Survey Says:

There have been so many great taglines offered that I'm having a hard time choosing.

YewNorkBabe - Start Spreading the Muse
YewNorkBabe - I may mix things up, but I look good doing it.
YewNorkBabe - If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere.
YewNorkBabe - Blogging from the Land of Confusion
Yew Nork Babe - The Theresa That Never Sleeps.
Yew Nork Babe - One Can Fran
Surviving in the Big Apple - No forbidden fruit here

Can we get a vote on this?

Help Wanted: Yew Nork Babe Needs A Tagline

When I first decided to become a blogger a few months back, I never realized how much fun it would actually be. I never realized that I could be myself, say whatever I felt like saying, expose what is in my heart, admit my short-comings and still be loved. And I never realized how much "stuff" lay dormant in the 20 or so years of being a single mom in survival mode.

I have made so many wonderful friends here and have learned so many things about child raising, relationships, food, rock and roll, dating, alcohol consumption..... Not only do I read Christian Blogs, but I read other great blogs as well and I learn a lot about the wonderful people in the world where I am a part of.

*Ahem*, *cough* *cough* fellow bloggers, I am ready to take the next step in our rrrrrrrrrrrelationship. *Whew* even in blogland commitment is a scary thing.

I have begun adding to my profile, movies I like, books I read....stuff like that. I've even figured out how to link some of the many blogs I read daily (thanks to Liz).

But I can't seem to come up with a good tagline.

If anyone reads FlipFlopMamma they know that she petitioned ya'll to help her with a tagline. And you gave her some great ones.....so how about it?

I attempted a tagline yesterday, as you can see, but it just doesn't cut it.

Does anyone have any ideas for a tagline?

Tagline Definition from Wikipedia: A tagline is a variant of an advertising slogan typically used in movie marketing, commercials, and websites. The idea behind the concept is to create a memorable phrase that will sum up the tone and premise of a film, or to reinforce the subject's memory of a product or website. Some taglines are successful enough to warrant inclusion in popular culture, often becoming snowclones.

Examples of famous movie/television taglines are:

Alien - In space, no one can hear you scream.
Jaws 2 - Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water.
Love Story - Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Star Trek - To boldly go where no man has gone before.
The X-Files - The truth is out there.
Alien vs. Predator - Whoever wins... we lose.

I Just Had to Find Out

Considering my boyfriend's comment about me on yesterday's blog and his constant complaining about me not communicating with him through any other means except this blog (don't forget he lives 156 miles away), I decided to take a highly sophisticated, indepth, true and accurate quiz to find out, unequivocally, if I have a problem with communication.

And the results are:

You Communicate With Your Ears

You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker. What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions. You love to hear complements from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself. Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.

How Do You Communicate?

Fuzzy Friday

I will be house sitting for a neighbor in two weeks. He has a large house and a pool. Last night he called and asked me to come over to show me how to take care of the pool.

Well, that sounded like a good idea.

It wasn't.

When I got there, he offered me a strawberry daiquiri. ...yummmmmmmy. Hey, I had to be hospitable, right? Let's all say it together, "WRONG".

Anyone who knows me knows I CAN'T HOLD MY LIQUOR!

So, One tiny weenie strawberry daiquiri and I'm all "two sheets to the wind" (I know it means "drunk" but I never got the two sheets part, where did that expression come from?)

So I never learned how to take care of his pool and I never helped him re-write his nerdy Yahoo Personal Ad with some un-nerdy stuff like I promised. Instead I jumped into the pool and floated around on a floaty lounge chair and watched the stars....I think that's what I did, it's still all a little fuzzy.

Right now, ouch, my head hurts, ouch, my hair is matted onto my face, ouch, and my mouth feels like I ate cotton balls for a mid-night snack, ouch.......and I have to pick up my neighbor, Diane, and go to Curves in a few minutes.

Strawberry Daiquiris = Bad.

[And if anyone in Blogland knows of a Christian Single Woman anywhere in the world over 30 that wants to date a Christian Widowed man with 2 wonderful teenagers let me know, because I can't think of anything cleaver to write for his profile right now.]

Shh, one small request: any comments today must be in lowercase....thank you in advance for your anticipated cooperation.

Two Cracks in One Day

Just so you know, I have permission from PookieBear to write this story.

On Sunday I left my house at 4:30 AM to take a trip to see Capt and the kids in Connecticut. One of the reasons I leave so early in the morning is because I love to watch the sunrise over the mountains out there. The other reason is because I can't sleep anymore so I might as well start driving. I am a morning person. A veeerrrrry early morning person.

The previous Friday I got a frantic call from PookieBear. Her town had just experience a horrible fast-moving storm. It's devastation was enormous. The winds were tornado-like, the lighting hitting directly in front of her, trees blowing down on her driveway, the neighbor's house burning down from lightening, they had to sit in the hallway away from windows until the storm passed, the loss of electricity and water and -horror of horrors - they couldn't pick up the pizza they ordered from Rosini's because the road was blocked by a tree!

Poor dear, she sounded like her adrenalin was pumping a mile a minute. What a scary experience. I wanted to run right over and hug her....with one arm....a pizza would be in the other.

When I got there two days later, it looked like a tornado had hit their little block. It looked like autumn.....except the fallen leaves were green.

One of the first things PookieBear wanted to do before going to church with me was to walk down the block and show me the house that got burned down. Capt insisted on coming along. He had just read my post about him and wanted to prove to me that he wasn't all that "hot" like I wrote, that, in fact, he was an uncouth redneck. Capt always has his hair just so perfect, his clothes pressed...he's like that.

So the four of us took a walk, me in dressy-ish clothes for church, PookieBear with nice clothes for church, Boy in regular boy clothes and Capt with shorts on....nothing else.....not.a.thing. His hair looked like it hadn't seen the business side of his brush all week. He hadn't shaved or taken a hot shower in a couple of days, due to the power outage.

I asked him if he really was going outside like THAT and he said, "Of course". In fact, as we started off down his driveway, he purposely pulled his shorts down to expose his butt crack, just to embarrass us a little bit more. PookieBear, laughing, quickly asks me if I'm going to put this on my blog. "Of course", I replied in kind....but unlike Capt, I wasn't about to expose my butt crack.

So we went to see the house, Capt in tow talking to his neighbors who were getting into their cars all dressed up for church, him topless, barefoot, scruffy looking. Me, trying to not be embarrassed. It would be totally unacceptable to walk around like that where I live on Long Island. I have neighbors that put their makeup on just to bring the garbage out.....okay I do that, but there has to be others too.

We spent the rest of the day celebrating Boy's 9th birthday and had lots of fun.

But when it was time for the kids to get ready for bed, PookieBear started to get undressed in the livingroom and I turned around just in time to see her butt crack smiling at me as she yelled, "no one come in here"....ummmm, too late. It was a two butt crack Sunday for me....Oy Vey!*smacks her forehead*

Hey, check out my new template by Liz, isn't she great? Thanks Liz.