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cheekyredhead The Famous Cheekyredhead Arrives! May 6, 2009 3:44 PM I am probably the most naive person on the internet. For years I have been quietly typing away, spewing out articles, stories and goofy commentaries on only three websites, happily going about my business, making tons of friends and hoping that I was perhaps the best kept secret. I have actively guarded that secret and kept it from my family. Why? Privacy of course…okay insecurity. How about privacy AND insecurity? Have any of you ever “Googled” your name or alias? It never occurred to me because I apparently live under a rock, but tonight my husband asked me if anyone had ever asked permission to forward any of my articles or stories. Of course this has happened a few times and I will freely admit that it stroked my ego..it felt Real Good. I have made it a habit of asking permission from an author when I have reposted something wonderful that simply had to be shared. I always carefully made sure the original author was given credit and gave links to the original source. Everyone has been great about it. Authors love sharing stories because that is what it is about. Well, my IT guru husband and I “Googled” my alias “Cheekyredhead” and found some really remarkable things. A nice lady that is “all about yarn and weaving” seems to share my alias as well as a few porn stars. Aside from that shock I sat back and viewed the vastness of the internet and saw that my little articles, stories and general goofiness has been forwarded, book-marked, and reposted to “infinity and beyond” now making me feel a bit silly about my perception that I was maybe a tiny treasure here on this site. I suppose the bigger irony is that I have been so careful to keep my stories from my family, as if I were a child guarding a secret box of chocolates. It has made me consider why I kept them so close to me, failing to share them with the people I care deeply about. Writing can be a deeply personal thing. My stories and articles are often based on fact and well embellished with a healthy dose of imagination. These little stories and articles are the essence of me while also both fiction and folly. Was I afraid of some haunting great big critical red pen to be wielded against my little stories? Perhaps it is insecurity, but the opinions of those close to me are highly valued and I may have been a little hesitant to be given that "brutal honesty" I am sometimes so famous for. Does anyone want to be told that the little stories they feel so guilty about hiding are in fact possibly pure rubbish? Wow, I guess I do not give those I love enough credit—where is the trust—where is the love? I know that is what you were thinking. It is hysterically funny actually. I never realized I was so insecure. The evidence of my insecurity is astounding and overwhelming...heck it is all over the internet! Well, today I made a great big girl step into the realm of honesty I value so much. Yes, this Cheekyredhead is coming out of the closet for all to see. I am walking out into the open for the sun to shine on my smiling face as I announce proudly that I am THE original Cheekyredhead! What the heck does that mean anyway? I guess it means that I am ready to actually to take the credit for my writing, goofy banter and silliness. I will confess that I was bewildered, shocked and very pleased that people have thought enough of my writing to forward it and share with others. That means so much to me! One of my favorite people in the whole world once said, “You love me, You really love me!” and that of course was Sally Fields. While I have never accomplished what she has, I know that feeling now and it is real and it is sweet and also scary. I will settle of course for “You like me, You really like me!” because I am not picky. The bottom line here is that phrase has new meaning to me. Thank you...REALLY… THANK YOU! I am so excited I am screaming. I am sorry. Am I famous? I am so excited! My first public appearance was a very nervous experience. I was terrified that nobody would be there—that all my friends on line would evaporate and suddenly not exist. All the skills I had honed and worked on in our local Toastmasters club went out the window. With sweaty palms and a ball of nerves, I contemplated whether an empty room would be as mortifying as one full of big expectations… I took a deep breath and I ran out yelling “You like me…YOU REALLY LIKE ME!” and then the laughter began. I felt so loved, liked and needed. What more could anyone ask for? I never thought anything would ever be as good as chocolate (except my husband of course) but nothing and I do mean nothing can match someone asking for your autograph! I don’t care if it was a 7 year old! These are my fans! Then my husband convinced me to finally come back in the house. He insists the internet is not the vastness of the evening sky in my front yard and apparently I was just hustled by a brownie scout for three dozen cookies. (I do remember signing something) I suppose announcing my success to the neighbors as they pulled out their trash cans does not equal a press conference. It was a great little piece of heaven for five minutes and perhaps a lifetime of embarrassment in the future. Darn. Was that my five minutes of fame? My neighbors now know me as that crazy redhead lady at the end of the cul-de-sac. On line people know me as the “Cheekyredhead” and a few publishers know me as Cheeky Powell, but now all of you know me here as the most naïve person on the internet. Yep..That is the real me, but I have always been real. Really…I am serious. Yes- all real, no inter-changeable plastic parts, this is all me. My superhero costume is being made. My laptop eagerly awaits its next punishment and somewhere there are three dozen Girl Scout cookies with my name on them. They deliver right? Of course all my adoring fans can have an autograph…but they will have to find me first. There is no scheduled repeat performance in my front yard but if you wait a couple months I will I have plenty of cookies to share.

