It was a short trip but well worth the travel time. The Blonde has a story to tell!!
9.26.2009
9.20.2009
Internet Dating is Funny
I have to pick on this profile..I just find it too funny not to share!!
The Dude is 51 and not Brad Pitt or John Corbett or even George Clooney hot!!
Are you that special?...a complete woman?
Description:
I am so fed up of women who have limitations...who sleep too much, who don't do this or that...who have no concept of what an amazing relationship can be like and who offer so little when wanting so much...I am not sure which is worse, the ones who are just mediocre and don't realize it...or the one's who are knowingly shallow and materialistic...please do not bother me unless you satisfy everything I am looking for below - and expect your man also to be everything you desire....Also, please do not bother if you smoke or have oral issues/limitations....
Relationship I am Seeking
I'm Seeking:
Women
For:
Marriage, Long-Term Relationship
Description:
Are you a complete woman? No REALLY? I know they exist as I have had one whom I tragically lost. They love unconditionally, make love with passion, imagination and WITHOUT limit (ie they love everything normal), prefer to be awake than asleep, kiss amazingly, live enthusiastically and plan positively. They are totally unselfish, unaffected, unpretentious and live to please. They also expect the same from their man. Please do not go any further if you do not fully associate with the foregoing or think I am looking for a lot. So, if you are interested, I'm very young-looking, sporty - all sorts, fit, speak seven languages, accomplished musician, have a doctorate, don't smoke or drink, (never have), wicked sense of humour, strong, passionate and affectionate (extremely). I'm great fun, attentive, unpretentious, easy going and I'm looking for a serious relationship, nothing else. I'm used to being with an intelligent, naturally beautiful (I'm aesthetically driven - looks do matter), internationally educated, (much) younger, elegant, sporty, sensual and affectionate girl, who has immense poise and character and a stunning physique (natural or enhanced). A woman who stands out in her own right, or could/should. Someone who thrives on being in a strong and exceptional relationship in which each partner's emotional, physical, sexual, intellectual, family, social and other needs are not only met but exceeded. Preferably someone who wants a family at some point, probably 23-37 but I am flexible. Interested? Compatible? Sure? Really? Are you an amazing lover, friend, wife and mother in the making and just needing the right guy? Then please let me know. But remember. I am no one's sugardaddie, I am someone's future equal, partner or husband.
The Blonde loves irony!
The Dude is 51 and not Brad Pitt or John Corbett or even George Clooney hot!!
Are you that special?...a complete woman?
Description:
I am so fed up of women who have limitations...who sleep too much, who don't do this or that...who have no concept of what an amazing relationship can be like and who offer so little when wanting so much...I am not sure which is worse, the ones who are just mediocre and don't realize it...or the one's who are knowingly shallow and materialistic...please do not bother me unless you satisfy everything I am looking for below - and expect your man also to be everything you desire....Also, please do not bother if you smoke or have oral issues/limitations....
Relationship I am Seeking
I'm Seeking:
Women
For:
Marriage, Long-Term Relationship
Description:
Are you a complete woman? No REALLY? I know they exist as I have had one whom I tragically lost. They love unconditionally, make love with passion, imagination and WITHOUT limit (ie they love everything normal), prefer to be awake than asleep, kiss amazingly, live enthusiastically and plan positively. They are totally unselfish, unaffected, unpretentious and live to please. They also expect the same from their man. Please do not go any further if you do not fully associate with the foregoing or think I am looking for a lot. So, if you are interested, I'm very young-looking, sporty - all sorts, fit, speak seven languages, accomplished musician, have a doctorate, don't smoke or drink, (never have), wicked sense of humour, strong, passionate and affectionate (extremely). I'm great fun, attentive, unpretentious, easy going and I'm looking for a serious relationship, nothing else. I'm used to being with an intelligent, naturally beautiful (I'm aesthetically driven - looks do matter), internationally educated, (much) younger, elegant, sporty, sensual and affectionate girl, who has immense poise and character and a stunning physique (natural or enhanced). A woman who stands out in her own right, or could/should. Someone who thrives on being in a strong and exceptional relationship in which each partner's emotional, physical, sexual, intellectual, family, social and other needs are not only met but exceeded. Preferably someone who wants a family at some point, probably 23-37 but I am flexible. Interested? Compatible? Sure? Really? Are you an amazing lover, friend, wife and mother in the making and just needing the right guy? Then please let me know. But remember. I am no one's sugardaddie, I am someone's future equal, partner or husband.
