French Kiss Fries

I was waiting to get on the elevator with two gentleman that knew each other, but were strangers to me. When the elevator doors opened, being "gentleman" they let me get on first (I love that! ***golf clap***). As I walked on, the smell of fast food hit me right in the face. Obviously someone who was just on the elevator was bringing their lunch to their office.

As the men followed me into the elevator, one of them leaned over to me and asked, "Mmmm, is that french fries you're wearing?"

Classic. I really appreciate a well-timed quip.

(We had a chuckle and the joke progressed into my claiming I rub french fries all over my body to entice men--it's actually not that bad of an idea.)

Bathroom Humor

Sharon: So I went to the bathroom last week as I often do
Sharon: the public bathroom at work
Mike: ...
Sharon: and there was a girl already in a stall and she was being quiet so I figured she was probably throwing deuces...
Sharon: I figured I'd be quick and outta there to give her her nasty privacy....
Mike: col
Mike: what a raunchy ho
Sharon: Well before I could unbutton my pants and remove my sexy panties, I heard "ffffttttttttt"
Sharon: "FFFFFTTTT"
Mike: col
Sharon: "POOOOOO"
Sharon: "FTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"
Mike: lol
Sharon: I mean, could she have not waited TWO MINUTES???
Mike: gee whiz
Mike: do you know who it was
Sharon: Talk about being comfortable.
Sharon: I mean I know i bring that out in people, but not that much!
Mike: well i guess when you gotta do it, you just can't wait
Sharon: Well, I quickly peed and washed my hands and left the bathroom...
Sharon: but to her dismay, I can see who comes out of the bathroom from my desk.
Sharon: So I patiently waited...
Sharon: ...identified the dropper
Mike: .......
Sharon: And now, days later, I just saw her come out of the bathroom and I'll never forget the sound of air coming out of her ass.
Sharon: THE END
Mike: yeah i don't even want to think about that nasty old hag anymore
Mike: gross
Sharon: GRODY!
Mike: time for dump and shower!
Mike: see if i can outshine that girl you work with
Sharon: ha
Sharon: Good luck!

Same Blog, New attitude

Actually, the same attitude, new name. Originally called "Bakspace," this blog back in the day used to be a collection of pictures I would take of coworkers from the back office from an old job. BaCkspace was taken, so I spelled it Bakspace, but told people it was misspelled because "which key do you use to fix an error?...Exactly!"

I've realized more and more how little sense "Bakspace" made, so I decided to change the name to something that made even less sense. ...That and I've been trying to find a nice way to tell you that you have something on your face.

Sharon is online!

So I keep adding/taking away little features to this ever-changing, world-encompassing, modesty-ignoring little blog I have. As of one minute ago, I added the little feature you may notice to my right (hint: it's also your right).

A chat window! ***angels sing/chat window glows***

This may be a really annoying or a really fun feature. That's for us to decide. So for any reason, if I'm online send me a message. However, I can be bad about leaving my account logged in when I'm not there, so I will try my darndest to at least leave an away message.

I look forward to hearing from you!

-Sharon

P.S. And for kicks, here's a picture of the precious little owl that lives behind my parents' house. I named him Oliver because of the alliteration and because he loves olives in his martinis.

What do you notice?

Allow me to introduce you to a member of my family. Below is a picture of my sister's dog Rope. He was named after a Longhorn bull my grandfather had when we were little. He's never met a piece of food he didn't want to eat or a person he didn't want to meet. He's extremely loveable, that is, unless you're our other dog Bailey. Then he wants to kill you.

But do you see below what a great, well-trained dog he is?

The best part is the trail that follows him. It's as if he doesn't realize that he's peeing. But in his defense, my dad had just given Rope half a beer without my sister knowing. Can you blame a guy for "breaking the seal?"

Sigh...Oh, Rope, you're such a quiet drunk.

I love my new camera.

Dear Sharon...

In response to Beaman's question...

"My very dear friend, Nigel, has troubles finding the right partner. He dislikes
nightclubs and loud places and indeed crowded places of any sort so he is rarely
in a position to meet new personalities. He is a very short chap and rather
overweight which gives him an inferiority complex I think.
What would you
suggest to boost his chances of finding that someone special? "

Hmmmm...I'd say he should get involved in something that interests him where he'd be able to meet new people. For instance, take a class, join an organization, or whatever he could become involved in. There's no reason to be uncomfortable with someone new if you are both in the same situation, pursuing the same goals. And it should preferably be something he thinks he'll excel in--this way, if he isn't generally confident in his physical appearance, he may show confidence in other areas.

