”

“What did you do??? OMFG, give me a break! If you don’t think your screwing around with some other chick is enough to warrant my being angry then, then……”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second here. What the hell are you talking about? What…chick?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb, I “saw” the two of you so don’t even think you can sweet talk your way out of this one.”

“Saw us? Saw who??? I wasn’t even with anyone else for you to see me with.”

“Bullshit, I’m not blind you moron, I saw the two of you necking up a storm and, ugh, forget it, I don’t even want to talk about what else I saw.”

“Well shit, babe, okay, but…”

“BUT WHAT!!!”

“But when, exactly, did you see me with this other woman?”

“Woman??? Ha, if that’s what you wanna call that ugly, greasy haired bitch you were doing the nasty with then, okay, I saw you with her TONIGHT!”

“Tonight? When tonight? I’ve been here at home with you…all night!”

“Well, apparently you must have thought I was sleeping when I wasn’t, you idiot, because it was just after I went to bed that I saw you bring that, that…that slut into our home.”

“Just after you went to bed?”

“Yes, just after I went to bed.”

“Uhhh, dear…”

“Yesssss, what now?!”

“Didn’t you take a sleeping pill before heading to bed tonight?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Yeah, so, wasn’t it one of those sleeping pills that always put you down for the count and one of those ones that always give you…”

“Give me what?”

“Give you these same weird ass affair dreams, each and everytime?”

“Uhmmmmmmmmm…..”

“WHOOPS!”

“Ahhh shit, I’m so sorry, hon, but the dream just seemed so…so real.”

“It’s okay, we all have bad dreams from time to time.  I forgive you.”

“Thanks, babe.  But still, I totally freaked out over a…..dream!  God, I feel so stupid.”  

“Don’t worry about it, sweetie, I understand.  Besides, I happen to think your freak-out was actually quite adorable.” 

“You do?  Really?!”

“Yep!”

“Wow, I don’t know how you could.  Hell, I smoked you over the head…HARD, and all on account of something you didn’t even do.”

“Shhh, that’s enough, let’s just drop the dream subject and snuggle instead, okay.  Would that make you feel better?”

“Yes, of course.  Just not another word about dreams, please, or I might just lose it all over again.”

“Got it.  I promise. Now, whadda ‘ya say we get some sleep?”

“Okay.”

 ”Good.  I love you, my silly little goofball.”

“Tee hee, I love you too, my wonderful, faithful husband.”

“Nighty-night, sweet angel of mine.”

“Nighty-night right back at’cha, honeybunch of mine.“

“Sweet dreams!”

“Sweet…

Uh-oh!

“SHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!”

Battle Of The Brain Sexes

Sometimes I have to wonder…

am I really all woman when truth is I think so much more like a man?   

It May Not Fit The Season But…”Snow What?”

A number of years ago my favorite local radio station, fondly referred to as “The Q”, had a contest where entrants had to write a short poem which included certain, pre-determined words upon entry.  Being that this contest took place shortly before Christmas (1998), some of these words had to “match” the Christmas season and, in addition, had to include the names of two of The Q’s main radio station hosts.  The following list is of the words that had to be included in any poem entries to be considered eligible for the contest:

Spirit Kirk  (radio host number one)
Spirit Rick  (radio host number two)
Gatsby Mansion  (the name of a landmark here in Victoria)
Santa  (no explanation needed for this one)
The Q  (the name of the radio station itself)
Peace and Joy  (obvious what those mean)

And this is the poem I wrote for that specific contest. Oh, and no, I didn’t win the contest. Heck, I didn’t even enter it on time, lol.

