Dewlap

Hello long lost friend! The comfort of writing an anonyms blog… Last night I sat with my husband for what seemed a still moment in time. oh yeah in the past four months since I have written, I got married been a busy few months I assumed the lack of people that read this could care less about the personal stuff so I go on to the random garbage. We were having our evening smoke and spotted two anoles, those little lizard gecko things you see at night around your porch lights hunting moths, which my big strong father is deathly scared of.. just a side note…back to my animal planet story…the man anole was courting the female, seen this stuff on the discovery channel but never literally in my own back yard. And yes like every other nerd out there I Wikkipidia-ed the anole… the fancy little red bib like thing is called a dewlap, which they dance around showing off while bobbing their heads up and down while the female “runs in temptation” and when she is ready to mate she will “allow him catch” her. a bit similar to how a sixteen year old will flash his mommy and daddy bought car in front of a female while she plays games, slides notes in his locker, flirts with his friends, till eventually giving in, this is how the mtv show 16 and pregnant came to be! I am not trying to trash “today’s youth” because I am barely out of the youth category my self, this was more so to point out how random and fascinating this was for me to watch, and the fact that my husband was just as intrigued, we sat there for about 30 minutes not saying a word watching them jump from the shed to the trash we had laying against the shed, scarcely missing each other, but defying death and gravity launching his throbbing red dewlap at her, and bob up and down as if he was calling out to her, semi romantic, and amazing that the anole is still in existence, in this immense amount of trash, enormous shed, and huge back yard, they managed to not get eaten by our dogs, or shredded by the lawn mower, and found each other! There’s a script for a life time movie if I ever saw one! So in conclusion… Either we witnessed one of gods little daily miracles, lizards have the sex drive of a 16 year old which lawn mowers and rabid dogs can not stop, or my husband and I are colossal nerds. The End..

Sarcastic Hermit All knowing Yankee

A little about me, I come from a traditional loud, sarcastic, hermit, all knowing Yankee family. I should say traditional in a sense that it’s my norm. My parent’s idea of a good time is running through the speed dial thinning what little friends they have by, punching holes in their dreams, their self esteem and life choices, as if they have positive close personal relationships to spare. With their wounded self worth, they now pack their bags to go on the guilt trip they are about to endure, due to lack of visits, respect, and value on the oh so strong "friendship". The bitterness toward my loving parents will carry on through out this blog. I am marring a very southern Texan man, so the wedding will have translators to decipher the thick apposing accents. I have ADD which I figure would come in handy for a some what entertaining blog. It is a super hero power in my eyes, I can sit in a corner booth and pick up almost every tables conversations, then I can relay to you what each person was wearing what they were eating and how many refills they had. All while eating and upholding intriguing conversations with whom ever I'm dining with. This skill would come in pretty handy if I were to witness a robbery. There is a flaw to this super hero power, at said robbery, I would be infatuated with the robbers sparkly shoe laces and even in the panic of possible being shot by the deadbeat loser robbing this lame gas station, I couldn't tell you any other trait about him but his sparkly shoe laces. I value my honest yet crude sense of humor, and bad spelling. I love comments! As long as there are no nude pictures, I will not delete your comment. Freely love or hate me... Enjoy