The Blonde loves irony!
Male Order Catalog
The great thing about internet dating is the turn around time to receive a new guy in an email!!
You just flip through the profiles like you would the pages of a catalog, place your item in the basket by way of a favorite button and voila; you have men in your size and color.
The one I ordered this time is a much better fit than my last order. This one comes with a yacht in Newport Beach, a condo in mid-west Manhattan, dark hair, made in Spain, with french accents. This order comes without fake promises, the too soon 'I love you' but don't mean it routine, and no sob story about some girl who committed suicide because of him.
I have no doubt after wearing the last guy for a bit, he was a very bad fit. Now that he is returned, and I have a new credit on my attitude, I am ordering a replacement.
A quick note on refilling your order for a new guy.
Be careful!!
After your order arrives and its not exactly as promised on the profile, you may feel cheated and discouraged about ordering a new man.
But just remember all of the products we buy that don't deliver what they promise either, like cellulite cream, face lift lotions, and diet pills.
In the end, we learn what does work, what is true, and eventually grow a better consumer and lover because we end up finding satisfaction in the simplest of products.
When ordering a man just remember that less promises is more man.
I personally haven't learned that lesson yet and am in search of the exception to the rule, so just do as I say and not what I do for now.
The Blonde is headed to NY for a fitting!!
You just flip through the profiles like you would the pages of a catalog, place your item in the basket by way of a favorite button and voila; you have men in your size and color.
The one I ordered this time is a much better fit than my last order. This one comes with a yacht in Newport Beach, a condo in mid-west Manhattan, dark hair, made in Spain, with french accents. This order comes without fake promises, the too soon 'I love you' but don't mean it routine, and no sob story about some girl who committed suicide because of him.
I have no doubt after wearing the last guy for a bit, he was a very bad fit. Now that he is returned, and I have a new credit on my attitude, I am ordering a replacement.
A quick note on refilling your order for a new guy.
Be careful!!
After your order arrives and its not exactly as promised on the profile, you may feel cheated and discouraged about ordering a new man.
But just remember all of the products we buy that don't deliver what they promise either, like cellulite cream, face lift lotions, and diet pills.
In the end, we learn what does work, what is true, and eventually grow a better consumer and lover because we end up finding satisfaction in the simplest of products.
When ordering a man just remember that less promises is more man.
I personally haven't learned that lesson yet and am in search of the exception to the rule, so just do as I say and not what I do for now.
The Blonde is headed to NY for a fitting!!
9.12.2009
The World Don't Stop
I am sitting on the veranda with candle light and listening to the rain with Mary Chapin Carpenter playing on my stereo in the background.
I have pulled Black Betty out for the night. For those of you who don't know Black Betty, allow me to introduce you; she is my guitar and I play her when no one is listening, mainly because I don;t know how to play it correctly.
Tonight, I am only fuzzy with sips of wine and I am at peace. I am enjoying my alone time and many epiphanies have rolled across my mind like the foam of the ocean waves that used to kiss my feet on the beach just before they roll back into the abyss.
It has been a long time since I have seen the ocean and felt its power rush over me but I remember it. With the stroke of my hand in the glass jar that holds the sand that last touched me, waves of memories and epiphanies cross my mind.
But, I still have many questions!
The Blonde mind never ends!
I have pulled Black Betty out for the night. For those of you who don't know Black Betty, allow me to introduce you; she is my guitar and I play her when no one is listening, mainly because I don;t know how to play it correctly.