cheekyredhead Hey Look! It is a Buttloaf! Apr 25, 2009 12:36 AM Look! There is a buttloaf! Yep right there for everyone to see. Pointing and laughing is not beneath me and I do that every opportunity I can. Soon you will too. Every day for months, I have sat in the parking lot waiting to pick up my daughter from high school and I have seen these teenage boys with their butts hanging out over the top of the pants. Now, I asked my daughter why they do this and she is just as mystified as I am. It is just strange. No wonder there are never pants that fit me in the store—these skinny teenage boys are wearing them safety pinned to t-shirts so the crotch is between their knees. They wobble like penguins across the parking lot. When someone sees purposeful bizarre behavior it simply begs to be made fun of. On the way home I mentioned to my daughter that these boys with their hiney hanging out were simply hysterical. Those baggy and puffy boxers look like they have a loaf of bread stuffed in the back of their pants … or rather it is hanging out the back of those pants. Let’s face it … they have no butt so it may be an actual loaf of bread for all we know. It was at this moment that the term ”Buttloaf” was born! The human female is subjected to all sorts of strange character affiliations based on all sorts of imagination. Who among us has heard the dreaded “muffin top” or the “camel toe” reference uttered … or cringed in fear at that thought? We all have had those nightmares due to mere whispers of “cottage cheese thighs” and the dreaded “chair-butt” syndrome. To be fair—when one is suffering from any of these afflictions it is usually out of ignorance or denial. It is rarely purposeful bizarre fashion disasters … unlike BUTTLOAF Boy! There is buttloaf everywhere. It is hilarious to see a kid inflicted with ”Buttloaf Syndrome” trying to crawl into a hyped-up truck while trying to hold his pants up. Watching them on skate boards is a huge point and laugh moment. Today we saw two “Buttloaf” boys running to catch a bus. One lost his backpack while trying to get a hold onto his pants, the other fell as he could not get his leg into the bus as it was hampered by the crotch of his pants! We all yelled “BUTTLOAF” and yes … it was hilarious! It is hysterically hilarious! Please explain it to me and we will quit pointing and laughing. At this point it became a game of “Find the Buttloaf” and while in a crowd, “Where is Buttloaf?” We played the game all day as we shopped for groceries, and did errands. Buttloaf is everywhere. We had a wonderful day until we went and picked up my thirteen-year-old stepson. When he came out to the car we yelled “BUTTLOAF!” Why? Because there he was—my sweet stepson and he has Buttloaf. He got really mad, and I was sincerely sorry that he was mad...but when ya got Buttloaf … that is a voluntary affliction. I am hoping that he will pull his pants up before he falls and breaks his nose...because that would not be funny. A big red nose and baggy pants ... hmmm … isn’t that a clown? Seriously, I just hope it never goes there because I will have to laugh. Who wouldn’t?

