I have Suitor!!

I am so excited and in a complete tizzy! Some old guy named Brian wrote on his blog that he liked my boring photos that I pride myself on. Ah, babushka, my blushing cheeks! I even linked to his compliment at my special Blog Place that I call "my salon."

Then I write comment to Brian that goes....

Ah, Brian. Brian. Nobody..ever...said anything remotely… (and I know I need to learn how to crop and resize and edit and mask and tint a bit. Some day. I promise nothing.)

Brian, please love me, Brian my little borscht.

More Racism You From Me Get!

Look, here is what I wrote today at 2blowhards place. It is so Me, is it not?

"About people helping each other. I think we all had the taste of how it'll be on comparative examples of how population behaved during hurricanes. Katrina - in NO and Ike - in Tx. Katrina was a disaster, exactly because residents of New Orlean were sitting there helplessly waiting for their government to take care of them, while Texans (devasted not less than NO) took the matter in their own hands."

See? I blame the victims of Katrina! That is just how I roll, babushka.

People Are All Stupid, My Friends

I like to start the arguments on other blogs when I can't start them at my place. I like call my blog "my place" like it's a real place. I am insane, nyet?

Once, I got into it over at another blogger's place, talking about mature women cougars. To prove point, I post a picture of my live journal friend. Then I report that she look better than her own teenage daughter when nude. Uh-oh. How I can know this??

Am I insane? Oh yes, I just told you so. This was trick question. here is my nude friend. Tell not her poor daughter, nyet.

I have no scruples, why should I?

Here, this post is truly outrageous. Posted today, god bless her....
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…to my post of Nov.4:
Was it the same beloved grandmother (before she was thrown under the bus, of course) that might have been called to testify against His Audacity in a lawsuit? Not his Kenyan grandmother?
I think the foul-mouthed journos like the one from Telegraph should be burned, burned at stake :

Obama’s suspension of his campaign, so that he can fly to Hawaii and see his ill grandmother, is a timely reminder to wavering voters that: a) he respects his elders and is a real family guy; b) he’s young enough to have grandparents; and c) he was brought up by white folks, so is probably not an Islamic terrorist. The whole scenario is so perfect that we must hope Obama’s aides did not put strychnine in the old woman’s tea!

To his defense, though, I have to say the piece was written on Oct 22…oh wait, was it an advance hint ?

In any case, what I find sadly missing from the press, amidst all these jubilant celebrations and hosannas, is the reportage from the funeral that The Compassionate One attended - you know, to pay his respect to the woman who raised him. Surely he did, didn’t he?
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SO! AM I A CRAZY OR NO?

Me, Racist?!?

This is the post where I, Madame Tolstoy, compared the neo-Nazi plot against Barack Obama to the Reichstag fire (said to have been a plot by Hitler to enable him to curtail civil rights in Germany)

How fast can you say :”Reichstag fire“?

AM I nuts or am I nuts?! Tell me you.

See how this mind of mine works

Here's what I, Madame Tolstoy posted on November 4:

Who’s got more candy? Today’s the day to find out.Although, as one of my managers told me yesterday - Obama grandmother’s strategically timed demise might get him that one sympathy push for all-important advantage.Will it? Let’s prove him wrong!

Ha, not only crazy but a nasty piece of work, am I not?

Never To Make me Mad, or Else!

From time to time I take a look at my blogroll with fine-tooth comb. I see if anyone has offended me and I get rid of them. If they fail to make the cut with me, I like to think I've ruined their life.

To get on my blogroll, you must be exquisitely dull or it's good to be conservative too. You still never know when I may ban you. If I catch you looking at a blog where my enemies are, well you can kiss your behind goodbye.

I do so love the architecture that is the kind I love. It is my greatest knowledge, so let me be the judge.

Скрипучая беседка

That is a thing in Russian for my dearest friends. I forgot to say how diappointed I am in Palin and McCain for not insisting that global warming is just wrong, wrong wrong. I suggest you read one of my nutty blogroll buddies to bone up on this subject. The world is actually cooling, you stupid American idiots.

I am special, me me me me!

I have been chosen to take a test that I am nervous about but why should I be, since I am genius. Yes, genius. Also, I have been taking spinning class.

I am so tired of spinning but my legs are so enjoyable, so worthy of the male appreciation that is heaped upon me daily. My head is in a spin, such are the complements, not only to legs but my legendary muffins as well.

That vile little dog whose armpit hair is so dreadful is refusing to vacate my throne over at my nice friend's blog, the Blowhards. She is so beneath my own self, yet I must keep on reading the vileness.

Fret not though, readers, of whom there are now three or four. I shall be posting new pictures soon. Here you see an amzing thing I was astute enough to notice in jolly Londonland: Yes, it is indeed a red London Bus.

When will everyone just do my bidding and not try to cross me!

Why Must You be Idiots, My Dear Friends

Here is someone who could be me or could be not me. I don't have to say which, it is my parlour here and I could throw you out at will.

I'm ready to argue about the fighing in Georgia, you idiots. Idiots! All, idiots!

My baking has not been up to my worldclass standards, so I blacklisted my last batch of muffins. Nyet, muffins you will not see.

Do you agree, Helen and that other guy who comments sometimes?

I Am Full of Myself, Nyet?

Look! I (as in, not Sister Wolf) actually wrote this and posted it! Every body will be blushing now, nyet?

One of those days when everything you do gets highest marks, some quite unexpectedly. And you get loads of other pleasant little surprises.

-I had an hour-long conversation with Higher Authorities, which resulted in a promotion (and a nicer-rounded paycheck for the next year). “Clients are being very happy with this job we’ve done, particularly with interiors, thanks to you, and they are going to short-list us for the next county project based on that”. Still blushing.

-a co-worker returned from a business trip and invited me to lunch, because “he missed my birthday”. Apparently, he remembered last year’ marble chocolate cake I brought here to celebrate. I didn’t even recall baking a chocolate cake.

-my new shoes were noticed, on separate occasions, by 3 adoring gentlemen. [They couldn't very well come out and say "legs", could they? I feel for them...that was brave enough!]

-my son sent me a very sweet text message. Is he grown enough to not be afraid to show emotion? It was the highlight of my day.

-I got a personal email which I’m going to quote in part here. It concerns these pastries:
“The pastry you gave me wasdelicious-a buttery crust with a terrific “filling”that was especially good as it was not overlysweet(not that easy to do-most pastry tends to be toosweet) a perfect amount of currants in each jes’rounded off the experience- As a friend trust me Ithink I could tell you if something did’nt taste quiteright without bieng offensive-your pastry was aperfect accompaniment to the great meal we had” !! As always-A.

Now I’m going shopping for my upcoming trip abroad. Life is good!

What do you love best, little babushka? My flattery to my self, the idea that I would post email about my pastry....Let's discuss. That's an order.

I promise to bore you

Wecome to my new place, I hope enjoy it you will. It is like my own parlour, where I can hold forth on nothing and then blacklist you if you not agree. I will entertain my imaginary friends and maybe two boring lonely pedants like myself.

Sometimes I will write in Russian, and you will have to like it or else, I will insult you. I am always right, let me be clear. I've no doubt of thet. I will be making awkward contractions like that "I've" just then. You will have to put up with it.

I love my life. Also I bake things.