Have you ever Yahoo!ed yourself?

I never did get on the Google bandwagon.  I'm a Yahoo!er.  Not really sure why.  It was probably the first search engine I used and just became comfortable and familiar with it.  I was bored the other day and I decided to punch in my name for fun (it was actually an idea I saw on another blog where a mommy said she occasionally Googles her daughter's name.  I don't have the strength to do that yet with Kyle's name so I did ME!).

Here's what I found out about myself:
I have a song.  It's a rather long song.  I have no idea what it actually sounds like, but I found lyrics.
"Gwendolyn" by Badlees
Gonna paint a picture
Gonna put it in a frame
So I can show you how I'm feeling
Without having to explain
And you can hang it from your ceiling
In your safe and happy home
When you come to understand it
You'll know you're not alone
Once upon a time
We could speak our minds
Now I don't believe you Gwendolyn
I don't believe you're all that strong
I don't believe you know the dangers
Of this road you're travelin' on
You're always asking questions
That you know the answers to
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Gonna write a song
Gonna tell it like it is
And if you recognize yourself
I know you're going to be pissed
And if you call me on it
I'll deny it through and through
Just like Woody Allen would
If he were in my shoes
Once upon a time
I could speak my mind
Now I don't believe you Gwendolyn
I don't believe you're all that strong
I don't believe you know the dangers
Of this road you're travelin' on
You're always asking questions
That you know the answers to
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Gonna write a letter
Gonna a mail it to myself
Sincerely and forever
You and yours can go to hell
And I'll put it in my pocket
So when this all comes crashin' down
I'll have a way to show you
How long I've been wearing down
Once upon a time
We could speak our minds
Now I don't believe you Gwendolyn
I don't believe you're all that strong
I don't believe you know the dangers
Of this road you're travelin'
You're always asking questions
That you know the answers to
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Tell me please
What do you want from me


I was a drama/romance actress in the 1960s-
"Gwen Nelson should never have been in musicals. She looked much too strict, and seemed to skip middle-age, moving directly to old - she was one of those actresses whom it is impossible to imagine when young. She didn't look like an actress, but like a severe landlady brooding over her property in East Finchley, a role she almost certainly played at some time or another - hers looked the sort of face that didn't approve of members of the opposite sex in lodgers' rooms. She would have scoffed at the idea of being any sort of leading lady, and she seldom ventured towards the top of a bill. On stage or film, the face was often disagreeable, but there was sometimes a heart of gold found pumping below. She was a remarkable but quiet talent, and in musicals - perhaps her most surprising field of activity - she was a notable presence, in consistent and good work. She is now all but forgotten, but she appeared in a memorable, if brief, assortment of British musicals."

Gwen Nelson singing with Joan Plowright in Roots (1959)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 I'm a weird yarn doll available for the low, low price of $7.99-

I'm a rather attractive (and expensive) china pattern-

I look awesome naked-

Although sometime I look weird-

And sometimes I look nothing like myself-

I have my choice of some fun license plate frames-

I also have a lot of other goodies with my name proudly displayed-

My favorite t-shirt

And there are some weird images with my name attached-

So, have you Yahoo!ed (or Googled if you're into that kind of thing) yourself today?