cheekyredhead Top Five Things I Hate to Admit Apr 23, 2009 4:14 PM "Top Five Things I Hate to Admit" of course must be shared. Just what are they anyway? I thought about sharing mine and then ask you to share yours. You'd be surprised at what people would not share, and that is the point right? Hmmm...should it be the top things I wouldn't share anywhere...or just on-line...or the ones which appear to be common sense? Okay...deep breath...here I go: 1) "Flatulent Indecision." Yes I am admitting that often I have trouble making a decision. It isn't just big life-changing decisions but also what to make for dinner (why do I always have to decide) and then of course the "What to wear" decision which haunts many of us. You see, I think of this ailment as one that damages my character. Making decisions for others has always been so easy, but when it is ME I suddenly freeze up. Admitting this character flaw as one of the "top five things I never like to admit" will perhaps free me from the evil bondage of "Flatulent Indecision." 2) "Spontaneous Spending" is the sister to "Flatulent Indecision" because when faced with a decision between two things like "Red or Black Pumps" the easy way to deal with it is to simply buy both and then of course remember to repeat to yourself the fact that they were on sale so you'd have been stupid not to get both. Try explaining this to my husband when I brought home two sets of patio furniture instead of one, because we do have a large extended family, they were on sale, and it was too good a deal to pass up. Please ignore the man asking what was wrong with the patio furniture we already had. 3) "Queen of Rationalization" is the crown I wear because I am so good at both "Flatulent Indecision" and "Spontaneous Spending." Of course we all need that wonderful gadget that man is screaming at us about on TV but I won't buy it. Nope. You won't get me to run and get my credit card. I hate gadgets because I have to clean them. My husband is relieved. BUT...Cosmetics, miracle creams, and fountains of youth---get out of my way because "I need it!" Need is always a priority over "want" and "But" is the favorite word used by this "Queen of Rationalization." It is my crown. 4) "Most likely to be liked" is a title I wish I could wear on a sign around my neck. "They like me...they really like me!" Sure Sally Fields may have said something like that first- but I borrow it often. Every time someone puts a comment on an article I have written I do a jig like a little school girl. You cannot imagine the party I threw when they put my first article on the front page. You'd think I won the lottery. I am admitting this because it sincerely makes me so happy every time it happens. If you see some Cheekyredhead dancing about and singing "They like me....they really like me!" just smile and nod...because you know why I am so giddy. Many of you probably can relate to this as well because, "I like you--I really like you!" We all know how it feels to be validated and we actively seek it. Spell check validates me every time it states “no mistakes” and I really do dance a jig. I celebrate everything. You should too. 5) "Brutal Honesty for a Fee" Okay, I never charge for brutal honesty because it is never nice to give it, and it is even more painful to get. The point I am making here is that often brutal honesty is something we need. I know I need it. When I am way off base my friends do not hesitate to pull me back to the earth and face-to-face with that ugly monster. My best friend and I have a pact to always be brutally honest with each other. She does tell me my butt really IS that big in those pants and YES I really do tell her that zit is the first thing everyone will notice. Brutal Honesty is never free. We all pay a price. The great thing is often we are better because of it. I am admitting I am not perfect, but then none of us are. We are a work in progress. If you ask for honesty I will give it and it does not imply you must agree with me. Honesty is a stepping stone for growth. As long as it isn’t my butt growing or my nose I am a very happy person. Whew! There is all of the “Top Five Things I Hate to Admit.” I have admitted them here hoping that they will not be such a cross to carry in the future. Perhaps this is the start of a 5-step program to self modification? Nope. It is just an opportunity to see we are human. I am a woman with flatulent indecision that has an affliction of spontaneous spending, and I am the reigning queen of rationalization. I do hope to be the “most likely to be liked” and never enjoy brutal honesty but I see the great value in it. Yep-I am human. Are there any more of us out there? I triple-dog-dare you to tell us what you hate to admit! Of course that may just be a trick to get you to post a comment so I can dance another jig. I have been working on my big butt and my best friend assures me that dancing a jig is exercise….so make me dance!

Iveenia Legal and Logical --- at its best!!!!‏ Apr 5, 2009 1:25 PM Fm my friend Sukhwinder - India After having failed his exam in "Logistics and Organization", a student goes and confronts his lecturer about it. Student: "Sir, do you really understand anything about the subject?" Professor: "Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a professor!" Student: "Great, well then I would like to ask you a question. If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my mark as is and go. If you however do not know the answer, I want you give me an "A" for the exam. " Professor: "Okay, it's a deal. So what is the question?" Student: "What is legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal?" Even after some long and hard consideration, the professor cannot give the student an answer, and therefore changes his exam mark into an "A", as agreed. Afterwards, the professor calls on his best student and asks him the same question. He immediately answers: "Sir, you are 63 years old and married to a 35 year old woman, which is legal, but not logical. Your wife has a 25 year old lover, which is logical, but not legal. The fact that you have given your wife's lover an "A", although he really should have failed, is neither legal, nor logical."

Iveenia Quotes abt Marriage & Relationships Mar 31, 2009 3:16 PM When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. [David Bissonette] After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together. [Sacha Guitry] By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. [Socrates] Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. [Anonymous] The great question.... which I have not been able to answer... is, 'What does a woman want? [Dumas] I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. [Sigmund Freud] 'Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.' [Anonymous] 'There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage.' [Sam Kinison] 'I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't.' [James Holt McGavra] Two secrets of husband, to keep your marriage brimming: 1.. Whenever you're wrong, admit it. 2. Whenever you're right, shut up. [Patrick Murra] The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once... [Nash] You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. [Anonymous] My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. [Henny Youngman] A good wife always forgives her husband when she is wrong. [Rodney Dangerfield] A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: 'Wife wanted'. Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.' [Anonymous] First Guy (proudly): 'My wife's an angel!' Second Guy: 'You're lucky, mine's still alive.' [Anonymous]

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Hi Friends - One of the great things I love about team sugar is that it is uplifting. I love reading the humor sites with Giggle Sugar and Giggle Girl, and I love reading the jokes we all share. Laughter is good medicine as they say, it raises the Serotonin chemistry levels in our brains and makes us feel good. I often get funny emails from my friends and would like to share some with you. As Victor Borge says "Laughter is The Closest Distance Between Two People". This group is for people who love to laugh and who love to share laughter.