Then I wondered if it wasn't a mix-up of all the other Sarajoy Fresh! items on Google's tap. That is one scary Google indeed! Sara Jay loves it all over her face! And then there's the misstep of simply Googling my entire name because there is a Dutch bestiality star by the same handle. She also specializes in hand spanking. I don't know... it's probably just an add for tires if you click on it. Someone else can do that and report back.
But as it turns out, it was a server problem (that NEVER happens at the Playboy Club! I recently taught Huck the bunny dip after reading Hep Hef's bio and now he serves me all my drinks by turning around and dipping down to set it on the table. Now for the tail!) and it was suggested that a workplace filter might filter out any blogspot addresses, just on the off chance.
But you know, I never did like being falsely accused! I was accused and punished in High School for going on a walk with a friend, because the Head Master (who resigned quickly and under a cloud a few years later) saw us head off down a trail in the woods and thought: "SEX!!!" The boy was suspended and we were banished from speaking for the rest of the year. Until we became the forbidden fruit, we never even held hands. And then I ill-fatedly married him post haste so that I could taste that there fruit without it being so forbidden. That person was pre-Huck.
A few years ago, I was pulled aside and given a private lecture by a woman who later turned out to have been "visiting family" but was instead routinely cheating on her husband via interstate orgies. And SHE had a problem with my few dorky jokes about carrots and shoyulong cucumbers. THAT was dirty, especially now that we had kids. Go figure!
All this to say that I HATE being falsely accused by hypocrites. If I'm going to do the time (even just by some random office filter) I AM going to do the crime. Hell, who am I to deny some search engine it's fantasy? Really. What am I waiting for? I have no job, no boss, no snow white reputation. I'm not looking for a spouse or a job (although this will be the first deleted post if I ever start!). I suppose there are corporate head hunters all around, but I doubt I'm in ANYONE's crosshairs. So what am I so afraid of? All those witch-hunters from my past who I accidentally friended on Facebook after an extended meditation after which I erroneously thought I could/should love everyone? (if you are reading this, I'm probably not talking about you!) Am I afraid of them? Hell no! I welcome the constant criticism! I throw myself willingly into their spikey, poisoned embraces! Criticize THIS!
|I had a photographer come out this morning and take shot some shots of me working hard on the farm|
|Sarajoy finds this spigot is frozen shut!|
|oh! There is goes!|
|Every hard working farm girl deserves a break now and then!|
|This ground is so cold!|
|I left my pocket knife in my other pocket! Now I have to use baling twine to burn through baling twine!|
|Sarajoy loves the feel of fresh huge snowflakes on her cheek!|
|Sarajoy also loves the feel of rough, tough work gloves!|
|Sarajoy loves to lift humongous loads of Timothy Hay!!!|
|Time to get dirty!|
|Fresh cow shit!|
|I love cow shit!|
|Fresh, hot, steaming cow shit all over my face! Oh my god!!|
|Now, it's time for both of us to start breathing again.|