Wordle me this Blogman

Hey all you bloggin super heroes.  Have you heard of Wordle?  You simply go to the website and plug in your RSS blog feed and presto. Your blog in pop art. You can change the font, color, layout. etc.

Good fun if you are way into yourself like I am. I just did a few quick ones for demonstration (using this blog feed), but you can make some really neat wordles if you have the time and inclination.

Once you create your wordle, you have to take a screen shot to "save" the wordle and then convert it into another format.  I am running Windows Vista and it has a Snippet tool that allows me to directly convert a screen shot into a jpeg image, then you can edit or whatever you want. If I was cool and had a Mac, I am sure I could do something extra groovy. I am oldish and pretty computer unsavy, but I figured it out. If you are as self-absorbed as me, check it out.

 i  LIKE HOW i REALLY KNOW a LITTLE.   HA!

The whole wordle thing reminds me of a cartoon I had taped on my fridge for years.

A man and woman are dining together and the woman is saying to him:

"What? Moi? Self aborbed? How do you think that makes me feel?"

Haha. I wish I still had that.

Wordle me this Blogman

Hey all you bloggin super heroes.  Have you heard of Wordle?  You simply go to the website and plug in your RSS blog feed and presto. Your blog in pop art. You can change the font, color, layout. etc.

Good fun if you are way into yourself like I am. I just did a few quick ones for demonstration (using this blog feed), but you can make some really neat wordles if you have the time and inclination.

Once you create your wordle, you have to take a screen shot to "save" the wordle and then convert it into another format.  I am running Windows Vista and it has a Snippet tool that allows me to directly convert a screen shot into a jpeg image, then you can edit or whatever you want. If I was cool and had a Mac, I am sure I could do something extra groovy. I am oldish and pretty computer unsavy, but I figured it out. If you are as self-absorbed as me, check it out.

 i  LIKE HOW i REALLY KNOW a LITTLE.   HA!

The whole wordle thing reminds me of a cartoon I had taped on my fridge for years.

A man and woman are dining together and the woman is saying to him:

"What? Moi? Self aborbed? How do you think that makes me feel?"

Haha. I wish I still had that.

Louis V. and Me

I have mentioned Louis V. right?

We are inseparable.

I am talking bout my purse ya'll.  I got him at the ARC in Denver. Is he real?  Prolly not. Do I care? Prolly not. Is anyone impressed?  Well, there was this one lady at the library. And by "lady" I mean a 12 year old girl.

I am always asking Matt "have you seen Louis?  I  have got to find him before we leave."  Or he will say "don't forget Louis."

So I thought I would show you my main man. Oh, there are others. I mean lots and lots of others. But Louis and I are tight.

 Lets take a peek inside shall we?

I wonder why cash and change are not in wallet?  Am I really that lazy?


Don't answer.

I am so proud of myself for the tiny hairspray can. The big ol' honking bottle of Aqua Net I carried in high school would most likely cause some kind of back outage today. Progress people.

PS: I have had a monster MO-FO of a headache at the back of my head/neck for the last 4 days.  I probably have an aneurysm and minutes to live. Matt thinks I have "blog neck." He is gonna feel bad when I keel over.

Louis V. and Me

I have mentioned Louis V. right?

We are inseparable.

I am talking bout my purse ya'll.  I got him at the ARC in Denver. Is he real?  Prolly not. Do I care? Prolly not. Is anyone impressed?  Well, there was this one lady at the library. And by "lady" I mean a 12 year old girl.

I am always asking Matt "have you seen Louis?  I  have got to find him before we leave."  Or he will say "don't forget Louis."

So I thought I would show you my main man. Oh, there are others. I mean lots and lots of others. But Louis and I are tight.

 Lets take a peek inside shall we?

I wonder why cash and change are not in wallet?  Am I really that lazy?


Don't answer.

I am so proud of myself for the tiny hairspray can. The big ol' honking bottle of Aqua Net I carried in high school would most likely cause some kind of back outage today. Progress people.

PS: I have had a monster MO-FO of a headache at the back of my head/neck for the last 4 days.  I probably have an aneurysm and minutes to live. Matt thinks I have "blog neck." He is gonna feel bad when I keel over.

