tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48873355267239679722024-03-18T11:38:43.371-07:00Life by Chocolate: Robyn Alana Engel's BlogWelcome, My Sillies! Together we'll uncover morsels of sweetness in the light and dark. You'll crave chocolate. I'm a naughty influence. {Note: I avoid Hershey's but partake in regular fixes of fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy a ravenous sampling, and may you fast become addicted. Cheers to all things sweet. That, Dear Sillies, includes you. Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.comBlogger1279125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-16070196241025195442024-03-15T23:35:00.000-07:002024-03-15T23:39:17.009-07:00Saint PatErotica, Irish Stew<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Dear Sillies,<br /></i><i>May we all get lucky in one or many different ways this weekend and week and forever after. <br /></i><i>I love you.<br /></i><i>Happy Saint Patty's!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvC2wBcIDSh0AGnqCnfmje8vnTdxqQgFt6Z3da7l1vnhkZFfE2HmwTGsarnVZg6luokKNWCmapNGQfNnrwGDO2klET_WjlYATWnx9wIK7P94arhJOey6nSBa4rMcqTZy2tmvJub_3-MoGbh_Zg-RMc__YfHvSdh-vxEfIYywM9EEScQ0fiSFi523xU/s898/StPats3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="712" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvC2wBcIDSh0AGnqCnfmje8vnTdxqQgFt6Z3da7l1vnhkZFfE2HmwTGsarnVZg6luokKNWCmapNGQfNnrwGDO2klET_WjlYATWnx9wIK7P94arhJOey6nSBa4rMcqTZy2tmvJub_3-MoGbh_Zg-RMc__YfHvSdh-vxEfIYywM9EEScQ0fiSFi523xU/w443-h558/StPats3.jpg" width="443" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-32029377179131973762024-03-09T23:45:00.000-08:002024-03-09T23:45:18.560-08:00What a Feeling, 1 Million Views Thanks to You! <iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/gcYZRCgfWTs?si=EXu7vBrZNjs6GYGD" frameborder="0"></iframe>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-14564457257064122682024-03-02T16:54:00.000-08:002024-03-03T22:31:07.472-08:00Hold On For One More Day! March is Here<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My Dearest Sillies,<br /> I hope that you're as glad as I am that Spring shall soon spring forth. <br /> As I tiptoe quickly to <u>ONE MILLION</u> views - gasp!- another huge milestone is here. March 5 marks <b>15 years</b> since I birthed <i>Life by Chocolate</i>. What a fantastical ride it's been!<br /> In those early days, I used to create posts by weaving personal narrative with song lyrics. We're giving this strategy another go now. <br /> The song, <i>Hold On</i> by Wilson Phillips, has lifted my spirits at dark moments over these past few weeks. May it offer you the same. <br /> Please enjoy and hold on, with love for yourself and chocolate on the side.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://www.bing.com/search?q=hold+on+wilson+phillips&PC=K433&FORM=K433DF">*HOLD ON*</a></b></span></div><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">I know this pain</b></p><p><span style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px;"><b><i>Confusion, rage, despair. Another damn breakup.</i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Why do you lock yourself up in these chains? </b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Our laughter and playfulness kept me in bliss. </i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">No one can change your life except for you</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>We'd grow old and crotchety together. </i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Don't ever let anyone step all over you</b></p><p><b><i style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Somehow my love's sudden rudeness didn't cause pause.</span></i></b></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Is it really fair to feel this way inside?</b></p><p><b><i style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">He'd checked out. He gave up on me, on us. </span></i></b></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Someday, somebody's gonna make you wanna</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Me? Not at all. Six months later now, I still feel love for him.</i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Turn around and say "goodbye"</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>I had no say.</i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Until then, baby, are you gonna let them</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>"You're a coward," I said, for making me do the breaking-up that he wanted for reasons that he refused to express.</i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Hold you down and make you cry?</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>At sunrise the next morning, I returned his spare house key and clumpy flattened air mattress. Done. </i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Don't you know?</b></p><p><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">But weeks later, I came upon his Scrabble game board. Damn. One more thing to return.</span></i></b></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Don't you know things can change?</b></p><p><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We played over 100 Scrabble games in those nearly 2.5 years together. </span></i></b></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Things'll go your way</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>I won nearly every round. Still, I celebrated his winnings more than mine. "Yippee! My baby won!" I jumped and shouted, engaging in silly improvisational dance maneuvers after drowning him in hugs and kisses. </i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Can you hold on for one more day?</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The message "You win" struck when I carried his game to my car.</i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Hold on for one more day</b></p><p><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I left it on his front porch, then drove to work. Done now. It's over.</span></i></b></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">You could sustain...</b></p><p><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'll be okay. </span></i></b></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Things'll go your way</b></p><p><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Pain will come and go, while it generally softens over time.</span></i></b></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">If you hold on for one more day</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>I miss him sometimes, like now.</i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">If you hold on</b></p><p><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #800180;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Worlds upon worlds have opened to confer gold glittery magic. Were I still in his/our world, I'd not have entered any of the others. </i></b></span></span></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Can you hold on?</b></p><p><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'm sure of it. I win. </span></i></b></p><p><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.125rem;">Hold on, baby.</b></p><p><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'm a winner.</span></i></b></p><div class="SectionScrollSentinel__Container-eoe1bv-0 icvVds" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="PageGriddesktop-a6v82w-0 SongPageGriddesktop-sc-1px5b71-0 jecoie SongComments__Grid-sc-131p4fy-0 bIlJhm" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; display: grid; gap: 0.75rem; grid-template-columns: [page-start] 1fr [grid-start header-left-start] 6rem [left-start] repeat(2, 6rem) [header-left-end header-right-start] repeat(4, 6rem) [left-end right-start] repeat(4, 6rem) [right-end] 6rem [grid-end header-right-end] 1fr [page-end]; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 1.313rem;"><div class="SongComments__Container-sc-131p4fy-1 lgbAKX" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; grid-column: left-start / left-end; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding: calc(2.625rem) 0px 0px;"><div class="ob-smartfeed-wrapper feedIdx-0" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="OUTBRAIN" data-browser="chrome" data-dynload="" data-idx="0" data-ob-mark="true" data-os="win32" data-src="https://genius.com/Wilson-phillips-hold-on-lyrics" data-widget-id="AR_1" id="outbrain_widget_0" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="ob-widget ob-feed-layout AR_1" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; clear: both; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; padding: 0px 3px; width: auto;"><div class="ob-cards" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="OUTBRAIN" data-browser="chrome" data-card-idx="3" data-dynload="" data-feed-father-idx="0" data-idx="1003" data-ob-mark="true" data-os="win32" data-src="https://genius.com/Wilson-phillips-hold-on-lyrics" data-widget-id="FMS_CP_1" id="outbrain_widget_1003" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="ob-widget ob-grid-layout FMS_CP_1 ob-feed-idx-0-11741-81570" data-dynamic-truncate="true" style="box-sizing: content-box;"><div class="ob-widget-items-container" style="box-sizing: content-box; clear: both; display: grid; gap: 15px; grid-template-columns: repeat(2, minmax(min-content, 1fr)); grid-template-rows: repeat(1, auto); margin: 0px;"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-720170517118125732024-02-14T10:18:00.000-08:002024-02-14T10:18:50.264-08:00Mike's a Winner! Valentine's Erotica<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/h5_Tqus82C8?si=i-tZJFE6X7VfVGKZ" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dear Sillies,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Congratulations to <a href="http://Mikenet707.blogspot.com">Mike</a> for his winning haiku at Life by Chocolate's Annual VDay Hate Fest! WOOHOO! See last post for his clever entry. I'll be in touch with you, <i>horny old goat</i>* (credit to DebraSheWhoSeeks for this term). You'll soon receive a sweet, sweet package in the mail. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Joanne's a winner too! She always is. Plus she followed the rules for haiku. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>It wasn't an easy vote. For some reason, though, it seemed my male bloggies were fast to give a nod to Mike's mathematical entry. Go figure. </b></span></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Now, my sweets, let's focus on the love that truly sustains us...love for each other, love that leaps out from our chosen or biological families, love for our wonderful selves, love for kindness and beauty and nature and humor and chocolate that's fair trade not Hershey's waxy yucky stuff that enslaves children to make a fast billion.</span></b></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Back on point, you are very much loved.</b></span></p></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-55833117771069432972024-02-12T14:17:00.000-08:002024-02-12T14:22:26.199-08:00Valentine's Day Hate Contest Ballot<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Hi, My Dear Sillies,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">VOTE, VOTE, VOTE!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Not unlike our national ballot's looking, the choices are limited. What happened, my friends? You got shy. I know that many of you, including HRH, had won in the past. That should not be a reason for opting out, though. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I know, haikus aren't easy. Thought we'd try something different. (Note that one of the following does follow the rules for a "proper" haiku. Yet we know I'm not always proper.) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">You have <b><u>two good choices</u></b>. <i>I might need help understanding Mike's use of numbers. Math isn't my specialty. Wink.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Please VOTE, VOTE, VOTE but only once. Celebrate all the love that abounds. ALL of it, not that sticky sweet sappy money-making Hallmark fantasy stuff. The real love that keeps us afloat and starts inside. Woohoo!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">On that note, I love you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Vote please. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/00017192454403363349">Mike</a></span></b></p><p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #f4cccc; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 107%;">Haiku :</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #f4cccc; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 107%;">Slurped some bad oysters</span></b></div><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 107%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #f4cccc; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 107%;">Conjured past V dates with you</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #f4cccc; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 107%;">Washed down with champagne</span></b></div><o:p></o:p></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Special thanks for my friends, Mike and Joanne, for entering!</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Eat good chocolate any and/or every day. Just don't purchase the cheap stuff, not ever, especially not on Valentine's Day.</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></p><br /><p></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-80230641412490441452024-01-31T22:54:00.000-08:002024-01-31T23:02:12.026-08:00Valentine's Erotica, VDay Hate Contest<p><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Silliest of the Sweet Sillies,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Happy February! We </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">like to celebrate the month with a contest. You're challenged to create an offering that bashes the commercialized, yucky, sticky, sappy, misguided fantasy "romantic love is all you need" and blah, blah, yada yada Valentine's lovers' nausea. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">This year, your challenge is to submit a <b>Haiku: Three lines that consist of 5 syllables in line one, 7 syllables in line two, and 5 syllables in line three.</b> You'll vote on the winner, and that lucky person shall receive a very sweet package in the mail. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Simply leave your haiku in the comments section. Please, only one entry per person, and admissions will be accepted through Sunday 2/11 at midnight, PST. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTyL9cYi187td11lOlcNP5rc0frzTSX_sS32H1WCTVq6nTmmyPk47uzydYsI7b0bOqfRNuAgvSC0Ck2Z0_3KKc4ZiI2H-ttX5GPWf7zp1URAkiq0eQqTrKJ0WCK6i5uskKcTDgOYbeDfEkQ05rqsR07Z4wtpe3vi6Ag3c7QSzcSJe7Ne_bgR9tw9j/s1441/VDay2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1441" data-original-width="1080" height="573" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTyL9cYi187td11lOlcNP5rc0frzTSX_sS32H1WCTVq6nTmmyPk47uzydYsI7b0bOqfRNuAgvSC0Ck2Z0_3KKc4ZiI2H-ttX5GPWf7zp1URAkiq0eQqTrKJ0WCK6i5uskKcTDgOYbeDfEkQ05rqsR07Z4wtpe3vi6Ag3c7QSzcSJe7Ne_bgR9tw9j/w474-h573/VDay2.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Also, I'm so, so close to becoming a millionaire! Less than 10,000 page views to go. Woohoo! </span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;">It's unbelievable and will merit hearty celebrations. </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">I look forward to seeing your entries. </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Another note</u>: I loved Wonka and may even see it again. Timothee Chalamet brought to the screen a remarkably charming portrayal of young Wonka. Highly recommend. </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Love you, my Sweet Sillies. </span></i></p><p><br /></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-65718626450129919972024-01-08T11:17:00.000-08:002024-01-08T12:42:41.865-08:00Ode to the Big D<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Dear Sillies,<br /></i><i>I'll let this Ode speak for itself.<br /></i><i>Honestly, though, please let me know if you miss the big D too. I need to not feel so alone in this.<br /></i><i>Love you.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7D-4kI8DV5RwVLQGUKTHFlZeRMnDSKE8zh5xD8gNYZkiz8Xhh0VbH1tWu3dLWR5X3DxdcnMWhPP1kCSRVxIx5Z6gdJ6lYe9XK1ld-JJi0Y85kMygt0U0VGkghfwEvaL4-4vBlVSKcNV47ElCgG9l6ZQEA3uuL-8z_O_bSryF9B5uTPmdYHTCurNxD/s1351/TheBigD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1351" data-original-width="1051" height="615" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7D-4kI8DV5RwVLQGUKTHFlZeRMnDSKE8zh5xD8gNYZkiz8Xhh0VbH1tWu3dLWR5X3DxdcnMWhPP1kCSRVxIx5Z6gdJ6lYe9XK1ld-JJi0Y85kMygt0U0VGkghfwEvaL4-4vBlVSKcNV47ElCgG9l6ZQEA3uuL-8z_O_bSryF9B5uTPmdYHTCurNxD/w478-h615/TheBigD.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-44946672133111497392024-01-01T13:17:00.000-08:002024-01-01T13:17:44.469-08:00Happy New Year, 2024! Horsing Around<p><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Silly Lovies,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">HAPPY NEW YEAR! May your joys far outweigh your struggles this year. And may you not forget the value of laughter, the sublime feeling of biting into a divine piece of chewy chocolate, or the thrill of mixing in some naughty.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I recently returned from a wonderful trip to Los Angeles, wherein loving family resides. On my way home, I had to try Marianne's garlic chocolate ice cream in Gilroy, the <i>garlic capital of the world. </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSOGKcuJTpQw_EMbCzvEsHgTv7F2lcvTIv3TnuJT3Ka_GcyocbuKsIdLPSE-yzKxuNEke-prEQu6-2fZAqTzDOKXqJXg4NLBubI_DZdYjZiK1yoUtXh7NkqBs6CZ4KYhG4tkR9qSYMgRYWBywr_ITlQOn5ax2FZvlPfLqfodtV9CDhD8rtGpvg3tPw/s1237/garlicicecream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1237" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSOGKcuJTpQw_EMbCzvEsHgTv7F2lcvTIv3TnuJT3Ka_GcyocbuKsIdLPSE-yzKxuNEke-prEQu6-2fZAqTzDOKXqJXg4NLBubI_DZdYjZiK1yoUtXh7NkqBs6CZ4KYhG4tkR9qSYMgRYWBywr_ITlQOn5ax2FZvlPfLqfodtV9CDhD8rtGpvg3tPw/s320/garlicicecream.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Both flavors are strong, yet they work together harmoniously. Marianne did this right. It was yummy and gone very quickly.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Also on the way home, I stopped to eat Chinese food. The placemat informed me that the year I was born, 1966, is the year of the Horse. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDK56YN43VsdBYZnNycXD-mZx-_B1z4JuQ10f-h7hHGshVXqsqmp6AY0WW40nRXLNggoqLozgn4FWXg_Yk2GaISopDl9YjO6AR6dt4MPRYBqUyZDWqTvVnyDn1tXpi7tdZAJcGgSUABVzGA5r8XoQY7drQUNnUSuVTIaD_vdG6i5s7sORKxMUttQ7I/s1290/horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1290" data-original-width="1080" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDK56YN43VsdBYZnNycXD-mZx-_B1z4JuQ10f-h7hHGshVXqsqmp6AY0WW40nRXLNggoqLozgn4FWXg_Yk2GaISopDl9YjO6AR6dt4MPRYBqUyZDWqTvVnyDn1tXpi7tdZAJcGgSUABVzGA5r8XoQY7drQUNnUSuVTIaD_vdG6i5s7sORKxMUttQ7I/w284-h339/horse.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Let's see, this presumably makes me: </u></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Popular and <span style="background-color: #01ffff;">attractive to the opposite sex</span>.</b> - Yes, the ones who haven't seen my morning face. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Often <span style="background-color: #ffa400;">ostentatious</span> </b>- Yes, but not purposefully.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">and impatient</span> - </b>Yes, purposefully.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I <b style="background-color: #ff00fe;">need people</b> - We all do, and I need most people to leave me alone. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm to <b><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">Marry a Tiger or a Dog </span><u style="background-color: #fcff01;">early</u></b> - I'm not a morning person. See above regarding opposite sex.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">but <span style="background-color: #04ff00;">never a </span><b><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">Rat.</span> - </b>I married a Snake, purposely, but he was also an ostentatious Rat and an impatient Boar. I needed him to leave me alone. Divorce ensued.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Any other Horses out there?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbe5bXG-pddIWnKQNocl4j9yMUNsDnVu5_tEWzUJfGqIFwhRNYFgq0G97wVTA-Sez1Gr2S6G0OzFIax_m2AdQS9i0Oj6rg3Rj4_g3Y2-6fs5iQcr96DYlYN9HlYDv7egI1KNOwcbrGVYxTSGA-_zJnapv280C5Tc4HU1r5KzoesH4xveFJfEKraWsL/s894/ChineseZodiac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="894" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbe5bXG-pddIWnKQNocl4j9yMUNsDnVu5_tEWzUJfGqIFwhRNYFgq0G97wVTA-Sez1Gr2S6G0OzFIax_m2AdQS9i0Oj6rg3Rj4_g3Y2-6fs5iQcr96DYlYN9HlYDv7egI1KNOwcbrGVYxTSGA-_zJnapv280C5Tc4HU1r5KzoesH4xveFJfEKraWsL/s320/ChineseZodiac.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>More love and all kinds of goodness to you for this New Year!</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-67135338410882225942023-12-21T22:19:00.000-08:002023-12-21T22:19:24.574-08:00Santa Erotica, Merry Christmas <p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Sillies,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Whatever you celebrate, and even if you don't, may you experience great joy this season and in the coming year. Be naughty too!</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">I love you.</span></i></p><p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NnOb1jC0A_Rq3wlW4vYHiUEx5abng-25yKCkrJNzp_RhJpIynzu_UuOAjZxSW-kVx7hsjheQIOs7yp7OMNca_3RR4WBIL_CeLaLloZtrXnzpO3gdyaadIq9R_IzXh_NO3gCFLp_b8vJuLTSDuHLixX8YjOB4Lawfg6bMBydWEL7nmzD5G1rDbKPL/s1452/santarotica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1452" data-original-width="1080" height="573" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NnOb1jC0A_Rq3wlW4vYHiUEx5abng-25yKCkrJNzp_RhJpIynzu_UuOAjZxSW-kVx7hsjheQIOs7yp7OMNca_3RR4WBIL_CeLaLloZtrXnzpO3gdyaadIq9R_IzXh_NO3gCFLp_b8vJuLTSDuHLixX8YjOB4Lawfg6bMBydWEL7nmzD5G1rDbKPL/w427-h573/santarotica.jpg" width="427" /></a></i></div><br /><p></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-16496070565947014822023-12-09T12:29:00.000-08:002023-12-09T12:29:44.394-08:00Celebration of Lights! Happy Hanukah!<p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Sillies,</span></i></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: large; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><i>It's Hanukah, the Festival of Lights! May each of us shine so brightly within our respective spheres that our collective brilliance touches the Holy Land and all points on earth.</i></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEWI8bDktzwMEGQ6Ic0XvMo9xRLsBXI6oZa-yVPMizYK3ILVHHxpHx2GehUw-dhmq_ouIo5xZGmkzh68ZJeHPeuBTCIEWuFmraFEwgYlaNUBI9lIDQNv8MqOurjW2SYvq2_hskRnzLL9-7mvA-Ei2fXap3f-Oe3WwF8QT3xcWuFTfsYH6lAcLegU4l/s2048/Oyvey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEWI8bDktzwMEGQ6Ic0XvMo9xRLsBXI6oZa-yVPMizYK3ILVHHxpHx2GehUw-dhmq_ouIo5xZGmkzh68ZJeHPeuBTCIEWuFmraFEwgYlaNUBI9lIDQNv8MqOurjW2SYvq2_hskRnzLL9-7mvA-Ei2fXap3f-Oe3WwF8QT3xcWuFTfsYH6lAcLegU4l/w280-h374/Oyvey.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: large; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><i>Love to you!</i></span><p></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: large; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><i>Be warm. Be well. Shine brightly.</i></span></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-46351810519805709962023-12-04T12:01:00.000-08:002023-12-04T12:02:56.854-08:00Year's End Comment Collage Starring YOU!<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Dearest Sillies,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">I didn't wanna type "Year's end" in the title. But I'm not one to deny reality. Sheesh. December comes more quickly every year, am I right? Anyway, here's a fun-filled collage of your fantastically un-filtered comments over the past months. Please enjoy. Know that I love you too.</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">And the countdown to 1 MILLION continues. In 39,000+ more views I'll be a millionaire! </span></i><i style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></i></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09439720285857050428"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Birgit</span></b></a><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">I still love rockets..full
of sugar that melts down my throat fast. Freud would have a field day with me!</span></b></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Elephant's Child</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">said </span><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The only Barbie that ever excited my interest
was Trailer Trash Barbie.</b> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/00017192454403363349"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Mike</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">said <span style="background-color: #fcff01;"><b>It would be quite a stretch to make it around
the tether ball pole.</b> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Alex J. Cavanaugh</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">said </span><b style="background-color: #01ffff;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">You are the master of those!</span></u></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Debra She Who Seeks</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">said <b style="background-color: #ffa400;">Grumpy is GAY? Had me fooled. I had money
riding on Happy. </b></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/00045076826326574984"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Elizabeth Seckman</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">said </span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I won't stand for dwarf icing.</span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Pat Hatt</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">said <b><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><u>Well he's being a wanker if there ever was
one. </u></span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/13153118405565035071"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Debbie D. </span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">said<b> <i style="background-color: white;">Yup! </i></b></span><span style="background-color: white;"><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">😝😝</span></b><b style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> That's the price of internet "fame" I guess.</span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/00045076826326574984"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Elizabeth Seckman</span></b></a><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">Hopefully Hilary isn't as
effective at blowing as a Monica.</span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09439720285857050428"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Birgit</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">said <b style="background-color: #fcff01;">The female phys-ed teacher had an affair with
the prom queen.</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;"><br /></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Alex J. Cavanaugh</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">said </span><b><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">No, I think it really was an eight-way.</span><br /></span>
</b></span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Cloudia</span></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">said <b style="background-color: #d5a6bd;">What an imagination! Glad you stumbled by my
place so I could find this garden of yours.</b> </span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Debra She Who Seeks</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">said</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> <span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>No creepsterino is a match for you, Robyn!</b>
</span></span></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01268150556737773533"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Romance Book Haven</span></b></a><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><b><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hot and spicy treats here!</span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/04991095291522043588"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Mary Kirkland</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">said <b style="background-color: #ffa400;">All those innuendoes. lol I love it.</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b style="background-color: #ffa400;"><br /></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/02435815496034604442"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Her Royal Highness</span></span></b></a><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> said </span><b><span style="background-color: #fcff01; font-size: medium;">It is well known that you,
<i>Robyn, are a </i></span></b></span><span style="background-color: #fcff01;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">strumpet of the HIGHEST ORDER, not a common guttersnipe as </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">those
slurs suggest.</span></i></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Alex J. Cavanaugh</span></b></a><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #04ff00;">Those guys are desperate.
