What a fantastic start to my day!
First off, I clicked on my link to Dan’s blog (not my Dan, but another Dan (although in some other dimension he is actually all mine)), and saw that he has just jumped headlong into the world of movie making. Yep…he has written, produced, directed, photographed and choreographed his very first YouTube movie, which I urge you to watch right now!
And then, when the laughter subsided, I popped over here. At first I thought I was reading just another wonderful erotic story from Alex….but get this – *wiping tears* -at the end, he proposed to Suze!
Oh my God. I just LOVE this place sometimes. I wanna squish myself up into a tiny little ball, and then squish myself some more, and then slide through the tiny slits in my laptop to cyber world. It would be so cool to live in there, don’t you think?
Ok, confession time. I’m going to make myself look a complete loon right now, but…see all my blog friends in my list? Well, in my head, you all actually have real homes in Blogville (with windows and doors and everything), and I know exactly where each and every one of you lives. Cool, huh?
For instance, if you go out of my front door and turn right, the very next bloghouse you’ll come to will be TME’s. I need to cross the road to get to Robyn’s and walk down the street to get to Cherrie’s. TME, for some reason, has a brown wooden door. Robyn’s is white with a big brass knocker. Cherrie hasn’t got a door…or if she has, it’s always open. Kristen’s door is pink, naturally, and her window is always slightly open so that when you walk past, you can hear her music playing. (When you walk past Cherrie’s, you’ll never know what you’ll hear!) Ali’s door has a gorgeous climbing rose sweeping over it. And you’ll know when you reach rn_buffoon’s place cos she’ll be sitting outside on her porch.
Some of you, sadly, haven’t got homes, and you just seem to congregate in the local pub. And poor old Steve Novak lives in a hedge at the end of my street. Ted, on the other hand, hangs out in the local lingerie shop. I could go on and on, but I think you get the idea.
Anyway…I must dash. There’s a cappuccino with my name on it waiting for me at the coffee shop, and I think I arranged to meet someone.
Though I think, perhaps, I should take my medication first.
LMAO you really are a complete loon
If I was on your list where would I be living in your cyber neighbourhood?
Congrats to Alex and Suze
Blogsville is a nice town. The houses are dirt cheap and the neighbours are really friendly.
I popped into one of my neighbours houses a few weeks ago and found them half naked in the kitchen and they didn’t bat an eyelid! Fekker never made me a coffee though!
I have a tree house at the bottom of my garden in Blogsville. It’s a great place to chill out, and I get a great view of what all my neighbours are up to.
I’m thinking of moving a few doors down, the house is the same size but it has a double garage so I can get more motorbikes in there. Oh, and it hasn’t got a hole in the kitchen ceiling where an old light fitting used to be so that’ll save me some DIY.
On another note, I’m having great difficulty finding a garden centre around here that sells COY carp for my pond! Any ideas?
So.. ummmmm… do I have that creepy house on the hill at the end of the lane?
Spot on Miss. I love my porch!
Now that I have settled in I will be having a housewarming party over at mine. Would be nice to get to know the neighbours. Bring a bottle this time Mike!
I always figured Robyn had big knockers, but thanks for confirming that!
What does your house look like in blogville? While you are at it, send me a picture of the new realestate I own, thanks sweetie!
OMG!!! I think I have stopped giggling now! I love my house in blogsville with its climbing rose. You can smell the sweet scent whenever you walk by on the way to your place, which is coincidentally right next door to mine. In our lofts we have a secret door in the adjoining wall and we use it often. Of course on your side of the loft is a gorgeous photographic studio which you so generously share.
If mike is moving to the house with the double garage I reckon he should have his house warming in there, with all the bikes! Reckon we could dig out our leather gear so we are dressed appropriately don’t you?
I might gatecrash Ellie’s housewarming too, what sort of bottle should I bring and do you think one is really sufficient??
Big brass knocker? Awesome!!!
Come on over anytime. We’ll sit on the porch swing, drink good ol’ fashion sweet tea and talk about nothing.
