Redneck Related Quote Of The Day, Thanks To My Cousin.




The Stories I Could Tell

The Stories I Could Tell

I swear, this is an actual quote, said by my cousin about two hours ago while I was on the phone with her. I even told her, “I’m posting what you just said to my blog.” I kept my promise.


“It’s Sunday afternoon and I have 17 rednecks in my front yard.”


Yes, I cracked up.

How Twitter Has Turned Into The Conservative’s Playground.




The Elephants Are After Me.

The Elephants Are After Me.

Rarely do I discuss politics on this blog. I feel my views are, well, my views. Never would I attempt to push what I believe upon others, especially readers of my blog. I’m not about to do so, either. I do have a small rant, however and I am going to exercise my right, as an American, of free speech. For the love of God, Right-Wing Conservatives, stop spamming social networking, more so Twitter, with your rhetoric.


What about me screams, “conservative?” I have 10 tattoos adorning my skin. Nose piercing. My Twitter profile, Beth’s Twitter-follow me, haha at one point stated, “I’m not a Conservative, don’t try to convert me.” Yet, they kept following me. I had one person, with whom I had a decent debate, state, “Using the social services is one way to get our party back in order.”


Allow me, please, to understand this concept. By bullying those you follow and yes, it happens, online via social networking, will transform the Republican Party? By spamming conversations with #tcot, which stands for, Top Conservatives On Twitter, to get yourself noticed, is going to rebuild the Republican beliefs? If anything, it has pissed quite a few Twitters users off-me being one. I have had to block several users due to the direct messages-automated, of course, inviting me to join, or to read discussions. If the Republicans want to rebuild, here’s how to do it: Open the mind and stop whining.


Yes, I know both political parties hold strong beliefs. I’m not saying Democrats would not be practicing the same tactics. What I am saying is-stop acting like the homecoming king/queen who lost his/her crown. Be the fat kid who was the last to be chosen to play kickball on the school-yard playground. Why? The fat kid has the ability to see beyond the group mentality- maybe not at first, but through sheer determination to understand, listen, learn and grow. Acceptance of all. Agree with all? Not necessarily, but acceptance. What does the homecoming king, or queen have? A tarnished crown, missing jewels and the bitterness of loss.


This post will most likely drop my followers count, but I’m willing to take one for the team,(or something like that). I don’t use Twitter to promote myself like most-I use it as a way of connecting with others-even those I differ with in opinion. Healthy debate is one thing. Trying to convert me is another.

AFrogtokiss.net IS Do-Follow: But You Have To Earn It.




The New Face of Bloggers

The New Face of Bloggers

This blog has been do-follow since “do-follow” became almost mandatory in the blogging world. In fact, thanks to using do-follow and writing sponsored posts, (which I no longer do), my once PR5 blog, dropped to a PR0. I gave, other bloggers and sites took. I once actively participated in commenting and interacting on blogs I enjoyed: until everyone who owned a blog began calling themselves experts. On every topic, from SEO, (Search Engine Optimization), to marketing. No more.

I have never claimed to be an expert in anything. I started this blog 5 years ago out of boredom-it soon progressed into connecting with others around the world and allowed me to hone writing skills I thought I had lost. Blogging was fun-simple. I shared stories from my life-not telling people how to blog, or what to write, just for the sake of gaining back-links, or popularity in social networking and search engines. I’m lucky-although my blog is small compared to most, and even with a PR0, I received 14,246 page views last month. 13,118 of which were unique. Not bad for a blog about nothing.

I am changing how I do-follow. I’ve received grief from several so-called do-follow experts for using the Lucia’s Linky Love plugin, one blogger saying, “I don’t consider a blog using this plugin as “do-follow.” I beg to differ. While new bloggers are allowing spam sites and “marketers” to fill the comment fields with irrelevant content, hence, in my opinion, ruining the entire concept of blogging, including, active, intelligent participation-on topic, those who comment on my blog will now have to earn the right by commenting 3 times, before your author link becomes do-follow. No more free advertising for your dental practice, flower shop, or link to a favorite post. Interaction is the key. If you want visitors, participate. Engage with blogs and bloggers. Stop over saturating the blogosphere with marketing and “pay me $29.95 and I’ll show you how to…whatever.” Blog because you have something to give, not because you want to take.

Slowly Sliding Down The Hill Of Life-Go Beth, It’s Your Birthday.




Yours Truly, Hours Old

Yours Truly, Hours Old

At 3:05am, February 3, 1973, my mother pushed 7lbs 12 1/2 ounces of baby through her loins. Yes, the baby was me, smushy and all. Also, note the red hair-the pink bow was cropped for some reason when I scanned the picture, I’d say the nurses added it, because, let’s face it, I look boy-ish. And pissed. I entered the world with a hell of an attitude.

I am officially over the hill. I consider hitting 36 the first step. When you go to Walmart and walk out with zit cream, for a pimple the size of a small dog that decided to pop up out of the blue and eye cream to keep puffiness and fine lines to a minimum on your birthday, you realize-Holy Mother of God my priorities have changed. I used to head straight to the toy section. Today, I debated-should I buy the Preparation-H a friend recommended for the zit and be prepared for both ends of my body, or, be daring and say screw it, I’ve never had hemorrhoids, it’s just a zit and it will go away. If I do get the ‘roids, I’ll use the zit cream. I don’t think my ass would mind.

Oh, remember my gift last year? The cookware set which excited me- uh-huh, that’s right, I received a new quilt and sheets this year. I tinkled from the excitement. No, really, I did. Which reminds me, perhaps I should have browsed the adult diaper section.

Support Autism Research

  • Stats