Hehe, today I’m doing a blog post I’ve actually wanted to do for a long time. If you’re a blogger, you might experience a very annoying something. I actually don’t find it extremely annoying, mostly funny. And what is that, my friend?
Ah, it ’tis the notorious spam comments.
DUDE. These spammers know how to write books, and you have to go through a sixteen paragraph comment just to hit the delete button. *wipes sweat off of brow* The only problem with their books is the fact they don’t understand how to use grammar or punctuation. It really disturbs me as I read it. *sighs*
Anyway, today I decided to respond to a few spam comments, since they are kinda funny, and I wanted to write my funny answers to the spammers. Here we go!
Do you have any kind of ideas for composing posts? That’s where I always battle and I simply end up gazing empty screen for very long time.
Well, that wasn’t very funny, but I’ll answer it. I sometimes have the same problem. Other times I have the problem where I have five finished posts waiting to be published and I can’t choose which one to post.
My biggest advice is to take advantage of any small spark of inspiration, and write it down. Otherwise…You’ll be staring at an empty screen. Also, your posts will be different from mine, and mine will be different from the next person.
It’s all about bringing something different to the table, and making people laugh or think while you’re doing that. 😉
Lashell Najarro says…
I really like your writing style, excellent info , thanks for posting : D.
Well, thank you, for commenting that. (I laugh so hard at these kind of comments. Before I changed my blog design, I got SO many spam comments complimenting my blog design, that it got really old. 😂 Maybe that’s why I stopped using that design.)
I tend to like my writing style as well. Now, I don’t often have any information, just a bunch of funny nonsense, so I don’t know where that came from, but you’re very welcome. I enjoy posting. (Also, if you deleted that space in between the : and the D, you would get 😀 )
Seymour says… (Also asking on Taste Your Tongue.)
Do you have any kind of suggestions for creating posts? That’s where I always battle as well as I simply finish up gazing vacant display for long period of time.
Well, you and Vida should get together and chat, Seymour! You seem to have a lot in common. I just come up with them, and grab ’em when they come.
scr88 Company (Who is my biggest annoyance) says…
Who knows you have made this good difficulty?
Exactly my thoughts, scr88! WHO KNOWS? And what difficulty has to do with anything, I’m afraid to say that I’m extremely confused.
Live 22858 says,
Do you sometimes feel exhausted even though you got enough sleep? So I’ll finish up using sentence that is none too cool.
Um, yeah, doesn’t everyone? But usually I’m exhausted because I had eight days before that where I didn’t get enough sleep. 😂 And yes, that sentence is none too cool. Sorry. 😦
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Hiya to you, too! I don’t agree with you on nowadays bloggers, but maybe that’s because I don’t follow those kind of blogs. You should look over at my blog button page, and you’ll find some more wholesome and uplifting blogs like my on.
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And welcome to another pros and cons post! If you checked out the other post here, you’ll know I have a plan to make this a series. Anyway, today is the pros and cons of…Being tall! Yep! I thought about doing one about being short, but I’ve never experienced that, so I just decided to go with this one.
As an intro, I am roughly six foot with boots on, so I am tall for an American gal. I usually like to add a ten gallon hat though, just to make me look taller. 😉 Anyway, on with this post!
You get told the same thing ALOT!
“Wow, you’re tall!”
“Oh, you actually are tall!”
“You’re a giant!”
Okay, this is actually one of my pet peeves, but I’m getting over it. It’s not like people say to short folks, “Oh, wow! You’re short!” And why does height have to correspond with age? I don’t know, maybe that’s just my experience. Let me advise you and do a favor for all other tall people. We know we’re tall. You don’t have to tell us. We’re told that more than enough. This is a real con, though. 😕
You don’t have to climb on stools or counters.
I can reach a lot of things. My mom and random people at the grocery store get me to reach for them. I often forget how smaller people reach things. The other day I saw a friend climb up on the counter to reach the cups and I was like, uh, what are you doing on the counter?
Her answer? Not everyone is tall or blessed with long arms. I guess I’m super blessed. 😉
You have big feet.