My door is always open sweetie
I WANT BIG BRASS KNOCKERS LIKE ROBYN!!!!!! I am going to Renovate and get a pink door too.
I love living next door to you MISS U!!!!
xo
TME
Ohmygosh (I just invented a word, cool huh)! You are so amazingly sweet to plug me on your blog. Even when you don’t plug me you’re sweet … wait a second, that didn’t sound right (or maybe it did).
I think you’re adorable for thinking we all have homes nearby. I just got off the phone with your local landscaper. He’s on his way to spray that hedge that Novak is living in.
I am good at the pub! Thanks Miss U!
Suck Me – Oh God. you’re not on my list. How awful is that? I will rectify it immediately, and then give you a knock when it’s done. (That’s if you’re not at Cherrie’s place, cos sweetie, you live right next door. x)
Mike – Aww, C’mon…would YOU have made a coffee if you were half nekkid with some…um…woman?
I’d love to sit with you in your tree-house…we could talk about ALL sorts of stuff. Like, for instance, the WetnWild BlognDig Centre. They sell coy, I’m sure of it. Well, if not, they sell a damn good breakfast.
As for the motorbikes….last I saw, you had 3 of ‘em in bits in your front room! Who needs a bloody double garage? x
Savage – Aww, baby…I don’t know where you live. Every time I wanna see you, I just go to the gym. If you’re not there, you’ll be in the tattoo parlour! x
rn_buffon – I KNOW you love your porch…and one day, me and you are gonna have a beer or 6 out there. x
Ellie – Woohoo! Partay!
Ok….What time? What do I wear?
And about Mike. I bet he brought 4 cans of Newqyay Brown last time, right?
Ok, I cant spell. That was Newquay…(as in Newcastle), ok? Oh god….I think I need to stop right now…
The best part of the blogging community is that no matter where you pack up your belongings and move to, your blogaverse remains the same and your neighbors come with you.
Have a nice weekend
I’m just getting back into the swing of things after a leave of absence, so I was delighted to be reminded to visit Alex and Suze. Especially today. That was a wonderful read.
I’m not sure how I got here, so I can’t tell you which direction my cyber house is from yours. But after my look around, I plan on doing my best to to get back here.
The one great thing about this cyber world is the public transportation. You can always find a bus route that goes right to the place you want to go.
Now I am very excited about Alex’s proposal! Can’t wait to see how Suze responds . . .
It’s not crazy to think of us all as living in a community where everyone treats everyone else well, and you can pop in and visit anyone at any time. That’s exactly what we do now, in this virtual way. And my door is always open for you and everyone else who comes here! Like you say, though, you never know what you might find me doing when you walk in . . .
knock knock…can I come out of your closet now. Everyone else seems to be outside and you have left me in your damn closet again. ha ha ha….I love blog world too very much KIDDO….hugs
If you’re in her closet, then where does that leave me?
Am I one of the flowers in the attic?
What a great post today!
I think of blogland the same.
A whole other world with some many DIFFERENT characters.
I am glad that I ran into you in blogland. You are so funny and creative and so genuine.
You know sometimes I come by unannounced, stay for a bit and not say a word. Sometimes I come by and say “hello” and off to another part of blogland.
It’s fun to visit you Miss U.
You are delight!
Newquay Brown indeed. I think you’re getting the wrong impression of me. I actually turned up with a couple of bottles of Newquay Brown AND a bag of pork scratchings for the ladies.
Anywaaaayyyyyyyy….
I’ve woken up with a rotten stinking cold this morning and I’ve lost my voice. It’s occurred to me that losing your voice isn’t a problem in Blogsville. Another great reason to move into the area.
Speakin’ – I can always count on you to lower the tone, lol. x
My house is right next to the lake (you know…the lake which splits Blogville into two), and you’ll find me sitting outside with my back against an old oak tree, pen and paper in hand.
Ali – Wouldn’t that be just great? When I was a kid, I used to dream about how cool it would be to knock a hole in my bedroom wall so I could get into my friend’s room!