A ‘Q’ CHRISTMAS CAROL

Years ago in a magical forest
When frost was nipping at their toes
Two young kindred spirits
Had awakened and arose

Spirit Kirk felt slightly muddled
After years of hibernation
To see that after all this time
Spirit Rick had perfected masturbation

Spirit Kirk was awfully mad
At Rick pulling a dead ringer
For what he saw just months ago
On the explicit ‘Jerry Springer’

But Kirk laid back to roll a joint
And relax in peace and joy
When suddenly he heard a yelp
And saw Rick playing with his ‘toy’

Yes, in his igloo ‘Gatsby Mansion’
Spirit Rick was hard at play
In hopes that if he played long enough
He could make Santa come someday

And after all his moaning
His fantasy came true
He opened his eyes and was surprised
Santa had come right from The ‘Q’

Then Kirk cried out in utter shock
“Rick, there’s something you should know,
that’s not Santa between your legs,
but I believe you made it snow!”

Here’s to hoping everyone understands that one without any need for an explanation, hee hee.

Copyright Nov. 19, 1998

More Uses For Tissues Than Tushes & Bushes

After posting one of my recent entries, ‘Der’s Gold In Dem’ Der Nostrils’, it brought to my mind a thing that some people do that may cause anothers’ nose to wrinkle in disgust.  There is no doubt that all of us have either done the following ourselves or have seen someone else partake in it at one time or another.  However, regardless of the ‘who’ involved the end result is almost always the same, drawing an ”Ewww, gross” as the ultimate reaction.  

What am I referring to? 

Why, my number one pet peeve, of course! 

Pet Peeve #1 ~ Gold Diggers  (aka: pickety, pick, pick, pick)

As some of you may already know, it is no secret that I have major issues with, yuck…snot.  No, I don’t mean I have issues with it personally “affecting” me (ie: I’m no bubble-nose and I don’t have booger-balloons flailing about here, there and everywhere just doing the Hokey-Pokey, thank you very much), I mean I have issues with it as in I find it, and everything to do with it, downright disgusting.  Yeah, yeah, I know, EVERYONE has to deal with snot (and its various…functions?) every once in a while; snot is a natural substance that is produced by our own bodies, it is necessary for our health and it is something that actually comes in very useful for keeping particular germs at bay when the time calls for it.  So, okay, I’ll admit it, snot does have its good side and it sincerely does serve a purpose but, evenso, I still have a difficult time saying that there is anything truly “good” about it.  As for it having a “side”, I’m not so sure how that would even work being that I have yet to meet anyone with snot so square that it could be comparable to a Rubiks Cube.    

However, it’s not so much the issue of the ~shudder, shudder~ sticky substance itself that irks me, anyway, it’s the fact that there is something else out there that also has its good side and serves a purpose as well but yet, for some oddball reason, this “something else” doesn’t seem to get near the same amount of attention from some people as their, ugh, snot does.  Ahem, we all do know what tissue is, don’t we?  Yes, tissue!!!  Being that this item is readily available almost anywhere, not exactly pricey dollar-wise and it does not require instructions for use, why is it that some folks continue to pick, poke and prod away and treat their nose like a goldmine all the same?  YUCK!!!  I mean, really, does anyone honestly believe that they’ll hit the ‘big one’ by digging around in there?  I’ll be the first to admit I don’t update myself on the news daily but, even if I did, I highly doubt the day will ever come when I hear the news announce that some lucky dog has “dug their way” to a massive windfall.   However, if by some mere chance that that does ever happen, I guess I can only hope and pray that any and all winners will doublecheck what those windfalls they’ve won are really made up of.  After all, can you even imagine what would happen if they took their ”winnings” and tried to use them as payment in exchange for a purchase? 

“Well, they’re definitely green,” says the salesclerk, “but I’m not so sure their greenness makes them actual greenback currency.  Please, hold a moment while I confirm their legitimacy with the store manager.”   

Holy doodles, I swear, if I so much as see one more person physically picking (digging, scrounging, panning, etc) around in their nasal passages as though it’s some kind of recreational activity…argh, I think I am going to be sick.  Oh, I don’t mean regular ol’ tissue blowing (we all do that from time to time), I mean straight-forward, forceful, bare-fingered, hit-the-brain picking.  Hellooooo, there are such things as kleenex and hankies out there so, please, make use of them.  Heaven’s Tabetsy, most especially if out in public where others eyes’ may inadvertantly fall upon a sight that they would really rather not see.  Sure, one could always turn and look the other way but, by the time they realize what it is they’re seeing, it could already be to late and “that” impression could very well be imprinted in their minds FOREVER!  Somehow, I don’t think a lifetime of snot-induced nightmares is something I care to endure.  So, if you are going to do the deed, please, do it where I don’t need to see, indeed. 