Tonight, I am only fuzzy with sips of wine and I am at peace. I am enjoying my alone time and many epiphanies have rolled across my mind like the foam of the ocean waves that used to kiss my feet on the beach just before they roll back into the abyss.
It has been a long time since I have seen the ocean and felt its power rush over me but I remember it. With the stroke of my hand in the glass jar that holds the sand that last touched me, waves of memories and epiphanies cross my mind.
But, I still have many questions!
The Blonde mind never ends!
9.11.2009
Phone Purge Day
Today is the day I purge my phone from all the dates I can't remember, dates I wish I didn't remember, and one jerk, whose emails will be posted on my wall of shame blog.
I have had only one other person make it to my wall of shame in 2 years so this is a really big award. Give me time to gather up the "I really love you, want to have your baby, and your future husband' emails and post them to 'Blonded by Love'. Give me time to dust off the blog, its been awhile since I was blown off my game by an all promising ninny.
I am sure I am not the only one who falls for this kind of thing. We all have had a few in our past and they never do work out. I am learning that the ones that bring it on way too strong in the beginning have nothing to follow through with in the end.
This was a really good lesson (again) because in the end I have learned that its the ones that take things slow and who are always there for me no matter what.
I have that with someone whom I dismissed way too early on in the relationship because it wasn't moving as fast as the Blonde likes it. I think I will get out of the passing lane and move over to the right and take my time getting to where I want to be.
The Blonde has cleared her memory!!
I have had only one other person make it to my wall of shame in 2 years so this is a really big award. Give me time to gather up the "I really love you, want to have your baby, and your future husband' emails and post them to 'Blonded by Love'. Give me time to dust off the blog, its been awhile since I was blown off my game by an all promising ninny.
I am sure I am not the only one who falls for this kind of thing. We all have had a few in our past and they never do work out. I am learning that the ones that bring it on way too strong in the beginning have nothing to follow through with in the end.
This was a really good lesson (again) because in the end I have learned that its the ones that take things slow and who are always there for me no matter what.
I have that with someone whom I dismissed way too early on in the relationship because it wasn't moving as fast as the Blonde likes it. I think I will get out of the passing lane and move over to the right and take my time getting to where I want to be.
The Blonde has cleared her memory!!
9.10.2009
Climbing On Top
I am not a dominatrix but I play one on the internet, or at least I used to for fun.
Just another hilarious story hidden away in my unpublished book of "Real Blonde Moments: The Unedited Version".
I think now that I have some down time since my kanuk is AWOL, my grant money is on the slide, and school doesn't start for another two weeks, that this is the time to find an agent. Like I have always said, "I am a Paul Harvey rest of the story, waiting to happen."
The Blonde likes rock bottom!!
9.08.2009
Drama Queens and Circus Freaks
I am not the elephant man!
I am not an animal!!
But I totally feel like a circus freak!
Since my asthma attack in front of the kanuck, I have not heard hide nor hair from him, other than to tell me how freaked it made him and he needs time...in an email reply.
Well...
I think he has had plenty of time to make me feel like a freak!
Dumping me off at the curb of the airport and never bothering to check on me is another pretty good indicator of where this time thing is going and I just don't see time and my kanuck headed in my direction any time soon.
I guess its best to give him the option out without feeling bad, so I did.
I can't sit here and cry in the center ring and hope for a great show. I need to pick my circus freakness up and hop back onto the trapeze and hit the dating arena again.
In time I will realize this had nothing to do with me or my asthma attack and everything to do with someone not ready to commit to what he said he wanted.
In the circus of love there are no safety nets and when you fall, you hit hard.
I have had a few breaks in my time but I am not scared to do it as many times as I need to until I get it right.
And even if swinging from the trapeze and falling wasn't my fault, the break hurts just as much.
In the end, what I have learned about love is that it is a freak of nature in itself and a lot of us are scared to accept it as it is. A grotesque form of emotions that we are afraid to face but want to see- sort of like the elephant man.
As long as their is a cage holding it in and us away from harm, we will look at it. But take away that sense of safety and put that freak boldly in our face and we want to run away or kill it.
I for one am not an animal.