Yes, this is a con. The bigger your feet, the harder it is for you to warm them! They’re all the way down there…And all the way out there. Anyway, also for me as a girl, it’s hard to find shoes that fit. I have narrow, long feet. Yep, I wear guys shoes. My running shoes are a men’s 12. No, I’m not kidding. Someone actually passed them on for my brother, and I said, “Sorry, they’re mine.” I think the poor person was thunderstruck I could actually fit them. My boots are all men’s 11. Welcome to the world of big feet! You’ll never wear heels either. Who wants to be six foot two? Also for this con, you’re called Bigfoot all the time. My mom affectionately refers to my feet as boats. 😂
I don’t know how many times I’ve been stopped at conferences and stuff to be told, “Wow! You’re tall!” Or “I like your hair.” Or “Nice boots.” I’m like a whole head taller than most ladies or more, so I guess I’m pretty noticeable. Anyway, it’s a huge benefit. Also, you always read books about tall people being imposing and leaders. I hate being the leader, but the idea of being imposing sounds nice.
You’re told/asked some strange things.
“How’s the oxygen up there?”
Yep, that’s really been asked me before. Recently I was told that I couldn’t be a pediatrician because I was too tall. I guess I would scare away the kids?? Anyway, this is a pretty weird con, but a con none the less. I honestly don’t want to be a runway model, or a basketball player, and no, I don’t think volley ball would be up my alley. Olympic swimming? Not exactly what I plan for my life. Can’t I just write or act? I’m too tall for acting? Okay, well, it seems my dream has just bit the dust. 😂 Yes, I actually do like being taller than your brother. No, I have no clue how I’ll find a husband. I’m not sure if being successful really has to do with height, but if it does, I seem to be on my way to success.
Maybe y’all get the idea? It’s been going like this for my whole life. And just because I’m taller than you doesn’t mean I’m older than you.
People are wary around you.
Okay, I’m not sure if this is a pro or a con, but it is what it is. I’m usually left out of the cliques and stuff because the saying, “Birds of a feather flock together,” is true. Guess who I talk to the most? Guys around six feet tall. 😂 I just follow my brother around and talk with the guys he talks to. I’ve learned a lot about shotguns, politics, and other stuff that way. But shorter people usually don’t look me in the eye (Must be uncomfortable to look up) unless I’m sitting down. I must be scary. 🤔
Do y’all think I’m scary?
Clothes being too short…
Yes, this is so real. I ordered this dress, and it was to the person’s shins in the picture, but on me it goes right about the knee. It’s true. Finding jeans, PJ pants, or leggings that don’t show my ankles is really hard. Here’s a tip I use. I just look and see which pair of pants are dragging on the ground when they’re on the racks.
Dresses are the hardest, though. It’s kinda sad, because I like dresses, but it is what it is.
Always being able to see over people’s heads.
At plays, in lines, and just standing there in a crowd…You can see a lot that a smaller person wouldn’t see. I never have the problem my friends complain about when they say they can’t see over this person’s head. But then I feel sorry because I’m the one causing that problem to someone else. Doesn’t that make you feel bad? I mean, just put yourself in my shoes. (Haha, they’d probably be too big for you). I usually try to remind myself that it isn’t my fault…
Hugging short friends.
Guys, this is awkward. Most of my friends are 5’2″ give or take a few inches. When I go to hug them, I have to conveniently drop a few inches. It’s just really awkward for me. That’s why I go by a no hugging rule…Unless you’re my BFF. I’m always like, please let’s just get the first few minutes of meeting old friends and hugging them over. Also for this con, I’ll throw in slouching. I know a few other tall girls who slouch, and it is SO easy to do. I’m not kidding. I sometimes find myself doing it when I’m with a group of people that aren’t over 5′. It’s hard being a foot taller than most people.
I’ve run out of pros…So I’m going with a con for pro number five. Well, if you enjoy pain, this might be a pro. (But who enjoys pain?). I’ve had growing pains for as long as I can remember. I can see a lot of sleepless nights in the past. Here’s a tip for all of you who hate popping pills and think they’re tough enough to live out the pain. You’ll be a lot less tired the next day if you just take some ibuprofen.
