WTF? It's a houseplant and a pet, too! But is it housebroken?

Is your 
houseplant 
too potted to move?

If you're like me, you want your houseplant to be more than just a decorative accent for your home décor.

You want a plant that is a pet, too. You want the Tickle Me Plant that moves when you, yes, tickle it.

Does your houseplant just sit in a pile of dirt doing nothing all day?

You water it.

You give it sun.

You even talk to it.

Yet, all the plant does is sit there sucking up your water and your time.
Not the fun-loving Tickle Me Plant. It will even do tricks for you.

Don't believe me? Then, maybe you'll believe the TickleMePlant:

"I am an amazing plant. I will quickly move when you TickleMe. I am a great gift for growing scientists of all ages. I will even fold up and go to sleep at night! . . ."

But don't stop there. Stop at www.TickleMePlant.Com and see . . .

TickleMe Plant Family Pictures!

TickleMe Plant Party Favors

TickleMe Plant Video

If you're not tickled pink by now, go to www.TickleMePlant.com and buy the plant that just want's to have fun, and tickle that!


Thanks to J. Giddy at the Bonehead blog where I first heard about the TickleMePlant in a comment by anonymous. We'll never know who.

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Unscripted Life

Ducking from crows, diving for roadkill in my head

Image via Wikipedia

Quoth 
the ravenous 
rumblings 
of a carnivore





Today's one of those "what day is this?" days.

Clouds outside somehow drift inside and hover overhead no matter where I wander in the house.

Though my wandering is restricted by the square-footage within. I suppose I could venture out the door, but then I would succumb to demonic environmental whims, rendering me numb with cold feet stuck in a slipshod rut, an inevitable shoe-depression sinking deeper in mud.

Can't have that.

At least while at home, my eyes won't be pecked out by crows. Such loud haranguing furry-winged beasts. They flap their wings and caw till the cows come home and the pigs fly south.  I am a sow ambling about in early morning sweats, the image of slothery (if there were such a word), where a free-for-all of time sends my thoughts drifting from a firmer focus between the lines.

I need structure, not chaos, since my mind usually flits about frenetically from thought-to-thought like a pinball bouncing off walls. As bells and whistles split ears and lights flutter for a moment in the heat of possibility, high numbers flash on the screen.

A blink of incremental time, as the ball rolls past slow flipping flappers guarding the goal. Down the ball goes, falling to the end of the line. I know I've got time, but it lingers behind the promise of progress.

Today's WTF Friday.

How apropos since I forgot to include it in the headline.

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Random Thought: Economic Downturn onto Shabby Street

Road 
to nowhere

Shabby Street

 One wrong turn leads to Shabby Street,

where dirt's worth more than foreclosed houses

in the no-parking zone.

Nothing to see but dust settling into cracks

between warped floorboards. No one's home.

That car left a long time ago. Empty rooms.

Toys tossed in a dumpster in the back.

Laughter and dinner conversation died

with the sound of breaking glass.

Only wind stirs inside the walls,
seeping through broken windows that feel no pain,

echoing voices of forgotten names.

Cook’s Crypt: The cooking will kill you, unless the food gets you first

Food Fright













For me, the kitchen is a scary place with sharp, jagged  knives, fire-breathing stove top burners, and a refrigerator door that beeps incessantly when open, driving the most rational person insane.

Even the sink is a slippery slope with a maniacal soap spout that kills innocent bacteria spores frolicking in an ocean of suds. Beneath the suds, the malevolent garbage disposal waits in the shadows to ingest discarded bones and food debris. When it feeds, it makes a horrible grinding sound while devouring its prey into dissolvable bits, until the remains easily slip down the drain.

Demon chefs conjure up diabolical recipes to daze and confuse me. After studying their uninspiring prose for hours, the writing blurs before my eyes. I shut the cookbook and begin spouting intelligible phrases, as if I had succumbed to an evil spell cast upon me by Betty Crocker.

The oven, a combustible chamber of horrors, tries to lure me toward its fiery concave, but I evade it by never using the baking and broiling functions, instead utilizing the safer warm setting for takeout Chinese food.

On Sunday nights, I pay homage to the takeout-food God, who connects me to the houses of foodship. They send their disciples to my door with pungent containers of pre cooked sustenance to ward off the kitchen ghouls. After the food has been consumed, the plastic containers in which the food arrives can be used again-and-again to keep other takeout fresh long after the desire to feed has gone.

Kitchen shelving and drawers are designed for the criminally insane. Carousel devices spin forever in an everlasting rotating hell, harboring containers and tops that never match and inevitably jam in the door or fall and disappear into the black hole at the bottom.

In drawer purgatory, unwanted items, like pet food lids, corkscrews, and bag twists get lost beneath larger plastic ladles and wooden spoons, while the silverware lies oblivious in its frame of invincibility.

The refrigerator, a dark icy tomb, contains different height shelves to delude and confuse. As I attempt to place tall and short food items on appropriate shelving, I panic. I wonder if I can place tall food on a short shelf by laying it on its side next to the smaller defenseless food, i.e., cream cheese and yogurt, which gets forced to the back of the refrigerator where they linger for months, die, and then are reborn again into zombie food that feeds on other refrigerated items during the middle of the night. 

As I write this, I lie awake in bed listening to the open refrigerator door beeping. More kitchen DOAs to retrieve in the morning. Likely, one of the timid, temporary foods, celery, tomatoes, or shredded cheese, have tumbled to their death, as they tried to escape the crushing weight of the hardcore longer-lasting food: Ketchup, Mustard, or 24-oz bottles of Diet Pepsi.

The only solution is to purge the kitchen of its evilness by demolishing the walls and converting it into a takeout food memorial, only keeping the tame, docile microwave that exists to please, and purrs while heating food from the houses of foodship.

Amen!

Do you have a scary kitchen story you'd like to share?

Ask your doctor about Sunday Blogger Spotlight and say no to drugs

Sunday just wouldn't be the same without Sunday Blogger Spotlight, the blogging beat, where the bold, the bodacious, the brightest blogs shine in cyberspace.

Today's Sunday Blogger Spotlight highlights three incredible bloggers with great content and a unique point of view.

Manda blogs about

Manda is such a wonderful inspiration. Her spirit and contribution to the blogosphere is endless. Just stop by Manda blogs about, and you'll see just what she has to offer. From easy to follow html and blogging tips, (that I always save) to where to find the best products for review. She's got it all at Manda blogs about. Please stop by to say hello. You'll be hooked on Manda, too!

Stay @ Home MOM who knew! 

The first word that comes to mind is irreverent. To say G-Zell speaks her mind, would be an understatement. Just read her recent post, Sucks Getting Old, and follow her rant on cartwheels, bladder and back dysfunction, which inevitably leads to jumping Mathew Mcconahey's bones. She's freaking hilarious. Please take a moment to catch the train of G-Zell's wild thoughts on life, and family, and whatever jumps into her head. Stay @ home MOM who knew! We did!

The divine Miss Mommy

She may not have a voice like Bette Midler, but this other Divine Miss M has a blogging voice that sings from the heart. Her honesty is refreshing, and her life is addictive reading, as are her opinions on anything from parenting articles, to giving back to the community, to product reviews. Please stop by The divine Miss Mommy and be charmed by her honest whimsy.


While you're blog hopping around the net, please head over to "Sunday blogger spotlight" at Mom Bloggers Club and help us get the word out on the Blogger Spotlight, where blogging beats flogging and edges tobogganing by a nose.