Sunday Google-age Round 8

It's that time of the week again - Sunday, bloody Sunday. Back to work tomorrow.

(I feel I must say this; when it comes to stats, I've been spoiled using Typepad's stats option. It's much easier to use, and I never had to touch Stat Counter then.)

We'll keep it short and sweet this week, since I've had a lot of 'double' searches.

Cartoon girl
Maybe this is my superhero name. Do you think I'll get to wear a cape and choose a superpower? Maybe drawing cartoons IS my superpower. That's kind of strange, I can't draw more than stick figures.

The crook of my arm
Er, I don't have much to say with this one. I wonder what they were searching for. Pain in the crook of their arm? Holding something in the crook of their arm? Drawing on the crook of their arm? Am not much help without details, folks.

Being married
Apparently you've been cruelly directed to the wrong blog, because I? Am not much help in this department at all. [Except for my faithful watching of the Bridezillas show, that is.] Why don't you ask these already hitched bloggers instead?

New Ricki Lake leg pictures
Ricki Lake has new legs? What was wrong with her old legs? And no, no photos here.

What's a noun?
A noun is a naming word, people. A naming word. My second graders know this.

I hate my fringe I want it to grow
I hear you, though not with a fringe. I hate my entire HAIR and want it to grow. I know I go on and on about the haircut of death from last December - but that was seven months ago. And the hair? Is still slaughtered. It's not growing! She must have used scissors of death, too. Maybe we should both invest in some pretty hats.

When i get older i began to love you
[sniff] I love you too! Even though I don't know who you are, and you don't use capital letters properly which annoys me. A lot. Just so you know.

On Reminiscing
We'll go dancing in the dark
Walking through the park and reminiscing...
Nothing like a little Barry Manilow to take the edge off, eh?

Take the tie off
Ooh. But you can leave your hat on. [Does the Full Monty dance.]

Pictures of my hurting feet
How can you tell from a picture that your feet are sore? Strange. I've had a few emails in the last couple of weeks complimenting me on last December's shoe pictures, though. It's all very flattering, actually. [Except the toe sucking parts.]

Refund handbag fell apart
I'd be taking it back for yet another refund, if I were you.

What is a dag?
I've mentioned this before - this is a dag. And I am proudly one. Are you?

Cattiness in the workplace
Nothing worse than catty workplaces. Put those claws away & start feeling the love.

Donut wedding cake
If you're asking for my personal opinion, I think this is tacky. I mean, look at this!

Lazy thinker or plain stupid
If you're talking about me, I'll go with stupid. Actually, I might be both. [Am talented.]

Blah Blah Happy Birthday
I give you all permission to say this to me in two weeks time. Blah Blah birthday.

Teacher Apologising and Complaining
I doubt that only teachers apologise and complain. But still, guilty as charged.

Scrabble t-shirt stupid
Hey! I happen to own that scrabble shirt you're talking about. Not stupid!

Does any hypochondriacs out there have a constant sore throat?
The grammar queen in me just fainted dramatically on the floor after reading that. Do. DO. For the love of all things English, DOOOOOO. And I'm sure they do. Amongst other exotic  illnesses and diseases too, of course.