And that about sums up being tall! Comment below what you want the next pro and con post to be. Also comment if you’re tall, or if you want to be tall after reading these comments. Have a wonderful weekend.
Hello! It’s Amie at ten o’clock at night with my little sister, Rose (She’ll talk in italics). Right at the moment we’re hyped up with some REALLY black coffee (thanks to me, of course. I’d probably put the army to shame.) and I had the bazar idea to write a blog post instead of writing my book. Rose is giving me her time instead of reading, so please clap for Rose.
Okay, we need to answer some of the weirdest questions online. Let’s look up weird questions. Okay, Rose, do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
Yeah, as long as it has nothing to do with boys.
Don’t worry, I’m not into boys. They can stay outside at ten o’clock at night.
Okay, I’m fine with that.
All right, time to look up these questions.
What is the funniest name you have actually heard used in the real world?
Ah, that’s so just lame.
Wha? Did you just call me lame? YOU JUST CALLED ME LAME? Are you serious? I can’t believe that! You’re so nice. If you call me lame one more time, I’m leaving this post.
I didn’t call you lame, I called the name lame.
What do you mean? The name’s not lame, it’s strange. Who would humiliate their child like that?
I think the funnest name I’ve heard in real life is…Tootie. It’s just a little strange.
No, no no! You should do Matthew’s name.
But that’s not a real person named that.
Oh, well, too bad. Flowing Sewer is a lot funnier.
Okay, next question.
If your five-year-old self suddenly found themselves inhabiting your current body, what would your five-year-old self do first?
What do you mean? I’m not understanding. Oh my goodness. I don’t know! Give me a minute.
Would you like me to answer?
You answer first, and I’ll think about it.
Okay, I would be very disappointed with myself at the moment because I haven’t been partying, and I don’t have a boyfriend. For some unknown reason, I thought my age at the present to be really old, and I wanted to have a devoted boyfriend by the time I was this old. But, I do not want a boyfriend, and I’m not even old enough for one. So our ideas change, and our ideals.
Oh my goodness, Amie! Are you serious? I didn’t think you were that bad. You wanted to party with boys and get in trouble? I am ashamed of my older sister.
Hey, you haven’t told your story yet, and mine’s not that bad. I need more coffee.
I have no idea. I seriously don’t know. I never thought of that before. I can’t think. Maybe just go roll down a hill?
That’s not even a confession like mine.
Oh, you didn’t say a confession! You didn’t say I had to tell a confession.
Apparently I’m the worse out of us two. Okay, next question.
What is something that everyone looks stupid doing?
Looks stupid doing? *thinks* I can’t say anything that will offend people.
Don’t worry, I say all that already on this blog.
Mm! Stupid looking? So…Stupid looking…Probably wearing their PJs in Walmart. They look so stupid, and who would be stupid enough to do that? They’re just wearing tank tops, PJs, and slippers. That would hurt my feet. I know that’s not funny, at least not as funny as yours is going to be, but they do look stupid.
Okay, um…I’m embarrassed to say what I’m thinking…
Okay, I’ve only seen people do this a few times, and it’s not something I would do. But–I can’t say this.
You got to! At least say something else.
Okay, fine. It’s not my fault.
Don’t get offended people who read this. This is a ten o’clock thing we’re doing, and people say weird things at night.
Okay, so it’s weird and stupid looking when–*laughs*–Um, when teenage girls put their hands on their hips and do a little dance. And sometimes they have their friends help them…Does that make sense?
Um hmm. I can see it. You’re right. That’s really stupid. If you’re a Christian girl, you shouldn’t be doing that…Or even if you’re not a Christian, its just not right. It’s so immodest.
All right, next question!
What is something that is really popular now, but in 5 years everyone will look back on and be embarrassed by?
I’m not sure! But either tattoos or um, wearing bikinis.