We definitely should dig out the leather gear, although I’m not entirely sure my ass will still fit in my leather trousers. I may have to lie on the floor and pull the zip up with a coathanger.
I think we have the stamina for two parties, don’t you? I’ll bring a crate of wine, you can bring a crate of lager…and we’ll be well sorted. xx
Robyn – That sounds absolutely perfect. We could sit there till the sun goes down. x
TME – Don’t you like your brown door sweetie? Perhaps I didn’t describe it properly. It’s one of those big ol’ sturdy ones…like the sort you’d see on the side of a church over here. Full of history and character. But if you want pink, then pink you shall have. (I’ll meet you at midnight with a screwdriver, and we can go round and pinch Kristen’s, ok!) xx
Dan – I love your new word
As for the plug….good things should be talked about. I watched it again last night…it really makes me laugh!
Do you think the landscapers will have anything potent enough to deal with Novak? It’d be a bit like trying to put out a house fire with a water pistol.
Erika – You have a home too sweetie! It has a little black and white penguin sized door, with splodges of yellow on the handle! x
Walker – That’s very true.
Wouldn’t it be great to live anywhere in the world, and still have your friends and family on your doorstep?
Have a great weekend too
Horsn – I’m really glad you stopped by. I was over at yours earlier and was watching the bird’s nest for a bit. How sweet!
I’d love to see you back…I think from yours, you catch the bus to Kitty’s and there’ll be another one waiting for you. It stops right outside my door
Cherrie – I can’t wait to see Suze’s next entry…
I have a feeling that if I really lived in your neighbourhood, I’d be walking past your door at every available opportunity. Of course, if you’re not in, I know to look around the back by the garage! x
KT – Come on…out you get…Kitty’s looking for you. I’ve told you before, the beer’s in the fridge…which is in the kitchen!
Kitty – Your husband seems to have gotten himself lost again!
Kitty…you can certainly be a flower in the attic, but I’m not sure about your brother being up there too… x
Blessed – I often stop by at your place too(the little cottage up on the hill.)It’s so quiet up there, and I can sit in the garden, looking at the frogs, and listen to the church bells ring in the distance. x
Mike – Oh WoW. Pork scratchings? GIRLS! MIKE HAS PORK SCRATCHINGS!
I think you’d better get some reinforcements for your door, cos when word gets out….
Aww, you poor thing. Here…gargle this for a bit. x
I’m in the semi-detached brown stone painted yellow in the middle of the street. I hope it looks the same in Cyberland… Come by anytime. I’ll put the kettle on and see what delightful delectable I have in the pantry. We’ll have tea and biscuits and talk about your amazing gift for writing and storytelling. It will be lovely!
I’m adding you to my list too. It will give me something to do. Teehee j/k
Janet – I’ve had a lot of support here, as you may have seen, but having your input over the past few months has meant so much to me.
I have always looked up to you…but always thought I wouldn’t have anything of value to add to your blog. I still feel that, a lot! So, when you did what you did for me…I was so taken aback…so completely overwhelmed…that even now I find it hard to comprehend that you’d want to do that for me.
Sitting with you for an evening, talking to you, learning about you, picking your brain, soaking up the information I know you could give me… it just thrills me. I would absolutely love to have that opportunity.
Fill that pantry up woman, cos if I cross that ocean, I’ll be looking for your place, without a doubt. x
Suck Me – I am MORE than certain you could find at least one thing to do! (But thanks anyway. x)
you have a house on the lake? can i move in next door??
i moved out of the run down trailer park where life was hell last year…but i can’t seem to figure out where i’m supposed to live now….
i’d give a lot to have big knockers like robin!
You know, there’s a part of me that feels ever-so-slightly discarded, in that I didn’t actually get my own abode.
But — trust me — that is monumentally overshadowed by the realization I get to hang around the lingerie shop ’til the cows come home.
And I don’t even like cows.
April – Honey, you can move in with me whenever you want, ok? But….d’ya know what? I reckon you are gonna be absolutely fine. That trailer park is long gone now, and one day sweetie, you won’t even remember what it looks like. I promise you.