I am not a freak.
I am just a Blonde looking for her other half of the trapeze show.
The Blonde will take the ring!!
I am not an animal!!
But I totally feel like a circus freak!
Since my asthma attack in front of the kanuck, I have not heard hide nor hair from him, other than to tell me how freaked it made him and he needs time...in an email reply.
Well...
I think he has had plenty of time to make me feel like a freak!
Dumping me off at the curb of the airport and never bothering to check on me is another pretty good indicator of where this time thing is going and I just don't see time and my kanuck headed in my direction any time soon.
I guess its best to give him the option out without feeling bad, so I did.
I can't sit here and cry in the center ring and hope for a great show. I need to pick my circus freakness up and hop back onto the trapeze and hit the dating arena again.
In time I will realize this had nothing to do with me or my asthma attack and everything to do with someone not ready to commit to what he said he wanted.
In the circus of love there are no safety nets and when you fall, you hit hard.
I have had a few breaks in my time but I am not scared to do it as many times as I need to until I get it right.
And even if swinging from the trapeze and falling wasn't my fault, the break hurts just as much.
In the end, what I have learned about love is that it is a freak of nature in itself and a lot of us are scared to accept it as it is. A grotesque form of emotions that we are afraid to face but want to see- sort of like the elephant man.
As long as their is a cage holding it in and us away from harm, we will look at it. But take away that sense of safety and put that freak boldly in our face and we want to run away or kill it.
I for one am not an animal.
I am not a freak.
I am just a Blonde looking for her other half of the trapeze show.
The Blonde will take the ring!!
9.02.2009
Not My Greatest Week
After recovering from a wicked asthma attack, I am back to full breathing. I have been playing tennis and working out at the spa in Houston. My tennis instructor is super hot but still not as cute as the kanuck.
Any guy that can dance naked in an apron and make a killer osso buco while doing it, is tops in my little black book; even if he sent me directly home after wigging out during my little wheezing spell. At this point, I am trying to just understand his point of view. But after the hideousness of trying to get home after being literally dumped off at the airport, its a bit hard at this moment.
I am still a bit miffed!
Even though he was nice enough to pay for all the medial bills, don't you think it would have at least been the gentlemanly thing to do, to keep the phone by his side to make sure I made it home alright?
I felt as if he completely wiped me from his thought the moment I hit the airport curb. I got a text the next morning saying he left his phone behind and didn't bother to check his messages until morning.
I hope things just dissipate and all this horribleness goes away and maybe get back to the way it was, but I wonder, do I really want that? I am already a bit heart torn. I can't imagine down the road, when I have completely given my heart to this kanuck that he decides to dump me off on some curb because I sneezed too hard.
I hate the beginning of dating anyway. You never really know your certain someone well enough to understand their motivations. I always give the benefit of the doubt. Most of the time, it ends up swiping me in the face. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to just skip right to the middle of the relationship where its perfect, passionate, and comfortable all at the same time?
Maybe there is no middle phase for this one. I thought there would be. Maybe I read the signs wrong. I made myself believe he was the one. I really wanted it to be true.
I even convinced myself this was kizmit.
That fate brought him to me, carbon copied right from my wish list.
The perfect guy!
But then fate goes and smacks me down with the wheez, right in front of him!
Is it a test?
Or is it just what it is?
What the h e double ll?
Sigh......
I am sick of thinking about it. I have already burned my neck twice with the curling iron and backed into a bee nest on the veranda, got stung a few times, all because my mind is consumed with figuring out fates odd sense of humor or poor sense of timing.
Anyhoo,
Today I am turning off the phone and just doing a little more me time. After gym, I am just going to lounge by the pool and pretend everything is fine. Tomorrow, I will pack up, head home for Labor Day weekend and hope a party or two will get me out of my funk.
The Blonde is ready for the weekend!!
Any guy that can dance naked in an apron and make a killer osso buco while doing it, is tops in my little black book; even if he sent me directly home after wigging out during my little wheezing spell. At this point, I am trying to just understand his point of view. But after the hideousness of trying to get home after being literally dumped off at the airport, its a bit hard at this moment.
