Saturday, September 27, 2008

Yay, first post. How fun. Okay, so before anybody who has read my xanga blog groan, I have a few rules for my own blog.

1 Absolutely NO "life sucks" or "so this happen and then this happen and then this happen" BORING.
2 Must have at least ONE piece of advice per post.
3 If people don't laugh, I have only 1 chance to make up for that. (forced funniness? Not good...I'll probably revise this one at some point or another)
4 No double posting in one day. Bad Lyssa, bad. (Oh well, this one is allowed exceptions)
5 At least TWO COMMENTS per week from the readers (that is, if I have actually posted within that week), otherwise blog is OUT. I mean, obviously I can't provide enough entertainment for people to bother commenting so blog doesn't continue.
6 Revised #3: *ponders* Must say something funny or happy or so random that people go "whaaaaaaaaaa?" that happened in my day(s).
7 NO EMONESS. This is a HAPPY blog. (we'll see how long THIS last, aha...aha....aha.....)

And all this applies to me and only me. Well, I suppose, except numbah 5.... Or something.


Okay okay, so now I shall begin.

*clears throat*

Advice: This is probably thee best piece of advice anybody has ever given me. I was talking to an older woman once while waiting for swing to start. Sadly, her husband had died in the Spring and she and him were really good dancers or something. She told me about how she was younger and was a GOOD dancer and her mother told her this: "Don't even bother courting a guy who can't dance." And she didn't. She found a guy who could dance, and the rest is history.

So now let us study this piece of wonderful advice. *adjusts imaginary glasses* *shuffles through imaginary papers*

It basically goes like this:

1 Girls, find a guy that dances
2 Guys, learn to dance already, got it?
3 All girls love guys who dance.
4 Get on your mark....Get seeeeet..... DATE.

Okay, maybe not as simple as that.... But, yaknow.





Okay, okay, so today I did this pie contest...I shan't go into details.... But there was this sign that had to be made about it being made in a non commercial kitchen. There was a contest on who could make the best sign....well....This is what Erie did....



Coming next time: The thing that grew on my wall....or appeared there....or....we'll you'll see.