I was literally not sure if this was for real. But I clicked through from Kudzu.com to the website for CarTopCamper and, no, it is not a joke. Apparently, this is a way long used on African safaris to sleep above the rocks, mud and critters. I don’t know about this. What do you think? Would you sleep in this? If so, I’d lay low on the beverages before going to bed if I were you.

Okay, gang, we’re one month into the new year. How are ya’ doing on the New Year’s Resolutions? Hmmmm. Me, too. Let’s not beat ourselves up.

Here’s something you may enjoy. This video of “Fadi on the Street” shows fitness guru Fadi asking folks about their fitness goals. It is fascinating to me that when he asks them how they rate themselves on a scale of 1-10, most put themselves at about 6. Okay, so far, no surprise. But then he asks them what they’d like to be, and they say 9 or 9 ½. No one really wants to be a 10! Too hard to maintain. Too perfect. Now, doesn’t that take the pressure off a bit?

Soooooo cute! Look at those chubby cheeks. (And the baby’s cheeks, too!) Check out more animal photos at Vegas Pet Diva. All cute, except perhaps the one of the pup sitting on the cat…

Don’t mess with the seniors, I tell ya’. Here is my favorite review I found this week, about A Green Thumb Landscape Consulting from a feisty Kudzu.com user in San Diego:

Help for an Ole Lady
I am 71 and have had seen my fair share of mow n’ blow gardeners who do nothing and charge everything to us old people. I needed my expensive, water hogging lawn replaced and drought tolerant garden instead with little maintanence and got exactly that without having to sell my gold teeth! No more neighbor dogs using my lawn as a toilet, and I fired my mow n’ blow guys and took that money and going to Vegas! Thanks a heap!

It’s mid-January. It snowed in Atlanta last night, which, trust me, it only does once a year, maybe every other year. And the holiday stuff is still piled up all over the place. That front-lawn snowman in still by the garage, waiting to go in the attic. The candles that spell “peace” still line the fireplace mantle, taunting me. The floor hasn’t seen a mop in weeks. And what’s with the board games all piled up under the coffee table, and the puzzle that hasn’t been touched since someone in the house put the border together and then abandoned it? Can we just admit that those slow and simple family nights playing Life or gathered ‘round the puzzle are just not going to happen?

This place needs cleaning. And I need a good hour or two in deep meditation (that, or the hammock). I like that Tidy King, a cleaning service in Atlanta, didn’t show a picture of a king or even a clean house. Just that woman in her om, sweet om.