Showing posts with label blog virus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blog virus. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Blog Virus Alert!




I was going to come and update you on Steve Holt!, only to find I'd been tagged by Angi at Free Rein Art.

Now, in the past I believe I complained enough about all the tagging blog viruses going on and eventually managed to create an immunity whereby people have left me alone. Angi, however, decided to tempt fate. But as this is a game of photo tag, I won't complain!

The game is this: Find the 6th folder and then the 6th photo from that folder in your files and post it.

How simple is that?

Wait...I've got more folders inside my folders!

Let's see...we'll start with the Mom folder, then count down six to the Brigget folder

...one, two, three...wait, here it is, six more folders to the Creepiness folder...


three, four five...photo number six from Brigget's Creepiness!




Creepiness to end all Creepiness...


My friend Brigget has a barn (eieio), and in that barn is something creepy (eieieo)... Actually, there are a lot of creepy things in Brigget's barn, but the creepiest of creepies is that thing above. For the longest time we didn't know just what it was, although there were little creepy spider legs and bodies shoved inside of it. They are scattered all over in the loft of Brigget's barn...the Loft Of All Things Creepy, as it came to be known the summer we found these creepy little gems.

It took some research, but in the end we discovered they were wasp larvae; the wasps would bring spiders to their young to feed them. Or something like that. All I know is I hate spiders with a passion, and each time I'd climb into the loft I'd be confronted with these and other creepy things. Like a noose hanging from the rafters. Yeah...that was creepy, too, since it hadn't always been there.

Not everything at Brigget's is creepy, though. Some things are super dee duper cute, like the little icelandic ewe lamb she's holding below.


Now, to tag six more unsuspecting souls...

Froglander (because I know you've got so much spare time, girl!)

Mustang Saga

Two Appaloosas and a Mustang

Stormy Ranch

Pony Girl

Eliminator PP

What, you've been subjected to this blog virus once already? Heh...well, tag, you're it...again!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Cough...sniff, wheeze, sneeze...

Click to Mix and Solve


You know how it is this time of year. Colds, flus and other nasty viruses floating around. The coughing, wheezing, sneezing gotta drink a bottle of nyquil winter nights are definitely upon us. Is there anything worse than having the kids call you Rudolph or your husband asking you to please put a paper bag over your head so he doesn't have to look at your baggy eyes, matted hair and the mucus running out of your nose?

Well, yes. Yes, there is. It's the internet's own Blogging Virus, which knows no boundaries or borders. There are no vaccinations; it runs rampant year 'round, zig zagging it's way at lightening speed across the globe, infecting unsuspecting bloggers when they least expect it. Last year I recall having come in contact with it at least 4 times, each time it demanded that I post 7 things people didn't know about me. Come on now, I'm a blogger! What secrets are kept? I kiss and tell daily! You've seen me at my worst...from my 8 second ride on Jet to the nasty bruises left by Sandy.

Thankfully that virus ran it's course and we all appear to be immune now... Or are we? I'm just a little bored today, so I'm about to infect a few people. Are you ready? Here's what I want to know:

1) Where did you go riding this week?
2) Your most embarrassing moment on horseback.
3) What's your favorite piece of tack?
4) Do you collect anything horsey?
5) What's your least favorite aspect of horse ownership?

Naturally, I expect photos to go along with this virus.

Now...who to infect? Let's see... How about:

Karyn from BlackFyre Farms
Linda at Beautiful Mustang
Karen at Life At The Roughstring

The rules are simple enough...just answer the questions honestly, then pass the virus on to someone else. After all, what's the fun of getting sick if you can't make someone else just as miserable as yourself?