The past couple of days I've been blaming the lack of original posts on the pain in my ear. So now my ear doesn't hurt anymore, and I guess I have to admit that I have the dreaded Blogger's Block. I know I'm not the only one. I've seen lots of you guys talk about being in a funk and not knowing what to post. I myself, have nothing to post, but I don't want to just not type something. I have to say SOMETHING. I need to be heard! I just don't know what I have to say that's worth hearing... but dammit - I'll spout something out. This one post may very well be the "Seinfeld" post. You know - the post about Nothing. Cause that's what I have ... Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I mean... I could post pictures of me as a little kid - but then I would be subjecting you to views like this:

Ack. Check. out. that. dress. This was Christmas when I was four. I actually ASKED for that dress, because I wanted to be just like Laura Ingalls Wilder. Never mind that I have NO HAIR. This is a natural occurrence after your 6 year old sister convinces you to play "Beauty Shop" with real scissors. And the rug?? Did you notice the Austin Powers orange shag rug that is clashing ever so violently with my aqua Not-Very-Little-House-On-the-Prairie looking dress? Yep. That's the 70's for you. High fashion sense abounded then... let me tell you.

But yeah... I have nothing to post. So I'll leave you with yet ANOTHER joke received in my e-mail...

A man and his wife were spending the day at the zoo. She was wearing a loose fitting, pink dress, sleeveless with straps. He was wearing his usual jeans and T-shirt. As they walked through the ape exhibit, they passed in front of a large, silverback gorilla.Noticing the wife, the gorilla went crazy. He jumped on the bars, andHolding on with one hand and 2 feet he grunted and pounded his chest with his free hand. He was obviously excited at the pretty lady in the pink dress.The husband, noticing the excitement, thought this was funny. He suggested that his wife tease the poor fellow some more by puckering her lips and wiggling her bottom. She played along and the gorilla got even more excited, making noises that would wake the dead. Then the husband suggested that she let one of her straps fall to show a little more skin.She did... And the gorilla was about to tear the bars down."Now... Show your thighs and sort of fan your dress at him," he said. This drove the gorilla absolutely crazy, and he started doing flips.Then the husband grabbed his wife, ripped open the door to the cage, flung her in with the gorilla and slammed the cage door shut."Now. Tell him you have a headache."

**Quick Edit**

Yeah, I know I just posted about not having anything to say and then I hop back on here to say yet more nothing... but I have a question, Why is it that sometimes when you light a cigarette it smells like weed? I swear, I just lit one, and I thought I was gonna have to turn on Reggae music and wear a Jamaican hat. I'm just sayin'.