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Today's post is from Jordan at Now If You'll Just Turn Your Kaleidoscope... She was very brave to confess this here on LambAround. Hopefully you won't judge her too harshly, especially as I have been a secret picker for years. Maybe, just maybe, we will be accepted by society one day! Also, be sure to leave a comment so you'll be eligible to  Win A Le Creuset Stock Pot!  Yes, my dear readers, I do plan to remind you until the cows come home :p My name is Jordan and I'm a picker. There. I've said it. Try as hard as I might to resist picking I cannot do it. I've been like this as long as I can remember. It's turned into an addiction, I can't just stop. It's not even that fun anymore, just something I am compelled to do to make it through the day. It started out innocently enough, as a child my mother and I would search through bags of potato chips looking for 'good ones' - c'mon you know what I mean, the folded, extra

Thank you, thank you to Tanya at  A Taste of T  for providing this guest post. Quick tidbit: She has the  cutest  little dog with the  cutest  little name, Bowser!  Tanya, you have strengthened my resolve to never, ever set foot inside a gym. Weird Day at the Gym By Tanya Munoz I’m going to tell you a tale about my day at the gym.  It started a little something like this… I suspect choosing the locker right next to a girl, when there's a million other lockers open, is like choosing the urinal right next to the guy peeing.    Cause this morning the empty locker room was anyone's choice.    You could choose any section to get dressed and be naked...and this grandma chose RIGHT NEXT TO ME.     I mean, there are benches and benches, lockers and lockers and lockers and she chose locker 24...mine was 23.    Then she asked if I could move my gym bag on the bench...there were a million other benches...empty benches.    Well, since she was so attracted to me, I decided t

Today's post was written by my fabulous guest blogger, Val at Sew Not My Day. LOL, I have to admit that this isn't exactly what I was expecting when I put the call out for guest bloggers, but to be fair, I did say any topic would be fine. You'll understand what I mean when you get to the end. Oh, the ducks. The poor, poor ducks! Duck Duck Goose! Once upon a time, when I was just a very young girl… I lived on a hobby farm.  My dad had a full time job in sales but enjoyed tooling around on his tractor on the weekends…  I learned how to drive by first driving that tractor and pulling a flatbed wagon while my dad and brother bailed hay. It brings back great memories of when my dad would disc the field and one of my sisters and myself would sit on the back of the tractor dragging our heels in the freshly turned cool dirt.  Our job was to watch out for milk weeds, run yank them out of the earth, then climb back on the back of the tractor so Dad wouldn’t have to stop.

I'll never admit that I'm currently away on vacation. That said, the post below was written by my nifty guest blogger, Tina Lane. Tina Lane originally posted this with a generic "Sexy Nerd" photo from a site with free photos. There can only be one Sexy Nerd on this blog though! Besides, it's hard to beat something like this when looking for a photo of a nerd (I'm saying this WITH LOVE, of course! Mwah, Sexy Nerd!) I was visiting one of my new favorite blogs, Dry as Toast,when I glimpsed Dorkys, the fearless blog owner and karaoke singer, wearing a shirt that proclaimed: "No Boyfriend, No Problems." I kind of have to agree. Even though I am a happily married woman now, I was never really a huge fan of the boyfriend movement. I am surprised that us ladies, in all of or our collective wisdom, have allowed this term to continue on unadulterated for so long. The word "boyfriend" is ambiguous at best and seems to serve some purpose o