Oh great, she's starting her own blog site.

My new thing: Life cereal with clusters of chocolate covered oats.

I finally have found use for this huge salad bowl!

What am I listening at this very moment: Sweet the Sting, Tori Amos

Why I started this blog: Evidently, I have fans.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*******************

boring things about me:

My blog name is Asherbelle. My birth name is Thor. But people in real life call me Asha. I am married. Again. I have two awesome kids. I am a big-time carnivore. I’m pretty tall. Not like 5’7 above average tall, but a flatfooted 5’11 + ¼” yes ¾” shy of 6’ tall. I’m a scorpio. I’m pretty much evil.

there are so many random neat things about me:

I once had poop on my finger. And I had no choice but to leave it there for 12 minutes, unless I wanted to wipe it on my favorite jeans.

Talking about the poop finger bothers me.

My favorite band in the whole wide world is Pink Floyd.

I color my font all the time.

The title of my blog is stolen from a song, before anyone thinks that I am trying to take credit for coming up with it on my own.

I have a big dog. I have a little dog. I have Two cats. I will introduce each of them in time as they are a constant source of entertainment….and horribleness.

I’m all about eating breakfast for dinner.

I have mad typing skills. I type over 75wpm.

Yeah. It’s on my resume.

THIS NEXT PART IS THUPER IMPORTANT SO YOU DON'T ONE DAY GET PERPLEXED AND WONDER WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE:

In everyday talking, even in real life, I often incorporate my own deliberate lisp into certain words and replace the “s” with the sound of "th". I have done this ever since I saw the movie “Multiplicity” back in 1996.
For example:

thuper = super

thpecial=special

thee monther=sea monster [I use this one a lot]

thweet=sweet

thcared=scared

dithguthing=disgusting

jeebus = jesus, which doesn’t have anything to do with a lisp, unless I use it with… crith. And I will.

Rarely would I replace the ‘s’ in, let’s say, "piss off [you stupid slut]" because If I am saying those things, I probably mean it and am not tryin' to be funny.

oh, I drop the f-bomb. . . . . A lot.

Like... it's fucking ridiculous.

For real.

I do not like to be licked. By a human or non-human.

I have an endless amount of opinions swirling about my head and I will most definitely argue with someone if given a chance.

I have a difficult time spelling the words, definitely, separately, psychic *note, I spelled this word correctly just now. End note* and refrigerator. I used to have a hard time spelling exercise but I seemed to have figured that one out after my excessive use of the spell check. Not so much on the others, though.

I often do not make use of the shift button on my keyboard to capitalize my words so don't bother pointing a finger at my slipshod ways. I already know.

And I don't care how shotty and lazy it looks. This is a blog, for crying out loud.

I at times refer to a thesaurus to find words like “slipshod”.

I don’t wear thong underwear.

Unless, that is, I am wearing white pants. But this is rare because white pants make me look... wide.

I refuse to poop in public bathrooms.

Hell, I practically refuse to poop in my own bathroom.

I am fanatical about the use of proper grammar when I write. And when you write, too, for that matter. A typo is one thing, but please, please, PLEASE learn that: a lot is, in fact, two words; to and too mean completely different things; the word their is possessive whereas there is like:

::in best Homer Simpson voice::

“Oh, I want to be in that rumba,

When the saints go over there.

Oh over there! Oh over there!”

And for the love of Pedro…. Puh’lease do not use a double negative when you speak unless you are trying to be ridiculous. Like I’ll say sometimes: “Well, I don’t NOT eat things that have been on the floor for longer than what the 5 second rule forgives."

Things I’m terrified of: spiders, drowning, being hit by a freight train, death [when and where], clowns, returning in my next life as a plunger.

I often wonder: what it would be like to get a paper cut in your eye; why I am afraid of being hit by a train; about the infinite mysteries and secrets of the cosmos; how many times Kirstie Alley, Janet Jackson, and Oprah Winfrey are each going to loose 76 pounds. I’m not hatin’ on the ladies… I’m just sayin’.

Alrighty then. I think that 'bout sums it up. As my official first blog entry, I just wanted to toss out some tid-bits about me. If you're still with me, I hope you plan on staying for the long haul.

Or I will seek you out. I know people.

I'm not quite sure what I plan on doing with this whole blog thing. But I can tell you that I'm certain some of my entires will be silly, some sad, some profound. I'm a rainbow of colors. Or a rainbow of shit. However you might look at it.

What am I listening to at this particular moment: Don't Panic, Coldplay.

the end. bitches.

a special shout out to my sista' Chloe... I've always wanted an excuse to use Homer's rendition of "When the Saints go Marching in"