But if you EVER need to lay your head down? Just walk right in…I’ll always be here. xx
Ted – Of course you have a house babe. But when I wrote this, I was too caught up in trying to finish it, so I could get to the coffee shop in time to meet you. x
In Tedworld, at least, you are the froth in my espresso.
I live in a hedge!?! WHAT THE HELL!?!?
Steve~
I live in a hedge!?! WHAT THE HELL!?!?
Steve~
A hedge is a vast improvement up the Blogsville ladder than a gutter. It’s less draughty for a start. (I thought it was spelt drafty but answers dot com informs me it’s draughty. I’m not convinced. It sounds like something Prince Charley would say!)
My above drivel is excused by the fact I’ve been to the pub.
Have a lovely weekend all.
Please give me a home in your blogland. I don’t like being homeless. lol. I don’t require much, maybe just a nice rock to hide under now and then.
Sweetheart, come and lie down… no, I’m just phoning for a pizza, honestly. Yes, I know – you’re fine… of course you are.
PS Where’s my bloody house then?
That makes two of us! I have been on an emotional rollercoaster since he asked. Tears one minute, smiles the next.
Good Lord, Ms. U: You’re too kind. I keep thinking, I could learn a thing or two (or three or four…) from you about life and writing and taking risks and, and, and…
Well, love, the kettle is on. I’ve got a host of Pepperidge Farms biscuits around. Mint Milanos, Brussels Chocolate, Bordeauxs (how do you pluralize French words?), and somewhere I have a tin of Walker’s Shortbread. Or maybe I’ll just stir up a batch of homemade cookies. Do you have a particular favorite?
Ted – The froth, I’m heard, is the best bit…but only as long as you savour it till the end, and not slurp it in one gulp. I am MORE than sure you know that already though. x
Steve – Um…yes…you live in a hedge, BUT…it is a VERY nice hedge, with soft leaves, and a great view. There’s even room for a few plastic toys and a tissue. I’m sure you are more than happy there sweetie. x
Steve – Calm down. You really didn’t have to say it twice. x
Mike – Oh dear. You poor thing….you’ll be suffering in the morning, won’t you? Here…have a tablet, and rest your head for a bit. You’re a very lucky boy, you know, not having to live in a hedge an’all. x
Shelly – You DO have a home, but you’re always at work! It’s the very quiet house, the one which sits beneath the shadows of the day,urging us to knock on the door in the hope you’ll be in. But you never are. One day, I hope, you will be. xxx
wdky – YES I AM FINE. What? You think I’m mad? DON’T TOUCH ME. Yes, I know you love me. That doesn’t mean you can touch me, RIGHT?
And NO. I DO NOT LIKE PEPPERONI. How many bloody times do I have to TELL YOU. I don’t CARE if B likes it. Go swim in the bloody ocean.
And honey……you must have a house, cos I’m laying in bed with you. xxx
Suze – Woohooo!!!!!
email coming….email coming…
Janet – I seriously think I could get lost in your pantry…and in your words, and praise, and knowledge. It would be a mighty fine evening (or three), and one which I’d relish. I hope you know that.
Cookies are good. ANY cookies are good. But mention the word “shortbread” and I am yours. Completely.
Seriously, Janet, that stuff…that wondeful stuff…is dangerous. x
Hang on a minute…..Any dangerous stuff happening- count me in,please. x
now u have me intrigued !!!
if i was in yr list , where wud i be living ?
wud love to know that ?
Hey Jude – I think you’ll be doing quite enough dangerous stuff at the end of the week, don’t you? LoL.
PLEASE take your camera! xx
Kindabiz – oooh, I think you’d be living in a lovely cosy apartment, right above the massage parlour! x
Hi Miss U. Just calling in. I brought some biscuits with me so put the kettle on please
Shortbread – Is my ALL TIME FAVOURITE – real butter shortbread, crumbly, melt-in-the-mouth, devilishly morish, chunky, sweet, heavenly shortbread.
Ooh, got a little carried away there!!