Oh, and yes, this does go for those whom I invite into my home as well.  If you do stop by for a visit and you need to pick away, the bathroom is two doors down on the right…lots of tissue in there.  On the otherhand, if you choose to be sneaky and you do go ahead with using your finger as a shovel to dig out any souveniours please, do not, under any circumstance, leave any of those souveniours around for me as my hostess gift.  Not that I don’t appreciate receiving prezzies (aka: gifts) just as much as the next person does, it’s just that “those” kind of prezzies I can do without (thanx, but no thanx).  So, if you do happen to go treasure hunting while in the vicinity of my home and you do happen to “hit the jackpot” while doing so, please, for the sake of my sanity, take your prize with you when you leave; do not leave it hiding under my desk, wiped on the surface of my wall or secretly hidden away in the armrest of my couch, I “really” don’t want it.  Hey, it’s YOUR gold, YOU keep it. 

Heck, I’m more into silver anyway.  

The Strong, Yet Quirky, Power Of LOVE

 

Yep, I knew it; we really ”do” have something to look forward to!       LOL  

Give Me A “B”, Give Me An “A”, Give Me A “Y”, Give Me A……

Woody, Alan, Les and Eric
and their foxy drummer Derek
B-A-Y, C-I-T-Y, R-O-L-L-E-R-S
Bay City Rollers are the best 

My ♥ belongs to BCR

Smooch, smooch, smooch, smoo...oops, sorry, got caught up in the moment. LOL

Yep, todays post is all about none other than that fab-u-licious, sweet voiced, make your heart melt, knock ‘em dead, “help, I have no pulse” sensational band of the ’70’s.  Remember those hunnies who took the world by storm, made the girls’ faint from sheer excitement and who were key contenders in the ”husband-to-be” department for so many young ladies’?  That’s right, people, I’m talking about the oh-so wonderful, make time stand still, good ol’ kick ass band;

“The Baaaaaaay…City…Rollers!”   Woot, woot. 

Well, okay, it’s not really spelled “that” way (Bay only has one ‘a’) but, forgive me, I was just trying to do my best Ed Sullivan impression, lol.  Which reminds me; anyone recall that big day when BCR appeared on The Ed Sullivan show?  Wow, I do, and it was IMPRESSIVE!  For a band so young in age they sure did show how many miles ahead in years they were talent wise.  Oh, and of course, you can also refer to The Bay City Rollers as BCR, The Rollers, the boys in plaid (if you prefer) because any and all of those make sense and will most certainly do.  However, don’t ever badmouth them, orrr…I will have to knock your block clear off, ha ha.   

Ahhh, what fond memories I have of the babes of BCR and of how their music stirred me.  I will never forget the day I bought my very first BCR album and the excitement I felt when playing it for the first time.  Wow, what a rush!  And guess what; that rush I had back then is the same rush I get today when playing that “exact” same album.  Oh yes, I “still” have it and there is no way I am letting it go.  As a matter of fact, I actually have several copies of that particular album along with a slew of doubles of their other albums (I consider it my “safety net” in case one, or another, of my priceless “babies” gets damaged, lol).  To say I am an avid collector of anything BCR is precisely what I am.  I have albums (aka: records, vinyl), CD’s, books, magazines, posters, signed photographs and, whew, so much more.  However, I can’t post a pic or copy of each and everything I have in relation to BCR all in one day because, sweet ‘geez, that would take FOREVER and, uhmmm, I doubt there would be enough bandwidth for all of my BCR stuff anyway (hee, hee).  Oh well, I’ll just have to get my blog a bandwidth upgrade so that I can add more of my “bandwith” my blog, ha ha.  Get it?  BandWIDTH/bandWITH.  Hey, I thought it was cute!       