Avoid!!</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/11604494404874408870"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Joanne</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">said<b><span style="background-color: #bf9000;"> I may have to call your guy - he looks quite
menacing. </span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Alex J. Cavanaugh</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">said<b> <span style="background-color: #ea9999;">I get porn stars following me on
Twitter. </span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">Moving with Mitchell</span></b></a><span style="line-height: 107%;"> said<span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"> <b>I like the subtlety of this
one.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><p></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-50790946450689148472023-11-14T19:47:00.000-08:002023-11-14T19:47:20.285-08:00Thanksgiving Erotica<p><i><span style="font-size: large;">My Darling Sillies,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">It's time. </span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;">May gratitude be easily achieved by you this Thanksgiving and always.</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Love you.</span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh895GIyNwV_305V5gcS40OUudAr9qtPISa5sc0dNh_5zF3mhseNq44vtMMyGYTU1Vmn4_a-iF2-Cf14iGRYVNkojn2SSPdKB621hnYTLADXNKhm5PogWJyrwZezzqUgplOEsrzIoezwV_Z2EMn7yr5vpv7-mf69rHK8Z375j_2XPgpl4LeNvRYWBQe/s1469/thanksgvg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1469" data-original-width="1080" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh895GIyNwV_305V5gcS40OUudAr9qtPISa5sc0dNh_5zF3mhseNq44vtMMyGYTU1Vmn4_a-iF2-Cf14iGRYVNkojn2SSPdKB621hnYTLADXNKhm5PogWJyrwZezzqUgplOEsrzIoezwV_Z2EMn7yr5vpv7-mf69rHK8Z375j_2XPgpl4LeNvRYWBQe/w467-h636/thanksgvg.jpeg" width="467" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-61722669650864826172023-10-26T11:30:00.001-07:002023-10-26T11:31:19.098-07:00InSanity for the WIN, WIN, WIN! 2nd Place in BookFest!<p><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Sillies,</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">We interrupt our Halloween "treats" to bring a burst of personal excitement. </span></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDSzHjI4qBmXRaHvsundBPIKhrF389nShbebo5iRnZVAHXplO1ZVXPweD8Qj0YhErlWcdXiCqVUDMcO2J7eUCjHVisAX_poyNAQs7gVdiv2Ivro0aueCs98S7-midA5fAtu12iZohXIqariY_gg49XEuwFz8KxLoJrs7NZCk9v0OJ4-lxxkEW9K2A/s2001/WIN.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2001" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDSzHjI4qBmXRaHvsundBPIKhrF389nShbebo5iRnZVAHXplO1ZVXPweD8Qj0YhErlWcdXiCqVUDMcO2J7eUCjHVisAX_poyNAQs7gVdiv2Ivro0aueCs98S7-midA5fAtu12iZohXIqariY_gg49XEuwFz8KxLoJrs7NZCk9v0OJ4-lxxkEW9K2A/s320/WIN.jpeg" width="173" /></a></div><br /><p>I know, it doesn't look official. The certificate and stickers are en route, though.</p><p><b><span style="background-color: #04ff00; font-size: large;">I WON! I WON! I WON!</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"> <b>2nd</b> place</span> and Honorable Mention for InSanity in BookFest Fall '23 for Nonfiction, Mental Health! WOOT! Both my memoirs (this and <i>Woman on the Verge of Paradise</i>) are award winning babes. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">One never knows where life will take you. I began this journey on blogspot 14 years ago. Here I met my good friend and editor, Bryan Pedas* of the former <i>A Beer for the Shower</i> blog, and current blogger, HRH, who spent countless hours helping me fine-tune my writing. Wait, did I say HRH? No, no, no, that feisty dead cat didn't help at all. It's her servant woman, <a href="https://shewhoseeks.blogspot.com/">DebraSheWhoSeeks</a>. Sorry for the mix-up, Deb. Do forgive me. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">*Stay tuned for the extraordinary entertainment Bryan's been busily crafting. </span></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><b>Congratulations,</b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">You Are a Winner in</b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">The <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>BookFest® Awards!</b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">You are receiving recognition with a BookFest Award for outstanding literary achievement.</b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">We're thrilled to honor you with a BookFest Award, recognizing your exceptional literary achievement. Your submission was meticulously evaluated by The BookFest judging team, passing through multiple stages of review. Plus, many of the esteemed BookFest Bellwethers lent their expertise to ensure the integrity and thoroughness of the judging process.</b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">The caliber of entries received this season was truly impressive, making your win all the more noteworthy. We're deeply appreciative of your contribution to the literary world. At The BookFest, we hold a strong belief in the transformative power of storytellers. Your award underscores your significant impact on readers across the globe.</b></div></div><p><br /></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-8489132054930434262023-10-20T09:57:00.000-07:002023-10-20T09:57:27.918-07:00Halloweenierotica!<p>It's TIME, my Dearest of Sillies!</p><p>*Insert maniacal, naughty laughter.*</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5vSiJPRwZkp-PgUz-lLt6C8qii8qldamYgtIs1YOAcxNL4i1oegUqPibhbtpDxqdeJISEWYc45Lf8vlQX7A5DpqCKOY_eRhzfZQwDmYng88jcVHGKNC-szfEO-lPfOnZQncFcFnGPRgzbbLuLrc2zEbyt4CZIEct62G72e5KxEAbkanp1LWk2kG7k/s1350/Halloweenierotica.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="665" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5vSiJPRwZkp-PgUz-lLt6C8qii8qldamYgtIs1YOAcxNL4i1oegUqPibhbtpDxqdeJISEWYc45Lf8vlQX7A5DpqCKOY_eRhzfZQwDmYng88jcVHGKNC-szfEO-lPfOnZQncFcFnGPRgzbbLuLrc2zEbyt4CZIEct62G72e5KxEAbkanp1LWk2kG7k/w531-h665/Halloweenierotica.jpeg" width="531" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-79489523323537745092023-10-10T12:40:00.004-07:002023-10-10T19:29:36.829-07:00Rainbows, Butterflies, and She Who Seeks<p><span style="font-size: large;">My Dear Sillies,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There's so much love here in blogland, and in the universe. It's important to remember this - especially with the atrocities going on in the Middle East. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sometimes the best we can do is send out love (and/or prayers, blessings, earnest hope for real change). Though this feels dismally insufficient, it's the most humane option, and it's desperately needed. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Evil exists in the part. Perfection exists in the whole. I can choose this latter view, not that I always should, </i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>but I always can." </i></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">-Hugh Prather</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Having a balanced perspective is both healthy and necessary. That said, let's shift toward rainbows. I was gifted with a most beautiful glass rainbow piece by blogland's fantabulous <a href="https://shewhoseeks.blogspot.com/">Debra She Who Seeks. </a> How gorgeous is this? <u>Answer:</u> More gorgeous than it appears here. It's Debra's first attempt at glass work. I told her that I love it, so she went to the trouble and expense of shipping it to me from Canada. I'm a lucky gal!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QyA1sRHG06QRjUztJnX0iVu8ta0Nybs-fWO-FHyKe_nfGM8pyE3mKwvrjwWLdABMBnxUPp4qa84F_I00BaOXoHvENnFN-MIs0VMuSQPXamlXGrSp9zdmJOWv3VjqA7hsfOitLxHmoTsG7cqP1IkCKtkCpJ-uBaEsNTIDJ-iC4tjWjCIua98Mfk-b/s4160/rainbow.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QyA1sRHG06QRjUztJnX0iVu8ta0Nybs-fWO-FHyKe_nfGM8pyE3mKwvrjwWLdABMBnxUPp4qa84F_I00BaOXoHvENnFN-MIs0VMuSQPXamlXGrSp9zdmJOWv3VjqA7hsfOitLxHmoTsG7cqP1IkCKtkCpJ-uBaEsNTIDJ-iC4tjWjCIua98Mfk-b/s320/rainbow.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Where there are rainbows, there are butterflies. This one posed for me for over 20 minutes a couple days ago. To my delight.</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEBBhd9qqWHRTR9l3cvi8MqBN7BdMho-YzgaCjsLyw2Hdm3ow9nu1ddvjI1hf4iC82aK0w-I-jjeoA5apU106V-Y7ZaNP-ohMPaQ2o1RFw76vuUbg9kxTLlxBDQfRoBAzOi-I0eKdkaZl1qih6HWsZl1AlL3E2hjOknqijLwTMR_nXM0BHz4us53K/s1080/butterfly1A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEBBhd9qqWHRTR9l3cvi8MqBN7BdMho-YzgaCjsLyw2Hdm3ow9nu1ddvjI1hf4iC82aK0w-I-jjeoA5apU106V-Y7ZaNP-ohMPaQ2o1RFw76vuUbg9kxTLlxBDQfRoBAzOi-I0eKdkaZl1qih6HWsZl1AlL3E2hjOknqijLwTMR_nXM0BHz4us53K/s320/butterfly1A.jpeg" width="240" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItja-zmmZwHT2o_8TfupSn5MNcnIG3t-zeZIRSwiSOjzFRikNeqKh8dTc1cAUhyS-duEKCvlJA3MigTaJNQy-LQ2Vzzws-LQdrK3yrBgdhFXh7gZQTAW9P_SgxxJPxNnDrdb9Smevl6WcGceKhSZhSrTo0Ke1q9-yqsNrzkeLNBYqeCYqE5-9ATto/s1080/Butterfly3.