Shall we play a game? ** said using my best 1980’s computer voice like in that movie that I can’t remember the name of and don’t care to google**
No, seriously, shall we play?
To start, simply read the following in your best sing-song voice, then copy and paste it into the comment section:
When you copy and paste this little poem into comments, please tell me how you’d like to be addressed.
It’s ok to use an alias.
REMEMBER, this is all in fun and strictly for entertainment purposes ONLY.
NOTE: All copy/pasted inquiries MUST be dated by midday U.S. Eastern Standard Time, October 29, 2020.
LadyG will post a grouped response via audio on October 29, 2020 at sunset Eastern Standard Time.
“Don’t delay, act now…..supplies are running out!” **said using my best Smash Mouth impression**
YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE WALKING ON THE SUN!
THIS offer ends, MIDDAY, October 29,2020, USA Eastern Standard Time.
This is going to be FUN!
If I don’t get any responses, it’s all good, I’ll just assume that no one wants to play with me.
And now for the LEGAL NOTICE:
***I am not a doctor, attorney, accountant, financial advisor, counselor, baker, butcher, priest, priestess, or fortune teller. Responses given here are NOT meant to be substituted for the advice of any of the above professionals.
This is a game to be used for entertainment purposes ONLY.
At best, responses are meant to encourage creativity and self reflection.
I retain the right not to respond to any inquiry that falls outside of the directions given or that I deem inappropriate. Trust me, I’ll disregard it with no hesitation or explanation.
Because I NEVER miss an opportunity to embarrass the living HELL out of my children, I give you LadyG critiquing local Halloween decorations while driving with loud kiddie Halloween music blasting in the background.
Contrary to popular belief, the alluring LadyG can be terribly goofy….as evidenced by this video!
If you listen carefully you will hear my dear Lady J pleading with me to STOP MOM! STOP!!!
Ah…but I don’t listen and I don’t stop because I can’t STOP!
And, BTW, you can definitely hear my grating informal, downright country Southern accent throughout the whole she-bang!
I save my dulcet tones for company.
***Warning, there is ONE reflexive expletive near the end of the video when a truck driving nemesis foils my plan to immediately stop to take pictures of one of the houses that had a really great layout—– so I humbly ask for your forgiveness.
Anyway…..here goes! I hope you enjoy!
NO CHILDREN WERE HARMED DURING THE MAKING OF THIS VIDEO!
Courtesy of The Alluring Intuitive.
If you don’t get into Halloween then please feel free to look around for another post that is more to your liking 🙂
My longstanding followers already know how big a fan of Halloween I am. With that said, here’s something fun for today! Be sure to swipe to see the video!
****For entertainment purposes only! Enjoy
I hope today finds you doing extraordinarily well!
As we prepare to embark on a new week, I thought it would be nice to shift our focus toward something fun! Therefore, I decided to share a video that does a magnificent job of shattering stereotypes related to gender, age and race. More importantly, it accomplishes this goal in a delightful, charming, pleasant and gut-busting manner 🙂
Before I proceed, let me acknowledge that this little gem has been circulating for a few years, so there is a good chance that you’ve already seen it. But, in light of both national and international events, I’d urge you to watch it again; I can assure you, it will bring a touch of light your way.
Please enjoy watching this 70 year old white dude dance circles around these sistas!
Mind you, this is NOT my video; I found it on Youtube. But baby let me tell you, I done watched this thang fifty-eleventeen million times!
Alright, I’ll admit that the picture above was NOT taken in Germany-at least not the real Germany. Of course, If you are familiar with the flora and fauna native to Germany then you probably already knew that. Now, if you feel that I led you astray, please accept my apologies. Maybe I can make it up to you later. So, with that said, I hope that you will indulge me a little bit and join me here as I tell you about my imaginary Germany.
Now, you might be wondering why I created an imaginary Germany. Well, in order to answer that question, I’ll need to offer a bit of background. By the way, now is a great time to go get a beverage to enjoy while I regale you with this nostalgic tale. Anyway, when I was a little girl, my dad used to tell me all about these magnificent German castles that he saw as a young military police officer in the United States Air Force. If memory serves, dad mentioned being stationed at Sembach Air Base which was located near Kaiserslautern, Germany. By the way, he also mentioned a place called Grunstadt. Now I can’t tell you a thing about how these places are related, all I know is that Kaiserslautern and Grunstadt are both located somewhere in Germany. At any rate, Dad’s castle stories were the perfect foundation for my imaginary Germany.
Interestingly, Dad wasn’t my only source for tales about Germany. As fate would have it, when I was about 4 years old, we moved next door to a lady who was from Pirmasens. Where, pray tell, is Pirmasens? You guessed it! Germany! Needless to say, as I grew older, I worried this poor lady to death with all kinds of questions about Deutschland. One of my biggest thrills was listening to her speak German with friends and family. Even though I couldn’t understand a word they said, I had fun pretending that I could.
As the years progressed, this neighbor, as well as her son, became like a second family for me. Whenever I visited them, I would admire the beautiful steins that she kept in a huge mahogany cabinet near a big brown cuckoo clock. I remember being so curious about the German artisans who crafted each item. Though I didn’t know anything about them, it was pretty clear to me that there was some manner of sorcery involved in the creation of that cuckoo clock. Why you ask? Because it accurately predicted the weather! You heard me! That clock predicted the weather! My neighbor told me that if the little man popped out of the clock it would be sunny and if the lady came out we could expect rain. Believe it or not, the clock was never wrong! Now if that’s not magic, I just don’t know what is!
By the time I was a teenager, my neighbor would ‘hire me’ to water her garden and care for her dogs whenever she went back to Pirmasens. To say that she had a green thumb was an understatement. Every spring and summer her garden was filled with a wonderful array of vibrantly colored flowers. Needless to say, when she was away, I did my best to keep everything just as she had left it. Who cares that she paid me with German chocolate bars! I didn’t mind! I enjoyed the work. By the way, have you ever tasted genuine German chocolate candy bars? So good!
Suffice it to say, after years and years of secondhand exposure to Germany, my imaginary Germany grew to be quite robust!
Right now, I can only dream about going to the real Germany. But, while I wait for this dream to become a reality, I go to imaginary Germany to take alpine hikes and dream of castles, steins, psychic cuckoo clocks, gardens and chocolate bars.
Could somebody please ask Rick Steves if he needs a co-host for his next tour in Germany.