Big Blogger Two

I have a terrible confession that may change the game as we know it..even the bloggersphere as we know it. I cannot stand it anymore..I think I may have to change my blog name...forever, forever, FOREVER!!!
I keep on waking up at the crack of Dawn, yes I said the crack of Dawn (Not Dawn's crack!) and I just think that it undermine's what is meant in my blogname. I mean, "I don't do mornings" can't possibly be correct can it? Or can it?
Maybe, just maybe there will be a way through this..so I am not living the lie in a name. What is in a name afterall? Should a name have meaning? Or is it just a misrepresentation of what IS?
I want to be truthful in da house, I want to live by my name...how could I do this and not delude myself and my fellow blogmates? These are the questions I have...I will surely have the answer...only if I could sleep on it!!!
 

Okay...since I've never watched the actual show Big Brother, this whole Diary Room thing is a big of a conundrum for me. What the hell are we supposed to do in here? Concerns, likes and dislike about BB2 or life in general? Are we limited to one comment airing ourselves or can we air as much as we want? And dadgummit, the laundry has to be aired somewhere!
 

One of my concerns is that since I won immunity last week, I will not have a chance to win it this week. But that's OK, Diary Room. No need to be greedy with the immunities.

Here's another concern. I like my Cyberhousemates. I really like them. But there are a few things about them that stick in my craw.

REDNECK DIVA: She keeps slapping at these things she calls 'flying ants'. I don't see anything there. I think maybe the pressure has gotten to her. She's missin' her free cheese or somethin'. But at least she knows what a 'craw' is.

CAZZIE: I don't care that she wasn't honest with us. Honest. Because I am psychic, and I already knew that. I couldn't care less if she sleeps on Dawn's crack. The truth isn't hurtin' me, so I'll let it slide. But the thing about Cazzie is that she is so friendly, there is nothing bad to say about her.

MARK: Dude! I'm a bit tired of your Knock, knock, knockin' on the Golden Door jokes. Who's there? No, not The Who. The Grateful Dead! Ha ha. Go back to talking about boobies for a little while.

SCOTTAGE: We are Cyberhousemates. We do not need an 'initiation'. This is a No Hazing Zone. It's not harmless fun. I do not want to carry a condom filled with Cazzie's Cleaner between my boobies, run barefoot across a minefield of Scorn Flakes, hurdle over a Cut-Up Cow, and dump it into a FittyMaid container filled with Sump Cola while you are all throwing Mouth Socks at me. Cause I think some of those Mouth Socks were trouser socks for a while. My Mystical 9 Sphere told me 'Odds are not good.' I'm not so sure 9ner was referring to my chances in the initiation race. I think maybe it was referring to you people.

STEWED HAMM: You seem to be having an abnormally intimate relationship with your Kleenex. I understand some people have their little pecadillos, but this is bordering on the creepy. Step away from the Kleenex box.

LANTERN: Put out the darn light already! Are you afraid of the dark? I can not sleep with the lantern on. Every time I look at you, I want to book a trip through Travelocity. For YOU! I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm booted out of the Cyberhouse.

Ahem. I feel better now. Please don't use my bad attitude as a reason to nominate me. I will be nice to you all. I just have this little problem: PEOPLE PISS ME OFF! I am working hard to keep my rage issues under control while I'm in the Cyberhouse.
 

Okay, okay...so it seems that we are here in the Diary Room to vent a little about BB2, the cyberhouse, our housemates, dirty laundry and such. I'm just glad it's a Diary Room and not a Dairy Room because I'm just not up to touchin' teats. Even in the name of "comfort".

I really have no issues with anything EXCEPT THESE FRIGGIN' FLYING ANTS!! Seriously, Cazzie, spray 'em with a shot of that cleaner or something! I could fill an Extra Large FittyMaid with what I've killed just tonight. Grr.

Hillbilly Mom, they're here. The flying ants are here. Trust me. I'm sure of it. They showed up right around the time I popped the top on an extra tall, grinning Coors Light last night.

Uhh...before I run off to scrub my skin free of the flying ant residue that I'm sure is covering my body now, I will say that I'm having a really hard time coming up with something that is ode-worthy. My mother threatened me that it had better not start with a "v". She's so closed-minded. I bet I could write a very heartfelt ode to a can of ant killer right now, though. Or to my exterminator. Or the Xanax which I wish I had a prescription of.

