Let there be Queenie's Revenge

I want to welcome all you poor soles (spelled wrong on purpose) who have walked into this blog called "Queenie's Revenge."
The goal of this blog is to do something ... something with words.
Four people of unlike mind and unlike body have come together to produce this here blog.
I kind of forgot what rules we set up in starting this blog. So I don't know what I can tell you about us, except that I am battling one wicked case of poison ivy right now. Ouch!
I do know that you are not supposed to put bleach on poison ivy reaction as it eats away your skin. I didn't know this before I did it.
The thing about Queenie is two-fold: there was a German lady on the corner who had a dog named Queenie and there was this mental movie called "Mother's Day" in which the wacked-out psycho thing that lived in the swamp was named "Queenie."
But now I must eat dinner.
Good day to you and eat all the onions you can.
BigCheez