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I've discovered a few people have made their way here via Google searches looking for the following:

Lonely Puss
Don't cry over spilled milk
I'm not afraid to go back to jail


Odd how people find you online, isn't it? There are more, but I thought those were interesting. At least I'm not popping up on porn searches. I mean, I'm not, right?

Right? ::tap tap tap::: Is this thing on? Hellooooo?

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  1. Hey Pamela! You've got a great blog.

    I really like it!

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  2. Thanks chaptechie, that's kind of you to say. And welcome.

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  3. That is an interesting combo??
    I found you under
    Who will ride the sacred ostrich through the flaming hoop on Equinox Day?

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  4. How weird. I'd love to know how people find my blog... or would I?

    LOL at "sacred ostrich"

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  5. No one mocks the sacred ostrich!

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  6. So am I the only one who came here via "Bawdy wench needs good seeing-to"?

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  7. Hey, you got what you were looking for, right?

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  8. OK, Pamela, you win today's award for making me laugh the most.

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  9. ::claps hands::: What did I win and when can I collect my prize??

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  10. Pammy. I was distraught when I thought I'd upset you. I'm so sorry about my Caracas joke - it was not nice. x.

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  11. Pamela, I thank you so much for dropping in on me and your your words touched my soul.

    I love the photo, don't know if it's you, but the eyes and glasses have a look of sassyness, to say the least --- and very becoming.

    Hope you have a nice day --- sending peace and blessings to you and your love ones.

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  12. "I'm not afraid to go back to jail"

    Cool!, how many people can say that?
    Congrats ;-)

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  13. Liguid Plastic ~yes, that is me in the picture. Hubby took that photo while we were on our way to a family wedding last month. And yes, I'm quite sassy and get in trouble for it a lot of the time. Thanks for stopping by here. Your blog has touched me tremendously.

    Tom, you've broken my heart so often I don't think it's mendable. I think you need to come over here and kiss it better. :grin:

    The whole 'I'm not afraid to go back to jail' thing is in a post I made about what my husband was practicing saying before our oldest had her first date. We're just here to intimidate.

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  14. actually, you found me (and boy am i ever grateful) how did you find me?

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  15. Anna, I think I simply hit the 'next blog' button and there you were.

    Funny how that happens, hmm?

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  16. Anna, I think I simply hit the 'next blog' button and there you were.

    Funny how that happens, hmm?

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