Big Blogger, this Dairy Room rawks. The flying cows that are escorting the flying ants are a nice touch. Hmh. Maybe it's time to quit drinking beer that grins at me.
 

Hillbilly Mom...want a kitten card for your purse? I will finds you a cute one for sure..:)
 

This Is Big Blogger.

Hillbilly Mom, even though you had the best entry this week, you decided for some reason that you wouldn't be able to get immunity this week, because you got it last week. Big Blogger never said anything like that. Therefore, you miss out on immunity.

Redneck Diva, you have won immunity this week.

This Has Been Big Blogger.
 

I just wanna say:
There's an aweful lot of Septics here.
 

WAHOOOOOO!!!
 

Well, well, well. I am so psychic that I knew Big Blogger would not give me immunity. But I didn't know Big Blogger would give it to my kindred spirit, The Diva. OUCH! That hurt.

Dear Diary Room: It's time for my daily affirmation. 'I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!' Except for maybe Big Blogger. And The Diva, because she has issues with DOGGONE. And all my Cyberhousemates that I insulted.

Cazzie, I would like a lovely kitten photo for my purse. How thoughtful of you. WAIT A MINUTE! Is this some kind of Mr.K gift?

The Cyberhouse is making me paranoid. I am having those urges again...the urge to dress up like a Coors Light can...the urge to hang Christmas ornaments in my hair...
 

Oh but I do like you, Hillbilly Mom!! I really do!! You're not only good enough and smart enough, but you're OH SO PRETTY!

You should go with that urge to dress up...I think we'd all like to see that.
 

Who am I kidding, just myself? I think I have done ok so far and yet as I check back I see I am nominated time and time again!
I just know I am not paranoid..but I think perhaps I should be...am going to be...am!
I may have to pull something hat trick like outta my picture box here to win favours and show I can be "all that"..and perhaps more. That I can take the heat and I have been a Little Miss Bossy Boots in my day.
I will take time to reflect....
 

Oh man, oh man....I have GOT to be better this week getting my task done early! But in my defense, the rules are that they have to be in by Friday and heck it was still Friday here, even if only by an hour or so. Look, I'm doing all I can to keep up with my own time zone - how can I be expected to keep up with Australia's as well?!?

Okay, I'm going to have to bake BB some cookies or something in the freshly remodeled kitchen. Yeah. Now, to go remodel the kitchen....
 

I am so darn happy I am still in da house, I am hoping I don't get put on the nomination list again this week...so to stop this happening I am inviting all my cybermates to have a beer with me..behind the garden shed..any1 up for it?
 

Cazzie,
I'll have a beer with you. Make mine O'Douls, since I am on the wagon. I can still party like I'm a Coors Light can, though. I can rock da house. As long as people don't piss me off.

Watch out for Diva, because she has been known to throw a perfectly good cheesecake out the window when under the influence.

Lantern seems to be under the weather. Perhaps we can cheer him up. Maybe he just needs some Peppermint Schnapps for his cold.

I'm a-wonderin' about Stewed Hamm. He has chosen not to redecorate a room this week. Is he conserving his energy? I'm not sure what to make of this development.

And what about the BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-er, Mark? Will he crash our party?
 

What a waste of a good cheesecake...out the window???No way...but then again, better the grass have it than my hips...through the lips and on the hips..anyone want to go to the gym room for a work out in da house? :)
 

This Is Big Blogger

Tomorrow Pavlova is being served. Topped with a Peppermint Crisp. You are all welcome to attend.
 

Well now, Big Blogger, I will attend, but I may not partake of the Pavlova. Because I do not know what it is, and I think you guys might make up something and pretend it's consumable, just to prank me.

I will have to bring a taster with me. I'm sure Redneck Diva will volunteer. She is the adventurous sort.

And Cazzie, she threw it out the window of a CAR! Oh, I'm sure she'll say it was one of her cronies, but I don't know how much they actually remember from that night. That Diva is a party lookin' for a place to happen.
 

I hope I didn't miss the Pavlova... looks pretty tasty to me.
 

Oh man...I am just SWEET ENOUGH right now without the indulgence of Pavlova!!! But I will try anything once :)
 

What about somma them nice pasties then? They be nicer than a pav for sure!!
Hey..I have a bit of the flu right now Big Blogger..am I able to go see the house doctor at all?