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItja-zmmZwHT2o_8TfupSn5MNcnIG3t-zeZIRSwiSOjzFRikNeqKh8dTc1cAUhyS-duEKCvlJA3MigTaJNQy-LQ2Vzzws-LQdrK3yrBgdhFXh7gZQTAW9P_SgxxJPxNnDrdb9Smevl6WcGceKhSZhSrTo0Ke1q9-yqsNrzkeLNBYqeCYqE5-9ATto/s320/Butterfly3.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><i><span style="font-size: large;">The butterfly is a sign of freedom, transformation, hope, and faith. </span></i><div><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: large;">May your days be filled with equally beautiful sights and acts of loving kindness. </span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: large;">Love you, my Silliest of Sillies.<br /></span></i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-68969952717672891932023-09-25T13:00:00.004-07:002023-09-25T13:01:39.268-07:00Life by Chocolate, Fiddler on The Roof<p><i><span style="font-size: large;">My Dear Lovey Sillies,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Sorry I've been so absent. </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">As you can see, though, I'm a survivor!</span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZ7DTI8J5z9MU1KbA6UptTAhiJCHr9GsGZHquN_zZ7keBqm4pH5DVUnInCrI6GLILXdgwO9WmC5CQ8zNskVW2yFXOntKGW1pOS-P20tOiMs37PaB6OJpyu_2FCDjOjUI92Ywwce8ind2SIA9tu_UsFYJPskZ9hu0WeFm8C4lILWRg8OQhvZDzYIpr/s874/choco.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="760" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZ7DTI8J5z9MU1KbA6UptTAhiJCHr9GsGZHquN_zZ7keBqm4pH5DVUnInCrI6GLILXdgwO9WmC5CQ8zNskVW2yFXOntKGW1pOS-P20tOiMs37PaB6OJpyu_2FCDjOjUI92Ywwce8ind2SIA9tu_UsFYJPskZ9hu0WeFm8C4lILWRg8OQhvZDzYIpr/s320/choco.jpeg" width="278" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">And I had the pleasure of seeing a theatrical production of <i>Fiddler on The Roof</i> this weekend. Our local cast did a wonderful, heartfelt job. Have you seen the play or film? The music is unforgettable. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlg2fDY_wzweEMfyAa7rd2gQzUhA8tb99D8J3h8yGoC7YXWtDuvfZVvOhB106rkg_39vEFDnvEmkEMhGMoUY5zU1P4FY0yPz_WYI_qOpww-Ssm3Rr4LH6NAnHN-C_B4lPcTNLhZPVPs1EUnNHUGWSLJwpV-icozMSMoiNzXXY3o6thERAMNbwU8M8/s1080/fiddler.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1065" data-original-width="1080" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlg2fDY_wzweEMfyAa7rd2gQzUhA8tb99D8J3h8yGoC7YXWtDuvfZVvOhB106rkg_39vEFDnvEmkEMhGMoUY5zU1P4FY0yPz_WYI_qOpww-Ssm3Rr4LH6NAnHN-C_B4lPcTNLhZPVPs1EUnNHUGWSLJwpV-icozMSMoiNzXXY3o6thERAMNbwU8M8/s320/fiddler.jpeg" width="320" />TRADITION!</a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;">Third, what's up with the guys who find out you're single (by, for example, spying on your Facebook page) and try to befriend and/or re-friend and/or re-date you? Asking for myself. Cringe, right? </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Have a good week, as Fall begins. Yippee!</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Happy 5784</b> to the Jewish world!</span></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I love you!</span></p></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-48286885069367601562023-09-10T18:41:00.008-07:002023-09-10T19:03:13.256-07:00Heartache Tonight and Beyond<p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dear Sillies,</b></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: #d9d2e9;">I'd been quiet about JT because things were going so smoothly and giddily. Our chemsitry was comfortable and fun; our attraction, consistently strong. He'd cook for me several times a week. We trekked to the beach, to San Francisco Bay, and many local destinations. We also just stayed in and played Scrabble and other indoor games. Wink. All in all, I've felt more joyous love for JT than I've felt for any other man in my life. </b></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #ffa400;">BUT</span> (You knew this was comin') in the past month or so, <b>he'd distanced himself and failed to communicate. My every attempt to talk only made things worse. </b></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">BUT, BUT</span> <b>the lovey-dovey moments and messaging continued even through this Friday evening, for <u><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">2.25 YEARS</span>.</u> Despite this, it's gonna be another <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kcrs6XxUAqE">heartache tonight</a> and tomorrow night and the next night and so on. </b></span></i></p><p><u><span style="font-size: large;">When I dropped by his home yesterday, this discourse ensued:</span></u></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">"I was going to call you,"</span> his tone, stoic. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">"I'm going to stay in tonight." </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"><b>"Okay, alright."</b></span> Disappointed but not surprised, I ask: <span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"><b>"Anything else?"</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">"No. That's all."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">"Well what if <u>I</u> have something to say?"</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">"Go ahead."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><b>"I don't know how to talk to you anymore."</b> </span><i>A bucket of tears pours down my cheeks. </i><b style="background-color: #d5a6bd;">"Do you even want to keep me in your life?"</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">"<u>I</u> <u>DON'T</u> <u>KNOW</u>." </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You don't f*ckin know?!</i> <b style="background-color: #ff00fe;">"You have no idea how much you're hurting me."</b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i>My friends, I got no explanation, no kindness, no apology, none of the thoughtfulness that I love/d so much about JT. <b>Not even a lousy t-shirt with the logo "He doesn't want this." </b>Dude simply reiterated that he has nothing to say. He doesn't want "this."</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: #01ffff;">I know I deserve better, my Dear Sillies. </b></span></p><p><b style="background-color: #01ffff;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love you, and I know you're here and there and wherever for me through this heartache. </span>Please and thank you. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00; font-size: large;"><b>On a happier note: Happy 12th Anniversary to the IWSG! I'm into my 14th year of blogging and even more exciting, I'm slowly approaching <u>1 MILLION VIEWS. </u>I can't wait to become a millionaire! We'll celebrate in sweet style. Please do stick around.</b> </span></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-87093035345078447382023-09-04T13:18:00.002-07:002023-09-06T09:02:11.023-07:00Thanks to the Rebels, Happy Labor Day!<p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Happy Labor Day, my Dear Sillies!</i></span> </p><p><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1TtimxKFxHmp-eKVbfRRIsK9j55JEE1jlY2ZxO9ttwlm0I1-pgzbjEX81OHnY7dX56ekxqV3cbDFOuH888EUcEYwaVFcTXSa5vovT7tHWDts2FjtvKMM9FJcuV7nKiSDTdhWpxGLbg/s1600/rebels.jpg" style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489936611915508418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1TtimxKFxHmp-eKVbfRRIsK9j55JEE1jlY2ZxO9ttwlm0I1-pgzbjEX81OHnY7dX56ekxqV3cbDFOuH888EUcEYwaVFcTXSa5vovT7tHWDts2FjtvKMM9FJcuV7nKiSDTdhWpxGLbg/s320/rebels.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 235px; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px;" /></a></span></span><i>Glenn-David, Jonathan, Robyn, Dawn in our Rebel station wagon, circa 1973. </i><i>This photo's been seen hundreds of thousands of times - YAY! Thanks to the rebels, it was stolen from my site for youtube videos about the 1970's. Photo by our dad, Jerry Engel. </i></p><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks to the Rebels</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">Robyn Alana Engel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Thanks to the rebels</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">We can vote as we choose</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">Assert an opinion</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">Exchange global views.</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif"><br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">Thanks to the rebels</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif"> Faith is a choice</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">Workers have rights</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">The young, given voice.