Wow, Rose, you didn’t give any slack. Okay, mine are going to be more generic. Either the eyebrow trends on Instagram, or the droopy lip make-up art. And, if we’re saying for the guys, it’ll be the pants that go down to their knees.
No, down to the ground
Usually it’s not that low. But at least it’s going out of style.
Remember what I told you I saw on Pinterest? How in 2090 guys will be dragging their pants behind them in a wheelbarrow.
NOOO! You didn’t tell me that! Let’s see if we can find it on Pinterest.
Apparently the fateful day is even sooner than we thought. But! We were successful in finding!
Okay, next question.
If animals could talk, which would be the rudest?
Gasp! Rose! We actually AGREE! Hold, everyone pause and notice the extreme rarity of this moment. My younger sister and I actually both think the rudest animal would be CATS!! It’s a miraculous moment!
I love kitty-cats and all…But, just the way they act. *Shakes head*
Hmm, we don’t have much debating on this question, since we both agree it would be cats. Comment below if you dare disagree with us two sisters. IF YOU DO….Dun dun dun!
What are some things that are okay to do occasionally but definitely not okay to do every day?
Hmm, ah, this is a hard one! This is really hard! Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm….Uh, Amie, you go first!
Not drinking coffee everyday.
Yeah, but I don’t drink coffee everyday.
Thou art not human.
Ah, c’mon, some people hate coffee. Isn’t that better than hating coffee?
Those that hate coffee are from planet mars. Sorry.
Ah, that might offend someone.
What can I say? I am not politically correct.
This is ten o’clock news, and that’s why Amie’s not in her right mind. Ignore her. What’s the question again?
Um, I’d say eating out, dancing, partying, having a grand ole’ time, and dancing in the rain.
Hey! Having a grand ole’ time you can have everyday, but all the rest are good, so I’ll go with them.
Such are the pains of being the older sister. The younger sister always follows.
Oh, c’mon. That’s not true! Calling all younger sisters! you don’t always follow your older sister, do you?
Okay, before they can answer, let’s move to the next question.
What is the weirdest thing you have seen in someone else’s home?
Oh, that thing at Aunt Bertha’s house! It was kinda like a bust without a head, but it was VERY immodest, and it was supposed to be a guy. It was so terrible, I won’t say anymore.
Okay, besides what Rose has said, I always find it weird when people have fake ivy in their house, and baskets everywhere. I just don’t see the use. I would have musical instruments everywhere, and lots of comfy chairs.
And coffee stuff?
And coffee stuff. I’d probably have twenty million dirty coffee cups lying around.
Don’t exaggerate so much.
Okay, I stand corrected. Maybe just one million.
*Chuckles in delight*
I can understand a hundred. That would take up a whole cupboard, but you are that messy.
I am not messy. Just a little unorganized. *cough*
You’re not the only one. Look at my desk. I clean it up and it just clutters itself up.
Yeah, maybe we should move to the next question before we start talking about our bedroom.
Oh yeah. Let’s move on. I’ll be glad to avoid the bedroom.
Who do you know that really reminds you of a character in a TV show or movie?
Oh oh oh! That Reed dude (you know who) who looks just like…Oh, what’s the actors name? William…William…What’s his last name? Mosley!
Oh! He was different.
But didn’t he look like the actor?
Yeah, sorta. I still think William Mosley looks a lot nicer.
Ooh, I hope he’s not reading this blog post. Ouch.
Oh, me too. Don’t tell him about this blog post.
I promise not to tell our mutual friend. Okay, anyone else?
Let me think…
I’m thinking too. Uh…
I don’t know. If you would call Mr. Ed an actor, he looks a lot like Cody.
Let’s see if I have a picture of Cody, and we’ll ask our dear followers their opinion.
Um, Cody’s missing the blaze, though
I just noticed that.
Anyone else? Like, they don’t have to look like them, just act or sound like them. I can’t think of anyone.
I can’t either.
You want more questions?
Sure, if this post isn’t getting too long.
No danger of that. 😉
What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever worn?
You go first.