Anyhoo, being that I don’t want to ”bunch” everything all together in one post and end up with a page full of overcrowding, I have decided it best to post ”a little here, and a little there” instead so that’s what I am going to do.  Besides, may as well save some goodies for another day so that all of us dedicated Bay City Rollers fans will still have something great to look forward to at another time down the road.  I know, I know, it can be hard to wait for something so darned good but you know what they say….”Good things come to those who wait” sooooo…let’s at least save some of the yummy stuff for later.  

Hmmm, how about we start off with some of my favorite Roller songs?  Sound good to you?  Hope so, because…..here they come, lol.

The following videos were taken from You Tube;

I Only Wanna Be With You
(hmmm, sounds like something I’d say to BCR myself, tee hee)

To Young to Rock and Roll
(to young to rock and roll yet never to old to love The Rollers)

Don’t Let the Music Die
(and, with help of our plaid clad boys, it never will)

 

Wow, how about that?  Pretty sweet, eh?  Yep, you betcha!  Oh, and if you want more, why not check out javajunkee’s blog, too?!  What?  Nooooo???  You didn’t really think I was the only diehard BCR fan still around, did you?  Oh, Heavens, no no no,  JJ herself has some words of her own to share (and, oh my, what GRRREAT words they are) and some super vid’s for all to enjoy as well, so…go on, head yourselves on over there and check out all the goodies her blog has to offer.  Heck, even if you’re not a fan of BCR, head on over there all the same, that girl is a hoot and a half and that blog of hers offers so much fun that it’s not even, er, ahhh…funny?  Okay, okay, come on now, you know what I mean, lol.  Just go on over and check it out, you won’t regret it!

Well, I do have oodles and oodles of more BCR stuff to share (including concert pics) but I still need to get it all organized and ready before I actually upload it.  However, I did manage to at least dig the majority of it out of my closet yesterday so I now have it handy and within reach for when I need it.  I was hoping to get to it earlier but, being that I had most of it so nicely tucked away in a safe that I couldn’t for the life of me remember the combination to (for SEVERAL hours), welllll….needless to say, my forgetfulness caused a bit of a delay. 

Oh, and on another note, once I get things going be prepared for fun and games because I do plan on having some great little BCR related crosswords, trivia games, contests (and other stuff of the like) one of these days soon.  I guess you could say I want to see just how many truly dedicated BCR fans are still out there and, by adding some BCR games, knowledge questions and trivia contests, I’m hoping that I might come closer to finding an answer.  However, I will give you “one” BCR question for today (sorry, no prize for this one as I don’t have anything ready for giveaway just yet) but, evenso, here is the question all the same for those who’d care to play;

Which BCR member am I currently following on Twitter and what username does he ”tweet” with?  

If you need help figuring it out, check out my Twitter profile (I’m listed as clutteredbubble over there) and take a looksie at who I’m following.  Don’t worry, I don’t have millions upon millions of followings to look thru so it shouldn’t take you too long to find the answer.  Besides, if you’re a true BCR fan, you should be able to spot “so-and-so’s” pic on my list in no-time-flat at all. 

Heyyy, just thinking, if you are indeed a true-blue Roller fan just “finding out” which member I’m following is kind of a prize in itself.  After all, by finding the answer, it means that you, too, can follow him yourself as well.  Wow, now “that” is a prize in itself, indeed.  Wheeehooooooo!

ETA:  Sorry if any of the photo’s at the top appear to be “cut-off” on your computer screen.  I uploaded them using my laptop and, although I may be wrong, they could very well appear differently on your screen then they do on mine.  One of these days, I’ll have to figure out the proper “settings” so that things won’t look correct on one computer but screwy-lewy on another.  Ahhh, the good ol’ learning phase!

Anyway, that’s it for the moment but, no worries, I will be bringing more BCR fun soon. 

Thanx for reading!