I am still a bit miffed!
Even though he was nice enough to pay for all the medial bills, don't you think it would have at least been the gentlemanly thing to do, to keep the phone by his side to make sure I made it home alright?
I felt as if he completely wiped me from his thought the moment I hit the airport curb. I got a text the next morning saying he left his phone behind and didn't bother to check his messages until morning.
I hope things just dissipate and all this horribleness goes away and maybe get back to the way it was, but I wonder, do I really want that? I am already a bit heart torn. I can't imagine down the road, when I have completely given my heart to this kanuck that he decides to dump me off on some curb because I sneezed too hard.
I hate the beginning of dating anyway. You never really know your certain someone well enough to understand their motivations. I always give the benefit of the doubt. Most of the time, it ends up swiping me in the face. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to just skip right to the middle of the relationship where its perfect, passionate, and comfortable all at the same time?
Maybe there is no middle phase for this one. I thought there would be. Maybe I read the signs wrong. I made myself believe he was the one. I really wanted it to be true.
I even convinced myself this was kizmit.
That fate brought him to me, carbon copied right from my wish list.
The perfect guy!
But then fate goes and smacks me down with the wheez, right in front of him!
Is it a test?
Or is it just what it is?
What the h e double ll?
Sigh......
I am sick of thinking about it. I have already burned my neck twice with the curling iron and backed into a bee nest on the veranda, got stung a few times, all because my mind is consumed with figuring out fates odd sense of humor or poor sense of timing.
Anyhoo,
Today I am turning off the phone and just doing a little more me time. After gym, I am just going to lounge by the pool and pretend everything is fine. Tomorrow, I will pack up, head home for Labor Day weekend and hope a party or two will get me out of my funk.
The Blonde is ready for the weekend!!
9.01.2009
A Dog, Some Wine, and the Pantless Chef
Breathe Bitch!!!!
Rough estimate time line...
Arrive 7pm Toronto
8pm Arrive penthouse
8:05pm Pet dog
8:10pm Glass of wine
8:30pm Dinner
9:00pm Another glass of wine
9:10pm Chef takes pants off
9:15pm Blonde really laughing
9:20pm Naked Chef dances with apron
Fuzzy Blonde laughing and wheezing
Fuzzy Blonde wheezing, gasping for air
Blonde is passed out
Ambulance
Blonde wakes up
Breathes
Goes to bed
9am wheezing begins
Gasping
Pharmacy no inhaler
Clinic waiting room
10am Ambulance
11am Emergency room
11:30 Blonde breathing
Noon Chef thoroughly freaked out calls travel agency
Afternoon Blonde dumped at airport
Plane is broken
Wait for mechanics
Plane fixed
Miss connection in Chicago
Crying
Crying
Find hotel stay over night
Blonde cries herself to sleep
Gets up and gets on plane
Next day Noon Arrive in Austin
12:15 Margaritas with the Captain
3pm Lunch with Agusto
3:30 swap clothes out and repack
8pm in Houston
Yesterday Shopping
Today Drink wine and forget everything that happened.
The Blonde doesn't know what else to say!!
Rough estimate time line...
Arrive 7pm Toronto
8pm Arrive penthouse
8:05pm Pet dog
8:10pm Glass of wine
8:30pm Dinner
9:00pm Another glass of wine
9:10pm Chef takes pants off
9:15pm Blonde really laughing
9:20pm Naked Chef dances with apron
Fuzzy Blonde laughing and wheezing
Fuzzy Blonde wheezing, gasping for air
Blonde is passed out
Ambulance
Blonde wakes up
Breathes
Goes to bed
9am wheezing begins
Gasping
Pharmacy no inhaler
Clinic waiting room
10am Ambulance
11am Emergency room
11:30 Blonde breathing
Noon Chef thoroughly freaked out calls travel agency
Afternoon Blonde dumped at airport
Plane is broken
Wait for mechanics
Plane fixed
Miss connection in Chicago
Crying
Crying
Find hotel stay over night
Blonde cries herself to sleep
Gets up and gets on plane
Next day Noon Arrive in Austin
12:15 Margaritas with the Captain
3pm Lunch with Agusto
3:30 swap clothes out and repack
8pm in Houston
Yesterday Shopping
Today Drink wine and forget everything that happened.