Okay, so we used to pretend we weren’t good girls, and so we’d dress up in naughty outfits. I think the most embarrassing one was when I put on a dress three times too small for me length wise, but I was always so skinny, that it fit like it should at the top. But it was so incredibly short, that it isn’t even funny. But something I’ve worn in public would probably be a dress that we got from the thrift store. It was from the 60s, I think. Anyway, I might have a picture of me in it, but I’m not publishing it. I stopped wearing it once my brother told me I resembled a banana slug in it. I’ve been told many things by my brother. Once he kindly (not) told me to consult the color wheel if I ever wanted to look good in clothes. I’m obviously not good at fashion.
I don’t know. I’m not sure how things look on me. Maybe a short dress I’d wear with fake high-heels and earrings. It was pretty bad looking, but I thought it was really cute.
Remember how we used to pretend we were homeless–
Remember the time when mommy wasn’t home and we got into the box of shorts and skirts we weren’t supposed to be in?
Well, it really was a bucket with sewing projects. We bought short skirts and shorts to turn into skirts with longer bottoms. Anyway, they were really short and we would play bad things with them.
They weren’t bad things, we just pretended we went to college.
We made a video, but we deleted it because we didn’t want mommy to find out we had put those things on.
Ahh, now we finally confess.
It was pretty embarrassing now that I think about it.
Okay, next question?
If you were arrested with no explanation, what would your friends and family assume you had done?
Uh, I don’t know, what do you think? You’re the one that would assume what I had done.
Uh, I’d probably think it was a mistake, just because you’re so good. I’d be the one to go to jail, not you.
Seriously? I can’t believe you. You’re not that bad…But when you were little you were.
Man, thanks a lot, Rose.
She didn’t want me to become a Christian, so there.
That was only because I didn’t understand that Jesus could be a Savior to all people. I wanted Him to be only mine.
How selfish! but you were only like, seven?
Nope, I was six.
Oh, okay. I was close!
Yeah, but back to the question. Do you want me to answer first?
All my family and friends would think I accidentally murdered someone. Because I’m not careful with sharp objects, and I love playing with movie prop knifes and swords. And movie props are still sharp. Usually I’m not entrusted with sharp objects.
She flings them about and pretends to kill imaginary foes!
Yep. That’s the truth. The hard, cold, steely, I’m going be put in jail for murder, truth.
Don’t be silly. For some reason I think people would think I went to jail for a party.
Nope, I’d think you went to jail for driving drunk.
OH MY! I can’t believe you!
I was just joking!
I’M NOT THAT BAD! I don’t ever want to drink! HELP ME!
I’m not killing you.
So, next question.
Okay, two more questions and then I think my followers will have enough of us.
Amie, it’s almost eleven o’clock.
Exactly. Anyway, next question.
What would the world be like if it was filled with male and female copies of you?
That’s terrifying. I think I would try to get out of the world as fast as I could.
Well, what would it be like?
Uh, I said terrifying. Now, what’s a long word that’s pretty much terrifying? It would probably be me running around screaming, “get away from me!” I’d bolt the door, and windows, and chimney. It would be terrifying, especially if they were all males.
Okay, Rose, that’s different. Well, I think the world would be a hot place.
What do you mean hot?
Well, both in looks and in temperature.
I’m dying from laughter. I can’t stop. It’s not even that funny of a joke. Oh, my, my sides ache. But, seriously, I think it would be full of arguments, because I’m one that will argue to my last breath for what I think is right, or wrong, and so there would be a lot of murder, and war, and the world would be terrible.
That’s terrible! But they’d all be thinking the same thing.
No, they’re like me, but they aren’t me. They have similar processing. I think the male copies would be in fist fights every day, because I literally sadly actually fight. Like, physical fights, whether I’m asleep or awake. But the female copies would disdain everyone else. And everyone is cocky.
People, Amie seriously fights herself in her sleep. She wakes up with scratches and stuff she didn’t have before. She used to fall out of the bed all the time before we got a bunk bed.
Don’t tell embarrassing stories.
Well, this is supposed to be an embarrassing post. She was a terrible sleep walker too. She almost fell down the stairs tons of times.
Yeah, let’s move to the next question.
