Suck it donkey?

Okay, so many years ago, my nephew's had this toy. It was a plush Shrek toy from the Disney store. If you squeezed its belly, it recited quotes from the movie. So my brother Gooch and I were playing with it one day. We squeezed its belly, and I think it was supposed to say "Stop it Donkey" but what we heard it say was "Suck it donkey". So being the 12 year old children (mentally) that we are, we laughed hysterically. Now when people piss me off I will tell them to "suck it donkey" if I tell you to do something, and you dont want to, I will tell you to "suck it donkey" pretty much, if the situation fits, I will tell you to "suck it donkey" which has kind of become my mantra. My friends use it religiously also so I thought, how fitting for me to name my blog "Suck it donkey" because Im sure I will piss people off at some point in time. However, you are not allowed to tell me to "suck it donkey" on my own blogspot. Unless you are blood related, or named Karen, Denisse, Stacy, Heather or Melissa.

Okay, so that just barely scrapes the surface of who I am. But you will soon get to know and love/hate me. And yes, I do have a brother named Gooch (he would rather we didnt use that childhood nickname anymore, but for blog's sake, he will remain Gooch)

Woohoo, I am officially a blogger. I am full of stories, both new and old, happy and sad, exciting and depressing, but I have been told that no one can tell a story like I can. It probably loses some punch having to write about it rather than tell it out loud, but still. I hope you will read and enjoy!

and I forgot to thank Cheri and Jenn (Pantsie/Panties) for inspiring me to start a blog. Thanks girls. The adventures begin.......