Just call me fluffy

When I started my blog a year ago, I really thought I'd be blogging about serious thoughts.
It never materialized. Not really.

As I journey through Blogger by clicking the "Next Blog" button, I've discovered a theme;
to be "Profound".

Some read like news articles spouting for or against topics - well and good for many.
Some are from the youngers in generation - peer politics and pressures - valuable outlet as long as they remain anonymous - safety, you know?
Some reach out to others to give or ask for support.
Some are .... explicit - I zip right past those (peeking out from between my fingers)

Mostly they are one thing - SERIOUS

Do you know what my favorite part of the newspaper is?
I'm sure you can and have.
Yes, the comics.
You realize the reason for them being there , right?
Comedic foils. A breath of fresh air. A lightening of the mood.

Let's face it, the newspaper is full of serious topics. Sometimes the pictures are disturbing. The Comic pages provide balance and are a mental innoculation against the taint left by reading about man's failures to control the ID.

So , when I can, I post fluffy.

Doesn't mean that I'm intellectually fluffy, just that I chose not to be serious.
When I do post "serious" topics, they must mean a lot to me ... for example, the post about the bully. That struck a chord with many readers - and their shared stories were heartbreaking and inspirational all at the same time because they are survivors. Go and check their blogs and look where they are in life now! Successful, confident in who they are - but never losing sight of how they were affected - passing on those lessons of strength and how to "deal" to their own kids.

Doing such posts can provide validation to my efforts, but equally important is the value of a smile, a good feeling , a lightening of heart or an outright chuckle.
Sometimes these "serious bloggers" need a break. My hope and thrill would be that my blog could serve that purpose every once and awhile.

No particular theme - a patchwork of oddities , if you will.
Therefore, just call me 'fluffy'.
Or City Chickie, or Spider Dancer LOL!
( my only two blogger inspired nicknames)

For for bizarre fluff, silly fluff, stupid fluff or lusty fluff, I' m there.

WHO SAID MEN AREN'T SENSITIVE
A woman meets a gorgeous man in a bar.
They talk, they connect and they end up leaving together.
They get back to his apartment and she notices that his bedroom is completely packed with sweet cuddly teddy bears.
Hundreds of cute small bears on a shelf all the way along the floor,
cuddly medium-sized ones on a shelf a little higher, and huge enormous bears on the top shelf along the wall.
The woman is surprised that this guy would have a collection of teddy bears,
especially one that's so extensive, but she decides not to mention this to him, and actually is quite impressed by his sensitive side.

She turns to him... they kiss... and then they rip off each other's clothes....
After an intense night of passion with this sensitive guy,
they are lying there together in the afterglow, the woman rolls over and asks,
smiling, "Well, how was it?"....................

The guy says:.............................................................
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"Help yourself to any prize from the bottom shelf."
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Maybe It’s the Float

A WIFE walked into the house and told her husband, “There’s water in the carburetor.”
“You don’t know the difference between a carburetor and a generator,” he huffed. “Where’s the car?”
She shrugged. “At the bottom of the lake.”
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Simmer Down

MAN does not live by bread alone. He has to handle some hot potatoes, know his onions, be worth his salt and try not to reach the boiling point. It’s little wonder that man is constantly in a stew.
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Subject: The Milking Machine

A farmer ordered a high-tech milking machine.
Since the equipment arrived when his wife was out of town, he decided to test it on himself first.
So, he inserted his "manhood" into the equipment, turned on the switch and everything else was automatic.
Soon, he realized that the equipment provided him with much more pleasure than his wife did.
When the fun was over, though, he quickly realized that he couldn't remove the
instrument from his 'member'.
He read the manual but didn't find any useful information on how to disengage himself.
He tried e very button on the instrument, but still without success.
Finally, he decided to call the supplier's Customer Service Hot Line with his cell phone
(Thank god for cell phones!).

"Hello, I just bought a milking machine from your company.
It works fantastic, but how do I remove it from the cow's udder?"

"Don't worry," replied the customer service rep,

"The machine will release automatically once it's collected two gallons."


Oh, I bet the last one made you groan, right? *giggle*
Have a great Thursday!