</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif"><br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">Thanks to the rebels</span><br />We've freedom of press</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;">We can fight to </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">end </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">claims </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">that </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">censorship's best</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif"><br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">Thanks to the rebels<br />We are truly free<br />In so many ways </span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">that we fail to see.</span><br /><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif">Thanks to the rebels!</span></span></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-16991799935586709772023-08-21T12:31:00.003-07:002023-08-21T19:42:17.899-07:00Interview with Snow White's Seven Dwarfs, Disney Short-sightedness<p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Sillies,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Please be safe and well, my friends. I mean, Hilary's a threat and all. (#Bernie4ever!)</span></i></p><p><b>As a person who's a little...well, little, I feel for the dwarfs. They didn't even get to audition for the Snow White movie. So I brought these cuties onto our stage for an interview.</b></p><p><b>Let's give a small warm welcome to...</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-fNQDDY0OT0W2bcEXNFpX9gkIT1FYe3CLUZ3x96qBYG7KI_TnETn22b2NTIoO81Sw0KgTcYkqklOyPfVH47WF5dNI7qnKBfqls6skgxIJUgLQZGQ9kmxkVlitQIG5FHQcrLWUUwy4r3mhagKHle2_2Ik3YPKmshuNYqNGHe3NVuD0iWFyuqomC2Y/s1200/dwarfs.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="1200" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-fNQDDY0OT0W2bcEXNFpX9gkIT1FYe3CLUZ3x96qBYG7KI_TnETn22b2NTIoO81Sw0KgTcYkqklOyPfVH47WF5dNI7qnKBfqls6skgxIJUgLQZGQ9kmxkVlitQIG5FHQcrLWUUwy4r3mhagKHle2_2Ik3YPKmshuNYqNGHe3NVuD0iWFyuqomC2Y/w470-h207/dwarfs.webp" width="470" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>The 7 dwarfs prance onto our stage in follow-the-leader fashion singing,</i> "<a href="https://www.bing.com/videos/search?&q=Seven+Dwarfs+song&view=detail&mid=039880196924CCC85E5A039880196924CCC85E5A&FORM=VDRVRV&ajaxhist=0">Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to...</a>" <u>Robyn</u> <i>stands in front of Doc to stall their movement. </i><b>Hi guys! </b><i>They freeze.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Grumpy</u> <i>to Robyn: </i><span style="background-color: #04ff00; color: #2b00fe;">Get out of the way, tramp!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Sleepy</u> <i>falls down snoring. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Robyn:</u> <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>Oh, sweeties, I understand your upset. You were short-changed by Disney. They replaced you with stupid magical spirits.</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Dopey</u> (who can't even spell his name correctly for the group photo above): <span style="background-color: #fcff01; color: #274e13;"><b>Wanna smoke? I got extra.</b></span> <i>Dopey shows Robyn a fistful of weed that he keeps stored in his lantern.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Happy</u>, <i>eying Robyn up and down:</i> <span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #b45f06;"><b>Hey, you're spendid. Too tall for me but weehee! I love this place!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Doc</u> <i>takes out a tape-measure and stretches it along Robyn's right calf.</i> <span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>By my estimations, if you shrink three inches, you'll qualify for dwarf status. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Grumpy:</u><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"> <span style="color: #2b00fe;">*Bleep* this *bleep*!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Robyn:</u> <span style="color: #990000;">I agree.</span> <i>She winks at Grumpy.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u><br /></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Grumpy:</u> <span style="background-color: #04ff00; color: #2b00fe;">Don't flirt with me, b****! I don't swing that way. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Robyn: </u><span style="color: #990000;"><b>No, I, well, let's get to the real question. Gentlemen, what really happened between you and Snow White on those wild nights in the woods? </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Bashful</u> <i>turns red. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Doc </u>and <u>Happy</u> <i>give each other small high-fives and then launch into a series of synchronized little pelvic thrusts.</i> <span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bow chicka bow wow ho, ho, ho, ho!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u><br /></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Sneezy</u>: <b>Aachooo!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Robyn</u> finds <u>Bashful</u> <i>snuggled up to her kneecaps, shaded from the stagelights by Robyn's big bosoms.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Grumpy</u> <i>makes a beeline for the exit</i>. <span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">*Bleep* this *bleep*</span>!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Robyn</u>, <i>to the audience: </i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>Sorry to cut things short. We've some micro-aggressions to deal with backstage. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>She sighs and closes the stage curtains.</i></div><p><br /></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-22354953986174730252023-08-14T13:15:00.000-07:002023-08-14T13:15:17.139-07:00Naughty Teacher, TeachErotica<p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Sillies, </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">It's back to school time, and I'm a strong proponent of higher education. Learning is good. Learning by doing, even better. Gentle yet decisive individualized hands on guidance (between consenting adults, of course), as good as it gets. </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Keep a smile and a stash of the good stuff (chocolate or whatever sates your palate).</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">PS So sorry. Martha (Dad bod and all) had to make an appearance.</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Love you.</span></i></p><p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXIWAtgp2CgMvNCnKlfOXBlsslOJw_vRI12tTPydPe2OYBI1rEKVDwq7YcQm-4kY_B-kFOx_hp0jFi251uWBb4SYWqVMnrUgg5NWB0l9DoWmxWu3rhnBMo79HVxfwoxd43-RIgzXrYpgIAFqkYuX1towIod0gIBimfJFTwdC5nm8GclKY5VXfBRLb/s749/naughtyteach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="577" height="529" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXIWAtgp2CgMvNCnKlfOXBlsslOJw_vRI12tTPydPe2OYBI1rEKVDwq7YcQm-4kY_B-kFOx_hp0jFi251uWBb4SYWqVMnrUgg5NWB0l9DoWmxWu3rhnBMo79HVxfwoxd43-RIgzXrYpgIAFqkYuX1towIod0gIBimfJFTwdC5nm8GclKY5VXfBRLb/w494-h529/naughtyteach.jpg" width="494" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i><p></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-32767545353631665762023-07-31T19:18:00.007-07:002023-07-31T19:29:29.328-07:00Go Away, Creepsterinos! Stop Stalking Me<p><span style="font-size: large;">My Dear
Sillies,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m far beyond
annoyed with internet creepsters. </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">From now on, this will resemble my discourse with every <i>creepsterino</i></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> who “friends” me:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b><u>Creepsterino</u></b>:<span style="background-color: #01ffff;"> <b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/song_seungheon687"></a>Hello </b></span></span><b><span face=""Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" style="background-color: #01ffff; line-height: 107%;">👋</span></b><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"> it’s nice to meet you and how are
you doing today?</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">THEN, before
I respond, but after I block him, which apparently</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">didn't take: </span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #01ffff;">Can you understand what I am saying?</span></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><u>Me:</u> </span></b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b style="background-color: #f4cccc;">Yes. Since you just
want to be friends like all the others, I need to know if
you are honest. Send me your full legal name, plus credit card number
with expiration date and CVC code. (Hint: This code is on the back of the card; you need to turn it over.) If you don't have a credit card, don’t worry!
