DJ Devine RL Wife of DJ Texas Tornado's blog: "Giddies II"

"any gal here that can smile, spell ambiguous, does not have metal in the face or pics of tats on the ahhh hmms gets a beer from me!" Now that is a start of a beautiful day, I would think... or a good note to end my night at work. Either way you look at it, it is all good. Thank you......

I am about to get off of work and, more than likely, head off to my daughter's home to babysit my granddaughter since her temp rose to 103 yesterday, although it was later brought down to 101. Although high temps are no laughing matter, I sure hope it didn't have anything to do with her attempting to eat the bluebonnets on Saturday when we were taking photographs. :P lol....

~DJ SuperMan~DJ @ Club Glow~C/O Kryptonite Lounge~FU BF to DJ Devine TXRose

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lol... In another blog posting on Fri or Sat (under the Inquiring Minds series), I mentioned that I was awakened by what sounded like a small cessna engine that landed on my ceiling. I threw water bottles at my ceiling to get my neighbor to stop, but the engine sound far outweighed the clicks on his floor (in comparison) from my water bottles. I called the apartment manager and she said to report back how long it lasted. Well it was over an hour and she said that she would put a notice on their door. Sunday afternoon I was oblivious to this possible noise because I had the tv blaring with the Giants/GreenBay game and I wasn't moving from the couch because of sore arm. Today though, promptly at 4pm again, I swear the cessna engine lands again! Near as I can figure it is merely a treadmill, which goes with the loud stomping/treading on the mill. Unfortunately, I really don't need an alarm system. My own body can wake up on its own without an alarm clock. I can probably count on my hand how many times I have overslept, and generally that is because I was sick at the time, which threw off my internal clocking mechanism. Just as soon as I presume that it is 4pm that he is going to get on his treadmill, I am going to be thrown off when he changes up his routine. Continue to listen to Cessna engines on my ceiling vs starting to look for a house for when my lease is up. Hmmmmmm.... LOL....

OMG.... What would you do if you got a message in your shout box saying "I want to fuck you!" and you don't really know the person other than a couple of general shout box messages in the past??? Just barely awakened from my sleep and this is what welcomes me in my shout box????? lol.... Somehow, I love the foreplay of a relationship with a lots of friendship and courtship before I hear those words uttered (or see those words written). Wouldn't you??? :)

It is supposed to be oh so good for you right??? Driving home today, a GNC bottle fell into the foothold area of the front seat area. Catching it in the nick of time before it got away, I looked at the labeling really quickly thinking it was an old Melantonin bottle (that I am currently using for spare change) and thinking maybe I should stop at the GNC store today to pick up some more. When I looked at the bottle, it said FISH OIL. Oh nooooo, I thought. I remember. I had been taking fish oil with each meal for about 3-4 months in a row. Suddenly I began to see my cats take a special interest in licking my skin with their sandpaper tongues. When I realized what the potential cause was, I quit taking the fish oil for fear of my cats begin to be carnivorous and the fish oil was merely like spreading butter on bread -- adding a bit of tasty to the product. LOL.... I put my coin filled fish oil cannister back into the middle hump of the car where it should be kept. I suppose that it wouldn't be bad to add the fish oil to their diets on a weekly perhaps basis, but insofar as my own health needs, I think I shall find a substitute -- or risk being licked to death with their sandpaper tongues!! LOL...

A lady walks into Tiffany's. She browses around and sees a beautiful diamond bracelet. As she bends over to look more closely she inadvertently breaks wind. Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone has noticed her little accident. As she turns around, her worst nightmare materializes in the form of a salesman standing right behind her Displaying complete professionalism, the salesman greets the lady, 'Good day, Madam. How may we help you today?' Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman didn't witness her little 'accident', she asks, 'Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?' He answers, 'Madam, if you farted just looking at it, you're going to shit when I tell you the price.'