chocolate is brown.
Here come the cupcakes,
I'm about to throw down!
She's Miss Dot if you're nasty,
she's Miss Dot if you're clean.
If you mess with her cupcakes,
I'm gonna be mean.
'Cause those things look awesome,
As awesome can be!
Just check her out now,
If you want to see:)
Thanks Miss Dot for hookin' us up with an awesome guest post for today. I wish I could say her cakes taste as good as they look, but alas, I've not had the pleasure of trying them yet. Maybe (hint-hint) I'll get one (or 12) for Christmas!
Meet, the one, the only, never duplicated, poorly imitated Missssss Doooooot...
Allow me to introduce myself.
Jill of all Trades - Master of None, Cupcaker Extraordinaire, Pinup Aficionado, Lover of Polka Dots, and
I have a horrible tendency to overcommit
(Yes, of course I can do that! There are 48 hours in a day, right?)
I dabble in everything
(Paper-mâché windshield wipers? Macramé boxer briefs? I sense stocking-stuffer potential!)
I love lolcats
I don't speak lolcat, I don't lolcat to my friends, I don't even bring lolcat into my every day relations with people, but gosh darn do I love looking at these silly cats.
I am a Star Wars nerd
Only for the original 3 (Episodes 4-6, that is). I accept the newer 3 simply as a way to complete the story.
I am an accent chameleon (i.e., I pick up on accents around me and apply them to my own speech)
("Well howdy, y'all, let's git-r-done!" [5 minutes later] "Mais oui, mon ami, I am -- how you say? -- een LOVE weeth zees cupcake!")
I love **LOVE** L-O-V-E Christmas carols (thanks, mom)
So much so that every year I put together a hand-selected two-volume CD set of my favorite Christmas carols that I then share with friends and family. In fact, this year, I've decided to share the love with my bloggy friends, too! Come check out my fast-n-easy GIVEAWAY! (just in time for Christmas!)
I am slightly paranoid, and as thus, I suffer from RobertStackitis
A horrific disease upon which the rest of this post will be based.
Yes, my friends, I suffer from RobertStackitis. As many of you may know, Robert Stack was the host and narrator for a real-life mystery show called Unsolved Mysteries. For anyone who has seen (or, more importantly, heard) this show, you know what I'm talking about when I reference Robert Stack's deep, intense voice that he used when narrating the plot lines of the cases.
Whenever I'm about to do something that has a remote possibility of danger associated with it, Robert Stack begins to narrate my every move.
It's 9:30 on Tuesday night. I'm taking out the trash.
"She thought it was a Tuesday night like any other as she began to take out the trash, but little did she know, her life was about to drastically change. She glanced at the clock in the kitchen; it read 9:30. She thought it was a bit late to head out to the dumpster in the back alley but she quickly dismissed any qualms and headed out the door. She glanced at her husband on the couch watching TV -- she never realized it would be the last time she saw his face. "
Seriously, does this happen to anyone else? OK, I **know** I'm pretty nuts, but I at least know that this chick shares in some of my feelings here.
My RobertStackitis isn't just limited to crimes, though. Oh no. Not at all. Try this one on for size:
Oooo! I'm at the beach! Splashy splashy splashy.
"She thought it would be a day at the beach like any other [ARE WE NOTICING A TREND HERE??] Despite recent shark siting warnings, she decided to swim in the ocean with her friends. She was careful not to go too deep, but ankle-deep was just deep enough for the SUPER-SHALLOW-WATER-SCARY-KILLER-SHARKOFDEATH!!"
The rest of my life is pretty normal, though, in the most normal way that my CrAzY, spontaneous self can be.
Sure I might sing Step in Time when kicking my knees up down a case of stairs,
or maybe start a conversation with a stranger on the street because I like her pretty dress
So come check me out. Say hi. Leave a comment. Or not. It's up to you. But if you don't, you'll spend the rest of your life wondering if I could have been The One. And that, my friends, would just be an Unsolved Mystery...
Go check her out here, or here and tell her Dumb Mom sent ya'. She'll like that.
And, if you wanna make sure to be one of Dumb Mom's ifriends in the future be sure to send me an email otherwise I may never know how awesomely awesome you really are:)!