Wait, it’s going to be the last question. *Tears up*
Yep, sorry to break the news, guys, if you’re been enjoying this post.
I don’t know if I can bring myself to do it.
C’mon, don’t be emotional. Get to the next question. I’m the emotional one.
Tell me about it. Next question!
If you were held at gun point and told that if you didn’t impress them with your dance moves you would be killed, what dance moves would you bust out?
Oh my! This is serious! Amie, go first. This is crazy.
Okay, so I’m huge for coming up with the craziest dances.
Tell me about it.
So, I have this really weird rap almost dance that I do for my family. It starts real slow, and I do the music to it, and then it goes really fast and kinda turns into a dance like the Peanuts do. It’s on the strange side. It ends with a Dab (dance move). It’s pretty crazy, and I’d probably be shot, but I’d be kinda glad to die.
Okay, Amie, that sounds weird.
I’m getting into my philosophical mood. It’s the fifth mood after coffee.
Okay, I need to tell them my dance. If I knew how to do backflips, handstands, summersaults, and…What’s that thing called, Amie?
UMMMM, I know what you’re talking about.
But they might not know. Cartwheel! If I knew how to do all that, I could do a really cool dance.
You know, I might just do the worm.
Oh, Amie! That would be hilarious! I might do that at the end of mine.
And we would probably be shot.
Well, that’s the end, folks.
If you would like to have another one like this, please leave a comment below. We really want to do anther one.
Goodbye! Farewell! Auf Weidersehen, adieu! To you, and you, and you!
She’s had too much coffee. She’s singing her favorite song again….
It’s another Saturday! How’s everyone’s weekend so far? Relaxing? Today’s prompt is…
Write about what you see as one of your best qualities.
Hehe…conceited, I know, but here we go!
A small thought crept into her mind…in the shape of a laugh. What shape is a laugh you ask? Warm, fluffy, and rainbows colored; laughs came in lots of shapes. Sometimes they have more silver to them…sometimes more gold.
Ava’s mind was of two different shades…yellow and bubbly her agreeable side appeared–the side she called Ava. The other shade was a rich dark purple–the side she called Ava-Marie. The purple side was full of drama, anger, and something close to teenage rebellion. The yellow was full of laughter, smiles, and compliments.
Only one thing over lapped both sides. That one thing was called humor. It was the small thought that came whether she was using her Ava Marie side, or her Ava side. Either way, Ava could make most people laugh with her humor. She was good at breaking up seriousness with levity, and making someone laugh through their tears.
Ava brushed the hair behind her ear and grinned. She was facing her younger sister.
“Please no,” her younger sister’s eyebrows rose.
“Fine,” Ava’s brow wrinkled in concentration.
“Did I tell you about yesterday?” Lucy asked. Ava shook her head. “Well, can you believe it? Katy stole my hamburger while I went to get soda.”
“Really?” Ava asked, her ears pricked.
“Yeah, and when I asked for it back she said I hadn’t even noticed at first. Of course I had,” Lucy rolled her eyes.
“Noticed that she asked?” Ava giggled.
“No, noticed that it was gone.”
“But it obviously wasn’t gone because Katy had it. You must have been deceived.”
“I don’t find you funny,” Lucy frowned.
“You don’t have to,” Ava laughed at herself. Ava moved on, walking into the kitchen. She picked up a hot cookie and yelped as it burned her.
“Are you all right?” her younger brother asked.
“That hurt a good deal,” Ava replied, her brow drawn together as her tone turned to a deep Scottish brogue.
“What ever,” her brother rolled his eyes.
Later, when her older brother was reading a farm book to their younger sister, Ava heard him go “Cah-caw!”
Assuming a Southern drawl, she said, “And I thought Dan was bad.” That brought a round of laughter from all her siblings.
Yep! I find my humor to be one of my best qualities. I enjoy it (thought I think I’m the only one that does). Sometimes, though, it gets outta hand. Anyone else been accused of levity?
What is one of you better qualities? What would you describe humor as? Are you bubbly or dramatic? Are you enjoying your weekend?