Now we can’t even bring up a simple get-together without a blow up, everyone gathering allies, and stock piling ammunition in the form of every stupid thing ever said by a person on the world wide web. I don’t care where you post, who you are or think you are or who your friends are. I am quite capable of forming my own opinions about people and situations without needing the approval of others.

Who am I to say what someone should or shouldn’t blog about? It is their blog. I don’t agree with every blogger or post but you know what? No one is putting a gun to my head and forcing me to read or comment. If Peoria AntiPundit wants to throw a few shit bombs at people who am I to stop him? I must admit sometimes I quite enjoy throwing the old shit bomb myself and understand that I am accountable for every shit bomb I throw. If Billy Dennis wants to turn the Peoria Pundit into the Aaron Schock fan club that is his business. Just because I don’t care that Aaron took a shit today and that it had corn in it doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone who does. What happen to agreeing to disagree and going on with life? Please don’t make this crude, cussing, self-righteous, malcontent hippy have to be the mature one ever again!

The rules:

(1) List six things that make you happy
(2) Pass the award on to 6 more kreativ bloggers
(3) Link back to the person who gave you the award
(4) Link to the people you are passing it on to and leave them a comment to let them know.
(5) Request scantily clad photos of your blogger friends of the opposite sex.

1.Six things that make me happy:
(1) Friends and Family, I have some awesome friends and alot of them are like family. I also have one of the wackiest families on earth.
(2) Animal wrangling, I love watching the shows where someone has a raccoon in their attic and the wildlife expert comes to take it out. Also the ones with 150 cats in a one room house and the authorities have to catch them all. Good Times!
(3) Laughing, I love to laugh. I do it quite often too. I also love laughing at myself and boy do I do that ALOT.
(4) Writing, I love to write but don’t do it as often as I would like to. I’m considering writing a book about my life and life with my husband and kids. Who would buy that?
(5) BEER, I love beer. I love the taste. I love things batter in beer and fried. Beer is awesome.
(6) Cartoons, I enjoy cartoons that are geared toward kids with adult jokes in them. I also love the cartoons of Adult Swim on Cartoon Network. Things that are soooo wrong make me laugh the hardest.

Since I am late doing this most bloggers have already been nominated for the award so I’m not going to pick anyone. I would like to thank those who find me kreativ. I am also choosing not to request scantily clad photos of bloggers of the opposite sex because I finally got Billy Dennis to quit sending me naked pictures. (How’s that for trying to be funny! )

I get my son situated on the couch with a puke bucket. Being that he is only seven he hasn’t quite mastered “knowing when to hold’em and knowing when to fold’em” so almost every trip to the bathroom ended with him needing new underwear. He used up all the underwear in his drawer but fortunately I had just done laundry and I had some in the laundry basket in the dining room. By now it is about 6 am Saturday and I have had about an hour of sleep total. My youngest is in our only bathroom and the rumbling is starting again. I hear the toilet flush and the call for fresh underwear. I am so thankful until I find out that my oldest got up and slipped in there. Curses!!! I go to retrieve the underwear from the laundry basket when suddenly I have to throw up. The bathroom is occupied so I make the quick mental calculations of which is closer – the puke bucket in the living room or the garbage can in the kitchen. Kitchen wins. So I throw the underwear in my son’s general direction and run. As I am running my socks start to slide across the floor. If I cannot stop I am either going to hit the wall and puke on myself or fall on my ass and puke on myself. Either option isn’t pretty. Fortunately, I stopped in front of the garbage can. I unleash the contents of my stomach and feel a little relief. My oldest son walks into the kitchen blissfully ignorant to what has gone on all night long and says “My brother doesn’t want me to talk about peanuts.” I turn to him, still hugging the garbage can, and tell him that I don’t want him to talk about peanuts either.

I ended up missing the blogger bash. Call me crazy but I didn’t feel pajamas, a bathroom bathrobe (wasn’t that Freudian!) and a puke bucket was proper attire for Panache. Brad and our friend Todd went in my place. I am pretty sure everyone managed well without me. Hopefully next time!

died because the city actually plowed the SNOW ROUTE that I live on.

been blinded by a “goat”.

been arrested for arson.

decided to live my life as East Bluff Ken.

been trying to grow a beard so I can have my own Hairy Housewives site.

joined a cult.

been seeking Yoda so I may learn the ways of the force to become a Jedi.

decided to go on the road with the band across the street.

gone into business freezing dead cats.

been abducted by aliens so I could go live on their spaceship with Elvis.

Thanks for all the concern. It is nice to feel loved!! Don’t worry, I will be getting my bitch on again shortly!!

Is Scott Janz going undercover for Code Enforcement?  Did they woo him away with promises of not riding his ass like a Harley and letting him live in peace?

Is the AntiPundit Barbara Van Auken’s new personal assistant?  Will I be seeing him hanging ornamental lighting and arbors all over her district at the taxpayers’ expense?

Whatever the reasons they are leaving, they will be missed and I wish them the best of luck in whatever they do in the future.  Hopefully we will continue to see them around the blogs.  They are welcome anytime on mine.  Best wishes!