apparently, jozjozjoz feels usurped (what a strange word to type) and not so keen on everyone calling me hunny. so what should i be called, then? i prefer a moniker that’s easier than hunhunhun to type. and although we live in a ‘democracy’, i don’t think voting on what to call me is going to work for me. however, coming soon to a desktop near you, touch screen voting on the next topic of jozjozjoz:: brain barf! will it be the dreaded fishie tank? or perhaps the merits of sidewalk chalk? who knows what wonders jozjozjoz will bring!
ahem. back to the topic. henceforth, i shall be known as yosh. or yoshi. remember the little green dinosaur? it remains to be seen, however, if i’m rated E for everyone…
… tell someone it was ok to park in my space?!
I know my name’s not painted on yet, but it’s still MY SPACE!
It looks like some of you peeps are having issues with calling The Hunny Hunny.
That’s ok, I’m realizing that I kind of don’t like others calling my Hunny Hunny.
So I’m taking a little informal poll… who says the Hunny needs a name?
i’m feeling rather like i have something to live up to, now that i’ve been given such a generous introduction. hmmm…ok, here goes.
first, a thank you to joz for sharing her space with me, i’m not as witty or amusing, tending more towards the sarcastic and yes, even morose, end of the spectrum, but that’s where we even each other out, i suppose. i’m mooching off her because it’s easier to do than create my own blog, although i do have one out there. it’s just not as cool as this one, nor does it plump when you cook it. and i don’t know html or any other language (unless you count english, and that is only rudimentary), so this will be my home until such time as a: i learn html or perhaps yiddish; b: i stop having things to say to the general public; or c: ballpark franks get a new slogan.
nuff said.
Hunny is going to start posting things from time to time. Please be nice and leave lots of comments, so maybe there will be more Hunnyposts in the future.
Of course, if you start neglecting me, I will be mad… so don’t forget to leave me lots of comments, too. [Or have you forgotten that I'm a comment whore?]
Hunny tends to not use the _shift_ key, so the Hunnyposts are likely to all be in lower case. That’s just part of the Hunnycharm, so LIVE WITH IT!
… and no, I will not let you see what I do (or don’t) wear there.
When you wear a skirt to work, don’t go up the stairs where the camera crews can look up and see…
No, I didn’t find the rock, but Hunny says the jewelry store called & said that they’d match and replace the rock for us at no charge.
Sometimes buying retail pays.
I don’t have to keep looking for the rock anymore, even though I probably will until the ring is back on my finger.
Stop laughing.
I don’t care that it’s uber-lame that we went to a Home Show. It was fun and I don’t care who makes fun of me for going to a show whose target demographic finds excitement from buying the latest squeegee invention at a $2 discount.
Hunny and I got 15 minute massages in these great Lomi massage chairs (ok, we got massages at several vendors that sold massages chairs, but the Lomi chairs were by far the best!), laid on Tempurpedic mattresses, shopped for our custom built spa & aquarium, seriously contemplated buying one of those little electric scooters, and I even got some cool shades.
We spent lots of money, but not as much as we COULD have spent, if we had bought the aromatherapy oils ($23/jar), a portable massage unit (not a pocket rocket, you perv, one of those things that sends electrical pulses through your muscles), or Chernobyl hot beef jerky.
Then we had lunch at a Greek restaurant in Belmont Shore, and stopped by two Open Houses before heading to get gas at the nearest Costco.
Belmont Shore is soooo cute, but overpriced & congested. I can’t imagine moving somewhere where it’s HARDER to find parking.
Do you want to go to the Home Show with us on Sunday (today)?
We have 2 extra VIP passes!
Call us!
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