Do you know what a polliwog is? me neither but for some reason it was the first word that popped into my head when trying to think of a title.
I will be right back...have to go have a learning moment...
Okay...maybe I did know because after learning that "polliwog" is another name for "tadpole" I realized that was a tidbit of knowledge I did have stored back in the recesses of my brain...the dusty part of the brain that doesn't get visited very often and still uses candles and torches instead of light bulbs and flashlights. I should go clean up in there sometime.
However, I did just learn that I can call a sailor that has not crossed the equator a polliwog as well. I wonder if it is an insult...like "oooooh you have never crossed the equator you stupid, baby polliwog"...how rude. Or it is a name a sailor might like...like "oh you lucky polliwog...never having to cross the equator...I would give anything to not to have to cross the equator... you old polliwog you." yeah...highly doubt that it is either.
But since I piqued your interest and you are now about all things polliwog, you can visit this blog http://polliwogscakewalk.blogspot.com/...I am a little worried though because she has not posted since June 13th, 2009...do you think maybe it is because polliwog is no longer a tadpole anymore?...maybe we can find her at frogscakewalk or toadscakewalk...let me go check...nope...my theories are disproved. But good news...those blog addresses are available!
Speaking of polliwogs...you can also spell is pollywog...mine is snuggling up on the couch with me watching cartoons. We had to gracefully bow out of church today because my little tadpole has a gross sounding cough and slime dripping from his nose...oh excuse me...it isn't "slime" it is "mucous".
Ooh a Bumpit commercial is on...every time I see it I am convinced I need to order one. My hair, while poofy, does not have natural, good looking, volume. I think I could benefit from a bump. Guaranteed though I would be walking through the grocery store with my perfectly bumped hair and everyone would be staring in envy...only to hear a a gasp as the Bumpit slides down my scalp crashing the floor and bouncing underneath the clothing rack...where I would undoubtedly jump into to hide the shame...only to peek out and see a crowd of people frowning at me, arms folded and tapping their toes in a scolding manner. Then the manager would angrily thrust his pointed finger towards the door...where I would have to slump out, head down, Bumpit in hand as everyone watches the poor, flat haired lady walk out of the store with less than she came in with...cause she lost her dignity inside.
Or even worse...I imagine putting the Bumpit on my head...laying my hair over it in perfect bumpitness...only to pass by the freezer section and see that my fine hair parted around it and there is sits...revealing all of its fake bumpness glory...my own little crown of degradation...so that is why I got so many looks...I thought they just liked my hair's altitude.
And that my friends...is why I have refrained from ordering the Bump-It.
Well none of my blogging intentions came to fruition this time around...but what a learning experience it has been. I will be back later to blog about what I actually came to blog about...I will try harder to keep my focus next time.
Wait...I should add a picture to at least make this whole ordeal worth your while.
I wish! This is the Bump-It of all Bump-Its and I cannot afford it...even if it is 4 easy payments.