I’ll just take your social security number. Next, my boyfriend will run a security clearance
check within 72 hours! Sorry for the delay, but he’s screening 286 men before
you. A woman must be careful. Surely such a nice, intellectual man like yourself can appreciate that. </b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><u>Me,
before he responds:</u> </span></b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b style="background-color: #f4cccc;">For
the sake of full transparency, this is my boyfriend. Can you understand what I
am saying?</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGmQ38nSo25Th4PlG-Ak_jbFagYCdSp9IsHXcYeznCSBPq2LZ7QzDaASJFFbLjyeeiSsnmgMCitggoKA0vsMXAPzLebMZyi73xSF0hubrgyxtw7-vMxwjpripZtjpMsJsWJfnCJTv6Id39dNpNAGshrMbZN7i5PbpMjIkyvksKOkoz54-i7d8L6ta/s421/muscularbf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGmQ38nSo25Th4PlG-Ak_jbFagYCdSp9IsHXcYeznCSBPq2LZ7QzDaASJFFbLjyeeiSsnmgMCitggoKA0vsMXAPzLebMZyi73xSF0hubrgyxtw7-vMxwjpripZtjpMsJsWJfnCJTv6Id39dNpNAGshrMbZN7i5PbpMjIkyvksKOkoz54-i7d8L6ta/s320/muscularbf.jpg" width="179" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Be well, my Darling Sillies.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">May you have no creepsterino visits. If you do, I'll send my sweetheart over to make sure that said creepsterino can understand. Afterall, that's what friends are for. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Love, hugs, and chocolate!</span></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-83341564173930485512023-07-13T11:27:00.005-07:002023-07-13T11:29:31.662-07:00Step Aside Barbie World, Bring Back Skipper! But Stick Around, Ryan Gosling!<p><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Sillies,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">What's with all the Barbie World hulabaloo? Actually, it does look to be an entertaining movie. Thing is, I wasn't a Barbie girl. First is the worst, afterall. But the second sister? She's far and away the best. Bring back Skipper!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My brother cut my Skipper's hair when we were youngins. I was, naturally, enraged. Horrified. Never let it go (clearly). Skipper's hair would NEVER grow back. Sigh. Now, I'd love to give bro a high-five. I mean, come on. She's cute with a bob. It was a brilliant move, far ahead of his time. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Skipper's the cuter, smarter, sassier of 'em. Yet the second child gets neglected. Maybe because she's just plain hotter AND cooler than Barbie. And that streak of purple hair puts Barbie's basic blonde to shame. Look at her. She obviously has more personality too. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit392UQqRIeWOouzSeitZ8cqEdf0v0Jbr-yVqihZs4DEu_zBpBPwSZKjOOb_ELZN8EnG4D2ZIG7chwA5WleEvKfuvQcxth7ASVpK4hZzfsoqqbEQ-dXSzTV6lJkRx7fIZk78_XEn9dH7ab4JTufBPsyQFBo5qPvqeUBcn9r79pb_m87IcIbdusL_Ww/s462/Skipper_doll_-_Barbie's_little_sister.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="462" data-original-width="225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit392UQqRIeWOouzSeitZ8cqEdf0v0Jbr-yVqihZs4DEu_zBpBPwSZKjOOb_ELZN8EnG4D2ZIG7chwA5WleEvKfuvQcxth7ASVpK4hZzfsoqqbEQ-dXSzTV6lJkRx7fIZk78_XEn9dH7ab4JTufBPsyQFBo5qPvqeUBcn9r79pb_m87IcIbdusL_Ww/s320/Skipper_doll_-_Barbie's_little_sister.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: large;">Let's not forget the other Skipper played by Alan Hale, <b>Captain Jonas Grumby</b>, from Gilligan's Island. "Skippppperrrr!"<span face="sans-serif"><i> shouted by Gilligan every twelve minutes. </i>So manly and competent, he never thought about a way to get off the island. I think he had the hots for MaryAnn. We all did. Am I right? She looked like Skipper!</span></span></p><p><span face="sans-serif" style="color: #202122;"><span face="sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">In sum, I'm campaigning for a </span><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Skipper movie in Alan Hale's blessed memory. </span><span style="background-color: white;">Ryan Gosling gets to play Ken in this one too. He's adorable. See </span><a href="https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=https%3a%2f%2fwww.youtube.com+Ryan+Gosling%2c+child+dancing&view=detail&mid=62B175D15458415224E762B175D15458415224E7&FORM=VIRE " style="background-color: white;">his dancing</a><span style="background-color: white;"> on</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"> the Mickey Mouse Club in the 1990s. Charming cutie!</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><span style="font-size: large;">Naturally, I'll play Skipper, who'll go more ginger for this to-be hit. Can't wait.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cheers, chocolates, and love to you!</span></span></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-91888451042831435532023-07-04T13:22:00.002-07:002023-07-04T13:22:48.428-07:00Happy Independence Day, John Hancock Erotica!<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Dear Sillies,<br /></i><i>Happy Independence Day. <br /></i><i>Wherever you are, may you appreciate and enjoy your many freedoms.<br /></i><i>Sorry to bring back this unsightly cockamany!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Love you.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA11vc53LTZI7IzEEUh9ORv8uNqNqo72FJFGT4EIvFFf-F2rn4KTlb-r_qUqVqfFAdhOxWzs_psESjzjCvBVP6rqvv7d_zTu1BOIi0GcfrKqFgSZA-5kcz1vg_pEuEBYM_FXWri4PrDQ/s1600/hancock.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA11vc53LTZI7IzEEUh9ORv8uNqNqo72FJFGT4EIvFFf-F2rn4KTlb-r_qUqVqfFAdhOxWzs_psESjzjCvBVP6rqvv7d_zTu1BOIi0GcfrKqFgSZA-5kcz1vg_pEuEBYM_FXWri4PrDQ/w610-h750/hancock.jpg" width="610" /></a></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-60660371663484878432023-06-25T21:21:00.004-07:002023-06-27T05:12:44.817-07:00Chocolate, What It's All About!<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Dear Sillies,</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Let's get back to the meaning of life: <span style="color: #783f04;"><b>Chocolate</b></span>.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>My oh my, do I have some divinity to share with you! <b style="background-color: #fcff01;">It's Nick's Swedish-style Triple Choklad Light Ice Cream. </b>Much, much healthier than other ice creams and deep fried twinkies. There's NO ADDED SUGAR, my friends. Bonus. </i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>But how does it taste? <b>Divine.</b> Really. It's malty, rich, light, addictive...I love it. My beau and I finished it within two days. And we exercised restraint, I tell ya. Re-straint. (Yeah, he made strawberry milkshakes for us in between spoonfuls of this goodness.)</i></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHt_wg1Bn_s8z7Wp62mm2hY_hqn2wNMuxhrqZajgH8Q8mhPOXZA1GKfMZMdWcn9mFaW69kHy2fW_W5kMZc0XjsGB1ZC41ckOIL8eQPYk7KzXYXT-ghldxHCJYxIQS9U_u40mGyjbFV5vLioi2_iqXMVuj6uzh_cWcO4pIXz3dmKYwhqo07HaPnJu7T/s4160/nicks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHt_wg1Bn_s8z7Wp62mm2hY_hqn2wNMuxhrqZajgH8Q8mhPOXZA1GKfMZMdWcn9mFaW69kHy2fW_W5kMZc0XjsGB1ZC41ckOIL8eQPYk7KzXYXT-ghldxHCJYxIQS9U_u40mGyjbFV5vLioi2_iqXMVuj6uzh_cWcO4pIXz3dmKYwhqo07HaPnJu7T/s320/nicks.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQfui616lXap5gIOkwoIV4EPOSphtD1b4Juraew4Jcy1Y1wGZn-xhvSs3tuWfHAosZoHJd79btB5aXeZvpL2G8V48VKx6wf8zJ6eOMefyREoqDi1AxmBRqi0wcHTzc6dhPaoXcp7ePEQHwXqkYBtboHQuz1qf3vJEmQHUMSoG39EIq1NmyBiZ3pjOY/s307/chocoface.