The Blonde doesn't know what else to say!!
8.18.2009
Heloooo Runner
I have been hitting the trails three times a week to get in shape for the Reserves, which after careful thought and failure to successfully complete a shower in 7 minutes, I have have decided that its in the Armys' best interest not to count on me to be anyone strong enough to fight for more than the last pair of Jimmy Choo's on sale, in my size.
Besides, I have another reason to hit the trails.
Men!!
Glorious sweatie, shirtless hotties all at my visual disposal. On the weekday, its not very crowded, a few men here and there but I only need a few to make my run worth the trip. The Kanuck is too far for me to keep my attention focused on him all the time, so I am occupying myself with other healthy endeavors.
Besides, I don't think we have committed to anything, although, he is holding my coat hostage until next time we meet, but what if there isn't a next time? I don't know him well enough to trust him with my designer stuff. I don't want to give up a perfectly good Bebe trench coat to whatever girl he brings home after me. If you know women, and I do, they will take other femmes' leftovers claiming it shouldn't have been in the man's place anyway. Its the girls version of peeing on their territory. I hope my coat comes wrapped up in his suitcase but if not, I am comfortable trusting Fedex to deliver it safely.
So until something is solid with Canandia, I guess I am open to check out the Zilker Park candy trails.
One in particular has caught my attention and although I only see him briefly as I pass him by, its all I need to get my flirt on. I passed him on Saturday and we did the eye contact thing. Today we did eye contact with a grin from him. I am waiting to give my grin back next time I see him. I guess I will be disappointed if I don't get to pass on my grin to him but I am certainly not going to play stalker and schedule my run just to do it.
It takes at least 4 runs to bond with a passer by...LOL
Plus, I like to believe in serendipitous moments.
Even if I don't see him, its OK because the running eye candy doesn't have any of my clothes. If that were the case, I would schedule a stalk time to retrieve my designer wears.
The Blonde hates to run out of clothes!!
Besides, I have another reason to hit the trails.
Men!!
Glorious sweatie, shirtless hotties all at my visual disposal. On the weekday, its not very crowded, a few men here and there but I only need a few to make my run worth the trip. The Kanuck is too far for me to keep my attention focused on him all the time, so I am occupying myself with other healthy endeavors.
Besides, I don't think we have committed to anything, although, he is holding my coat hostage until next time we meet, but what if there isn't a next time? I don't know him well enough to trust him with my designer stuff. I don't want to give up a perfectly good Bebe trench coat to whatever girl he brings home after me. If you know women, and I do, they will take other femmes' leftovers claiming it shouldn't have been in the man's place anyway. Its the girls version of peeing on their territory. I hope my coat comes wrapped up in his suitcase but if not, I am comfortable trusting Fedex to deliver it safely.
So until something is solid with Canandia, I guess I am open to check out the Zilker Park candy trails.
One in particular has caught my attention and although I only see him briefly as I pass him by, its all I need to get my flirt on. I passed him on Saturday and we did the eye contact thing. Today we did eye contact with a grin from him. I am waiting to give my grin back next time I see him. I guess I will be disappointed if I don't get to pass on my grin to him but I am certainly not going to play stalker and schedule my run just to do it.
It takes at least 4 runs to bond with a passer by...LOL
Plus, I like to believe in serendipitous moments.
Even if I don't see him, its OK because the running eye candy doesn't have any of my clothes. If that were the case, I would schedule a stalk time to retrieve my designer wears.
The Blonde hates to run out of clothes!!
8.17.2009
Dear Kellogg's Cereal Promo Dudes
If you are going to put a promotion on the back of your cereal box that makes me have to consume 3 boxes to get the three tokens I need for the prize, than keep the promotion going long enough for me to get the damn prize!!