My Momma is Gonna be Proud of Me

My mom was telling everyone on Sunday (at our Mother's day luncheon) about how a million and a half years ago I won a ribbon at church camp for "CAMPER WITH THE BEST SMILE." I am not making this up. She was telling the story like I had won the Noble Prize or was appointed to the damn Supreme Court. Hello? I was eleven and I have done one or two things since then that are a little more (in my opinion) noteworthy. Is that all you got? Really?  I must be super lame. The hilarious part is that she kept saying I was "nominated" for the award. And I am like-- was I just nominated or did I actually win? Because I think that to be first runner up to "Best Smile" is really not that impressive. Winning such a prestigious award on the other hand . . . She claims I won.  I am going to have to verify all of this in the scrapbook annals.

So anyway, today I thought "what the hell?" I will just award myself to make up for my apparent lack of achievement these past 30 years. Give my mom something to brag about.
 
Before I get on to the formal presentation, I must set this up:

At the mother's day lunch, we had tons of fresh vegetables. On Monday, I turned the leftovers into a delicious chicken pot pie. I even made the crust. Very Martha of me. So I awarded myself.

Drum-roll please.

Since I used leftovers, I gave myself a green ribbon too. Mother nature is smiling sweetly at me.

Now my mom can say "That Lori is such a good cook. In fact, her chicken pot pie won a blue ribbon." I am sure she will tell this to someone who really gives a crap, like the checker at Wal-Mart.   By the way, my mom is a Republican so she may not be overly impressed with my Green Ribbon.

Go ahead and feel free to give yourself an award. There are no rules. Let me know if you do bestow an award upon yourself, so me and my mom can brag on you too. (that is how they say it in Oklahoma-- "brag on").

PS: There is an ugly side to awards that I should mention. All was not fun and games in my award history. My gymnastics coach had a "special" award for yours truly at our annual banquet back in 1980 (when I was 12).  He presented me with the "BIG MOUTH AWARD" complete with chattering teeth.

Jerk. I am still mad about that one.  Luckily, my mom doesn't go around telling that story.

My Momma is Gonna be Proud of Me

My mom was telling everyone on Sunday (at our Mother's day luncheon) about how a million and a half years ago I won a ribbon at church camp for "CAMPER WITH THE BEST SMILE." I am not making this up. She was telling the story like I had won the Noble Prize or was appointed to the damn Supreme Court. Hello? I was eleven and I have done one or two things since then that are a little more (in my opinion) noteworthy. Is that all you got? Really?  I must be super lame. The hilarious part is that she kept saying I was "nominated" for the award. And I am like-- was I just nominated or did I actually win? Because I think that to be first runner up to "Best Smile" is really not that impressive. Winning such a prestigious award on the other hand . . . She claims I won.  I am going to have to verify all of this in the scrapbook annals.

So anyway, today I thought "what the hell?" I will just award myself to make up for my apparent lack of achievement these past 30 years. Give my mom something to brag about.
 
Before I get on to the formal presentation, I must set this up:

At the mother's day lunch, we had tons of fresh vegetables. On Monday, I turned the leftovers into a delicious chicken pot pie. I even made the crust. Very Martha of me. So I awarded myself.

Drum-roll please.

Since I used leftovers, I gave myself a green ribbon too. Mother nature is smiling sweetly at me.

Now my mom can say "That Lori is such a good cook. In fact, her chicken pot pie won a blue ribbon." I am sure she will tell this to someone who really gives a crap, like the checker at Wal-Mart.   By the way, my mom is a Republican so she may not be overly impressed with my Green Ribbon.

Go ahead and feel free to give yourself an award. There are no rules. Let me know if you do bestow an award upon yourself, so me and my mom can brag on you too. (that is how they say it in Oklahoma-- "brag on").

PS: There is an ugly side to awards that I should mention. All was not fun and games in my award history. My gymnastics coach had a "special" award for yours truly at our annual banquet back in 1980 (when I was 12).  He presented me with the "BIG MOUTH AWARD" complete with chattering teeth.

Jerk. I am still mad about that one.  Luckily, my mom doesn't go around telling that story.