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="300" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQfui616lXap5gIOkwoIV4EPOSphtD1b4Juraew4Jcy1Y1wGZn-xhvSs3tuWfHAosZoHJd79btB5aXeZvpL2G8V48VKx6wf8zJ6eOMefyREoqDi1AxmBRqi0wcHTzc6dhPaoXcp7ePEQHwXqkYBtboHQuz1qf3vJEmQHUMSoG39EIq1NmyBiZ3pjOY/s1600/chocoface.jpeg" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiueACuNzPYNJR6hfRKToCGM4aWvWV5Q4hSb8jIHwWpgfe4ujo5TEf6qDt6SxjwCLVV7OrlwPldLRfMQgTB7ebBerEF3SIc_8ZI9aqho5S75RMOhJY_veIBImhKto97YwHsXXUMrFWt7OVeQBAT3Wk8I2FjWwnOcST3bPrxW9hdF60HDocVFVRY6cm/s4160/choclabel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiueACuNzPYNJR6hfRKToCGM4aWvWV5Q4hSb8jIHwWpgfe4ujo5TEf6qDt6SxjwCLVV7OrlwPldLRfMQgTB7ebBerEF3SIc_8ZI9aqho5S75RMOhJY_veIBImhKto97YwHsXXUMrFWt7OVeQBAT3Wk8I2FjWwnOcST3bPrxW9hdF60HDocVFVRY6cm/s320/choclabel.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">It costs approx what you'd pay for Haagen-Dazs or Ben and Jerry's ($6-7 per pint). Kinda pricey, but cheaper than one anti-depressant tablet. Am I right? Sweeter and more flavorful too. Nick's has swirls and chips of chocolate. I can't recommend it enough, and I recommend you keep it away from me, else I'll devour it before you even get a chance. </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">I give this a 10! It's truly worthy.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In other news, I'm being extra indulgent these days because I turn older this week. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Can you guess how old?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Clue #1:</u> Celebrity John Cusack and I share a Birthday (same day, month, and year).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Clue #2:</u> We're 16 months older than the legendary, annoying, Julia Roberts.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Clue #3:</u> It's a saucy number.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUbrEGF4E249nyfvZO80XX9tfKaMU2DqcvTTVOeKZ6znz1-j4Si5XcI_cixR7oi0ZR3YI22_YdHrjkWvZ297LXecFS7QeAPFa-hwKdmWEwl18W5gt7qdmOsCmGKXPLS6DKwZgPclSxBB31yhH3Af70g8xw0SBF6_l-bpsOric9yMRPUI9XfS-bAhQ/s2592/fiftyseven2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUbrEGF4E249nyfvZO80XX9tfKaMU2DqcvTTVOeKZ6znz1-j4Si5XcI_cixR7oi0ZR3YI22_YdHrjkWvZ297LXecFS7QeAPFa-hwKdmWEwl18W5gt7qdmOsCmGKXPLS6DKwZgPclSxBB31yhH3Af70g8xw0SBF6_l-bpsOric9yMRPUI9XfS-bAhQ/s320/fiftyseven2.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Love you, Sillies!</span></b></div></div>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-57740802520542360722023-06-12T19:29:00.000-07:002023-06-12T19:29:49.762-07:00COMMENT COLLAGE Starring YOU!<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Dearest Sillies,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">I've once again collected and randomly organized your comments from the past several months. As always, I very much appreciate your silliness.</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Please do keep a smile and chocolate (or your favorite treat) handy at all times.</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Love you.</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></i></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/11604494404874408870">Joanne</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glad the communication is going
well (wink,wink, nudge, nudge) and that Bernie's not too jealous. </b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023">Debra She Who Seeks</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">Rub that Blarney Stone til it
shines!</span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052">Elephant's Child</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said<b> <span style="background-color: #01ffff;">A sight like that means that
breakfast here has been delayed while I recover.</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/00017192454403363349">Mike</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said<span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"> <b>I sent you the picture.</b></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09439720285857050428">Birgit</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #f4cccc;">Listen her sagging tatas
probably can hold up a soaking wet towel by now.</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/profile/00017192454403363349"><b>Mike</b></a>
said <b style="background-color: #04ff00;">Is there a line? Or can I just get a ticket for a specific time? </b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/18339789596944683688">Jeff</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #fcff01;">The smoothness of her skin may
be from photo shop or from those years she spent out of the sun and behind
bars!</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09783331838434598963">G. B. Miller</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #fce5cd;">I think every teenage boy just
vomited in their mouth a little bit.</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/00045076826326574984">Elizabeth Seckman</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #01ffff;">Not being a hater
when I ask, what the hell is the gold thing she's wearing with it? Who would
wear that to the beach or the pool?</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/14052950809151897315">Al Penwasser</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;"> said <b style="background-color: #f4cccc;">How the mighty have fallen. Bloody 'ell.</b></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702">Alex J. Cavanaugh</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #fcff01;">Yeah, I want that kind of
boring life. </b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023">Debra She Who Seeks</a><a href="http://rawknrobyn.blogspot.com/2023/05/martha-stewart-sports-illustrated.html?showComment=1684261994081#c1076201063781999771"></a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b><span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;">I see from the photos online
that Martha has learned MY secret of strategic camouflage and calculated
positioning of limbs! Never underestimate those. Oh, and good lighting!</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/00017192454403363349">Mike</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #ff00fe;">I would love to smell your
lovely rose today.</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/00045076826326574984">Elizabeth Seckman</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said <b style="background-color: #01ffff;">I better go check my heart
rate...</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/profile/14052950809151897315"><b>Al Penwasser</b></a> said<span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"> <b>Yes, I'm not a well man.</b></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/06425864276166334896">L. Diane Wolfe</a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> said<span style="background-color: #04ff00;"> <b>I'll dance to that.</b></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/04991095291522043588">Mary Kirkland</a><a href="http://rawknrobyn.blogspot.com/2023/03/st-paterotica-slay-yer-shalayleigh.html?showComment=1679257592982#c6295539145916075874"></a></span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> said<span style="background-color: #fcff01;"> <b>Whew, this was thick with the
double entendre's. lol I love it.</b></span></span></p><p></p>Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.com13