I mean, really, I myself have been extremely attracted to a man, and later wondered if he had walked up to me at a club without my knowing his personality would I have talked to him? Not because he's unattractive, but simply because I'm unfamiliar with the person. The best parts of people are not hung on the outside of them. We should wear shirts that express our personalities, don't you think?

"Great sense of humor."

"Honest."

"Great Listener."

"Liar."

"I'll cheat on you."

That would be great! It would save some time. (This is becoming so long I should post it as a blog...(posts blog)...)

Actually, I don't know if you're familiar with the Sims video game. But I always thought that it would be wonderful if every person had a symbol floating above their heads that shows whether or not they're attracted to you--or at least whether or not you'd be a good match.Imagine sitting at a coffee shop by yourself with a trapezoid symbol floating above your head. In walks a stranger of the opposite sex, and he or she has the same shape floating above his or her head! You could just wave at her, she would notice your symbol, grab her coffee and come sit with you. It would eliminate so many games!

Do I live in a fantasy world, or what?

Picture pages, Picture pages...

Time to get your Picture Pages,
Time to get your crayons and your pencils..."


I just bought a Canon 40D DSLR and I'm giddy! It's my first dslr and I can't wait to use it! When I say I just bought it, I mean I just bought it. My coworker went with me on my lunch break (I'm at work right now), and he was laughing at my excitement as we drove there. It's now waiting everso patiently next to me in its little box as the battery charges. I've wanted one for years, and I finally made the decision to buy it. So get ready for my pictures to be threaded throughout this blog--I mean pictures besides the pictures of my mug scattered on the background. ;)

Most of the photography I do now is product photography through work (I work at an ad agency). And prior to that it's always been a huge interest of mine.

Well, anyways, I'm thrilled. THRILLED!


"You can play with Picture Pages,
FIll your day with Picture Pages,
'Till Bill Cosby does another Picture Page with you!"

Dearest Humans of the Masculine Persuasion,

It is quite clear that when many "men" go out to a club they have one mission on their minds: to get some. I can appreciate your ambition, and I can also appreciate the risk you take when putting yourself and your dignity on the line as you approach various women with your less than romantic intentions. I can openly say that I'm so glad that it's typically you and not me that has to put himself out there like that and risk rejection. That being said, allow me to offer some advice.

Last night I was celebrating a friend's birthday by bar hopping with a group of friends. During one point in the night I was walking through the crowd looking for a friend. When I found her she was walking towards me with a man in tow. With a look and a whisper, she quickly begged for me to come with them. Apparently this poor guy asked her to dance, and instead of declining she agreed, but looked to me to help her get out of it. Being the nice gal that I am, I followed them to the dance floor and began busting whatever moves I felt needed busting. Before even getting a chance to "walk it out," First Guy's friend came from nowhere and began dancing with me. His grip was so tight and he held me so close that I couldn't pull away from him. Not only that but his entire body was pressed up against mine, and I do mean his entire body--got me? ***gags*** Leading a girl as you dance is one thing, but suffocating her is another.

I had to think quickly so I reached my arm around to my cell phone that I had slipped in my back pocket. I pushed a button as it was in my pocket so that when I pulled it out the keypad would be lit. I pulled it up to my face and began reading a text. He had pulled me so close to him that I had to hold the phone behind his head so that I could see it. I had actually already read the text about an hour before. I managed to pull myself away from my dance partner, so that I could show my friend. I said, "Look! "C" just texted me. She wants us to meet her!"

And not skipping a beat, my friend began reading the text I had already shown her an hour before and she pretended it was a new one. We apologized to the guys and thanked them for the dance and got the hell out of there.

My advice here is to not be so aggressive! It didn't matter what that guy looked like or how smooth he thought he was, he ruined it the second he grabbed me, pushed himself on me and wouldn't let me go--which was actually the very first second we met.

When meeting a girl at a club:

1) Be yourself.

2) Be confident.

3) Give her space.

4) Think of it as just having a conversation with a possible new friend. If you put any more pressure on the first conversation, you'll blow it. You'll be too agressive, which will turn her off--or you'll be too nervous.

5) If a girl pulls out her cell phone from her back pocket and claims she received a text that says she must immediately meet her friend somewhere at that very second, you did something wrong.


Thank you!