Thursday, June 24, 2010

Many Find Me Pleasant, Others Disturbed: Putting Them Both Together for Duane's Sake

My friend DS is holding a blog carnival of his own called Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays. I'm thinking I can do pleasant, and I can do disturbed. I am up for the challenge of putting them together.

You know why I seem shy when I meet someone for the first time. I like to pretend to be sane until I get to know a person well enough that my insanity won't frighten them eventually. I explained this to the Deacon over dinner yesterday. NOW he gets me.

I do not put syrup on pancakes. I prefer butter. And sometimes honey. I like honey on bread, pancakes, and in whiskey. Otherwise, not a fan...

Thong underwear should be renamed buttfloss. Not that I have firsthand knowledge about these things or anything like that. Seriously, thongs used to be footwear I couldn't wear because there is no place to put orthotics, and now it's underwear I can't wear because there is no wear to put my assets (technically they are liabilities, but anyway..) I see a pattern here.

If the moon were made of green cheese, it would be totally safe from the likes of me. Even I think green cheese sounds disgusting.

DS should get a cool copy and paste button for his blog carnival. I think those things are snazzy. It almost adds a picture to a post where none exists.

Here is a button to DS's website. I'd still like it better if it said "Pleasantly Disturbed" on it, but that probably says more about me than it does about him.


I keep copying and pasting different buttons from his site, and they are showing up as question marks in Preview. Well, at least we have the link at the top of the page.

I have no doubts that this post fits the disturbed criteria for this blog carnival. I hope it hasn't missed the mark in being pleasant.

11 comments:

katdish said...

Oh, Helen! Don't you know that you being you in all your quirky glory is what brought me to your blog in the first place?

Duane Scott said...

This is hilarious!

My mother still refers to my flip flops as "thongs."

Every one laughs.

Okay, and I have a designer working on a cool button for the blog carnival. Next Thursday, it will be there!

And I can't see the picture you uploaded. It appears as a little question mark.

I think you are pleasantly disturbed. And I LIKE it. :)

Ticked Off / Not really. said...

OH?!!!?!?!?

I have to wait for approval too?

What's YOUR excuse?

Huh?!

SarahBeeCreations said...

It's partially my fault he doesn't have a button yet. Maybe by next week.
Love your randomness!

jasonS said...

I am pleasantly disturbed by being here on your blog today. Your thoughts as always are enlightening, but how many times do I have to tell you I'm a visual person and 'buttfloss" isn't the image I want invading my cranium at 9 AM. :)

JC Dude said...

That was funny! I don't get thongs either but "buttfloss" will forger be in my memory!

Jay

lainiegallagher said...

You are hilarious! I will itemize my responses.

1. I am shy when I first meet people, too. Perhaps this is why, but I didn't know it.

2. I prefer butter and syrup. Which, incidentally, I do NOT pronounce "see-rup." That grosses me out when people pronounce it that way, for some reason. I say "surrup." That's probably wrong, but more appetizing. Anyway...honey on your pancakes???? Weird.

3. It cracks me up when people refer to flipflops as thongs. Gross. (Side-note: the similarly-named intimate apparel is more comfortable than one might think. It's funny, because I remember when anyone who wore them was considered to be a slut. Now it's just normal.)

4. You are pleasantly on the mark!

♥ Kathy said...

I love that you like to pretend to be sane LOL and syrup rocks on corn fritters..just sayin :)

Sandra Heska King said...

Pancakes require butter AND syrup. More butter. A little syrup. Now I need some.

HisFireFly said...

Helen.. random just comes naturally to you.. I'm impressed!

YogaSavy said...

Am shy but love syrup and butter on my pancakes.
Thongs like them but are a real pain! Oh yes those VPL grr.