I was saving up for the Star Trek 1 gig memory bracelet and now that I am one token shy of my 3 tokens, there are no more boxes with the Star Trek tokens left on the grocery shelf at HEB.
I really don't think I should be forced into buying 3 boxes of cereal at the same time to get the tokens.
Do you?
It used be so much more fun as a kid, especially when I was able to consume half a box of Rice Krispies in one sitting and not gain 5lbs to my arse doing it. But I don't play 6 hours a day anymore. Half the day, I am sitting and working and carbs don't burn as quickly when only my fingers are getting a good work out on the keyboard. Its difficult for someone like me, on a low carb diet, to get any sort of cereal prize today.
Kelloggs has the audacity to make the most of their marketing by promoting different cereals with different promotions on the back of the box.
If I want Star Trek, I have to buy Tony the Tiger Frosted Flakes.
If I want the stupid alarm clock with the Kellog's figures on it, and I do, I have to buy Sugar Pops or Cheerios.
Adults can't eat that much sugar and stay thin and Kellog's doesn't put promotions on big kids cereal like Special K, Fiber K, or whatever cardboard flavor cereal they are peddling to adults to stay healthy.
I don't think its fair that kids get all the fun. After all, its the adults who are paying for the frosted cereal treats.
How about putting tokens on the box to send away for botox, lip plumper, or laser treatment.
Women are suckers, including me!!
I will buy two or three boxes at a time for Special K, if the tokens are for a spa treatment.
Hell, put a huge promo up to collect enough tokens for breast implants!!
Dudettes and their boyfriends will gladly eat their away into a thousand boxes of frosty yumminess for a pair of double Ds. And after all that sugar consumption, they will need it to equalize out the size spread of their arse.
Otherwise, just give me enough time to consume my darn 3 boxes of frosted flakes before you take away my chance to get the Star Trek memory bracelet!!!
The Blonde hates playing games that don't win!!
I was saving up for the Star Trek 1 gig memory bracelet and now that I am one token shy of my 3 tokens, there are no more boxes with the Star Trek tokens left on the grocery shelf at HEB.
I really don't think I should be forced into buying 3 boxes of cereal at the same time to get the tokens.
Do you?
It used be so much more fun as a kid, especially when I was able to consume half a box of Rice Krispies in one sitting and not gain 5lbs to my arse doing it. But I don't play 6 hours a day anymore. Half the day, I am sitting and working and carbs don't burn as quickly when only my fingers are getting a good work out on the keyboard. Its difficult for someone like me, on a low carb diet, to get any sort of cereal prize today.
Kelloggs has the audacity to make the most of their marketing by promoting different cereals with different promotions on the back of the box.
If I want Star Trek, I have to buy Tony the Tiger Frosted Flakes.
If I want the stupid alarm clock with the Kellog's figures on it, and I do, I have to buy Sugar Pops or Cheerios.
Adults can't eat that much sugar and stay thin and Kellog's doesn't put promotions on big kids cereal like Special K, Fiber K, or whatever cardboard flavor cereal they are peddling to adults to stay healthy.
I don't think its fair that kids get all the fun. After all, its the adults who are paying for the frosted cereal treats.
How about putting tokens on the box to send away for botox, lip plumper, or laser treatment.
Women are suckers, including me!!
I will buy two or three boxes at a time for Special K, if the tokens are for a spa treatment.
Hell, put a huge promo up to collect enough tokens for breast implants!!
Dudettes and their boyfriends will gladly eat their away into a thousand boxes of frosty yumminess for a pair of double Ds. And after all that sugar consumption, they will need it to equalize out the size spread of their arse.
Otherwise, just give me enough time to consume my darn 3 boxes of frosted flakes before you take away my chance to get the Star Trek memory bracelet!!!
The Blonde hates playing games that don't win!!
8.15.2009
Happy 40th Anniversary Woodstock
I missed the first one but I made it to the 25th Anniversary!!!
The Blonde Wants Love not War!!
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