Yee-haw! The sheriffs over yonder in Blogtown have reckoned it’s about time for a good old-fashioned round-up.

Right, that’s about all the Southern twang you MF’s are getting from me on this glorious Friday.

But E, why is this particular Friday so glorious?

I’ll tell you why, you MF’s. Because in one week, I will be an official hero. No longer will I have to come up with lame excuses to wear my cape in public. This time next week, I will be a true, bone-fide hero when the Zero to Hero Challenge Mission Whatever Thingy will have been completed, and then… Well then you MF’s need to watch out.

But E, why do you keep calling us motherf*#kers? We’re not against you in your quest for the cape!

MF’s in this post stands for Marvelous Folks, you dumb motherf*#kers. Geez. Just because this post is called “Yippy-ki-yay MF’s” and there’s a photo of Bruce Willis from the film Die Hard when he says, “Yippy-ki-yay, MotherF*#kers,” as my header, doesn’t mean I would insult you marvelous folks. I am hurt and offended. The only thing that can make this better, is following the links I’m about to post as part of today’s Zero to Hero challenge. Or cash. I also accept cash.

Today’s challenge: Publish a roundup post that posts to at least three other blogs, and tell us why you love the posts — and why we should read ‘em.

Is it me, or did they use the word post a lot, there? It was also worded a little weird so I tried to fix it. Anyway, here we go.

You may or may not be aware that I started my online writing career on a different page. I had different ideas of how to go about the whole blogging thing and started out over at Bohemian Playground.

One of my, for lack of a better word, insanely conservative, borderline tea-party nut, gun fanatic, and consistent misspeller of “you’re”, friends on Facebook, posted something today that infuriated me as I was reading it. I thought about doing a blog about it and pointing out everything that was wrong with so many of the sentences in the article, first on his FB page, then here at The Playground.

Then I got to thinking…

I have a pretty fun little community rocking here. Those of you that come here, and play with me…well, we have an understanding now. I ramble about random things happening in my life in a barely coherent manner, and you laugh at me..I mean with me. I keep politics and personal politics out of it for the most part. Something may “accidentally” slip in somewhere, and by “accidentally” I mean completely on purpose as identified by the quotes, indicating sarcasm, but for the most part, I keep it clean. Except for the nipples.

As a direct result, I’ve decided to revamp the Bohemian Playground. Have a peek over there. The tagline should sum up pretty clearly if it’s for you or not. If it is, there’s not too many posts there so have a look around and feel free to follow. If I get up to 30 followers by the end of the day, I’ll treat you to a new rant. And don’t worry..the rants are still ranted in full on E style. Now I feel like I’ve used the word rant too many times in the same thought. Here’s one of my favorites about Europeans who like to stare at you as if they were tunneling into the center of your brain.

Now just because I’m a bleeding liberal hippy, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy sinking my canine teeth into a big, juicy (cheese)steak. **Philly/Jersey gal, remember?

Also over at Bohemian Playground, is a link to one of my favorite posts from one of my favorite bloggers, who also happens to be one of my favorite people. Her article entitled, “My Lovely Horse”, sums up my feelings on militant vegans and militant vegetarians everywhere. I am super sympathetic to everyone’s personal beliefs, be it religion, animal rights, or wearing stretch pants with a half top when you’re over the age of 40. It’s all totally fine by me, as long as you don’t push it on me in an aggressive manner. I’m always up for an intelligent conversation and for expanding my horizons but bullying me into wearing stretch pants with a half top over the age of 40, isn’t the way to get me to listen.

Wait…what were we talking about?

Right. Unicorn Rainbow Bunny Kitty Explosions

Edward Hotspur is one of my favorite new finds. I can’t remember if he found me or I found him, but none of it matters because of that post. This guy has kept me laughing out loud for a few days now, and I am not easily amused. Also, I know how to actually write out the words laughing out loud. You guys should try it. It’s really not as time-consuming as one may think. But that lecture is for another post.

I have this blogrole widget thing on the left hand side bar that will link you to some spectacular blogs that I enjoy. I want to try to link to more of my favorite posts from time to time, so if you see something that I’ve written that reminds you of something you’ve written, feel free to send it over so I can have a gander…

Damnit. I’ve gone Southerner again. It’s time for me to go. There’s beer waiting for me at a bar somewhere, I just know it.

Until the next time MF’s! And this time I meant motherf*#kers.