Soooo.... Natalie tagged everyone for Thanksgiving. I'll be honest, I didn't plan on doing it. I'm just that kind of lazy. But, here it is Thanksgiving Day and I have a warm, fuzzy feeling and I thought I should participate. (Plus, it's not often I post seriously.)
Drum Roll please.... (The following are numbered 1-10 but do not necessarily reflect my thankfulness in a ranking order...)
1.The color PINK! It doesn't matter what it is, everything looks better in pink. A normal M&M is good...but make it pink and it is delicious! The world looks better through rose-colored glasses, it is true. Pink makes me happy, it makes me feel pretty and makes me feel like a princess. What other color can do that? None of them! Pink rocks.
2. The Atonement, Jesus Christ and my Heavenly Father. I have so frequently taken for granted Their unconditional love and guidance. There have been times when I have turned away from Them, times when I deliberately chose alternate courses. What I know is that Their love will always be there, and that there is always a way back. And I am so thankful for that.
3. My hearing. I know that's a weird one, but it's true. Sometimes I get annoyed with loud noises or rude people when I'm out and about. And then I think about how sad it would be to not be able to hear. To miss out on my niece's and nephew's laughter, to miss out on my family all sitting around the table, talking over the top of one another. I would miss out on so much. I am so grateful to be able to hear the world around me. Which leads me to.....
4. Music! I love music. It is constantly on. Whether I am at home, at work, in the car...music travels everywhere with me. I am always amazed at how I can always find a song that suits my mood, how I can find a song with lyrics that say exactly what I needed to hear. And that a song can instantly transport me into a memory. I love me some music!
5. The ability to find humor in nearly every situation. Many times when it is highly inappropriate. I am grateful to be able to laugh at myself and at others. Laughter makes everything seem lighter and more manageable. I am truly grateful for a sense of humor.
6. The interweb. I honestly don't know what we did before the interweb. Now that we have the interweb, I never have a question go unanswered. If I wonder about it...someone has written about it! It's fantastic. What did they do 40 years ago? I imagine that people were mostly clueless. If they had a question, guess what? They died wondering!
7. Books. What would my life be without books? Well, I might get more done. Who knows. Truly, I am the biggest nerd. I know this. I am comfortable with this. I love books. They transport me to another time and place. And I have the most random trivia in my head because I once read it in some book. You have a lifeline on a game show? I am good person to call.
8. That I wasn't born in Pioneer times. More power to them...I couldn't have done it. Trek across the plains? I just don't see me doing it. I'd like to say I would have gone with faith. But chances are, I would've stayed put on my fat butt. Trek? Doubtful. I am grateful for Pioneer Day though. In Utah we get a day off!
9. My Parents. I cannot ever express my gratefulness for my Dad and Mom. They have time and time again provided me with a sanctuary to come to so that I could find the right path. I have made so many mistakes and at times wondered how they could keep believing in me, keep helping me. But they have. They have provided for me financially and emotionally through trials that they did not ask for. I can truly say that without my Dad and my Mom I would not be here today. I can never be grateful enough for everything that they have done, for the support they have given me. I love them and am thankful for them every day.
10. Hand Sanitizer. You have no idea how much richer, fuller and brighter my life has been since I've been killing 99.9% of germs. There are so many gross things in this world. It makes me feel safer just knowing I'm killing as many germs as I can. I feel like it's my duty in this life, my way of helping the world. Kill as many germs as possible. Plus, the scent??? Nothing says sexy quite like the smell of antibacterial wipes. Mmmmm. I imagine that Mr. Right wears sanitizer as his cologne. Thank you, whoever invented them. Thanks to them, I can actually go out in public.
There you have it...I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving! May you all have a warm and fuzzy feeling...in your heart. Happy Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
This Just In... stories of abuse, ripped from the headlines!
Dear Readers,
This time on "This Just In" I am bringing you stories of domestic violence. Readers, can I be serious for just a moment? Abuse is never something to laugh about, and anyone in an abusive relationship should seek help immediately.
All of that being said...I couldn't help but laugh when reading the following stories...
MAN ALLEGEDLY ATTACKS GIRLFRIEND OVER MACARONI
An unemployed man faces a domestic assault charge after he allegedly attacked his girlfriend last Saturday for making him macaroni for dinner. the woman called for help after locking herself in a bathroom.
I know, I know...macaroni is hardly what anyone could call a gourmet meal. But to resort to violence over that? It seems a little uncalled for. I'm just imagining a conversation:
Man: "Hey honey, what's for dinner?"
Woman: "Macaroni." (she answers while draining the noodles)
Man: What? Macaroni?!?!?! I specifically asked for rack of lamb! You will rue the day you ever served me macaroni!!!"
(Woman runs to bathroom and calls 911)
911 Operator: "911, what is your emergency?"
Woman: "He's gone crazy! He's flinging noodles everywhere! One noodle hit my retina and it was still hot! Help!!!"
911 operator: "Ma'am, hang tight, we're sending a couple of officers as well as a K-9 unit to eat the fallen macaroni."
Also, it was unclear from the article on whether or not she also cooked him fish sticks to go with his macaroni. If I was on the jury, I'd need to know if fish sticks were involved or not. It could sway my vote!
Next up...
MAN NABBED AFTER HITTING GIRLFRIEND WITH SANDWICH
A man faces a domestic battery charge after allegedly hitting his girlfriend with a sandwich as she was driving on the Interstate. Police said the 19-year-old man became angry and hit the woman in the arm and face with a sandwich, knocking her glasses off.
The victim nearly lost control of the car because she couldn't see the road.
It's been a drive by sandwiching! Was it a hot sandwich? Did it have hard bread? Did he find out she got him light mayo? All of these things would play a factor for me if I was on the jury. For all we know, she tried to take a bite from his sandwich. In which case he had every right to fling it at her. I can just imagine being on the road and seeing a car drive out of control and thinking they were drunk driving...nope...just sandwich driving.
It's all fun and games till someone gets a sandwich in the face! Or a noodle in the eye!
I hope these couples seek counseling.
This time on "This Just In" I am bringing you stories of domestic violence. Readers, can I be serious for just a moment? Abuse is never something to laugh about, and anyone in an abusive relationship should seek help immediately.
All of that being said...I couldn't help but laugh when reading the following stories...
MAN ALLEGEDLY ATTACKS GIRLFRIEND OVER MACARONI
An unemployed man faces a domestic assault charge after he allegedly attacked his girlfriend last Saturday for making him macaroni for dinner. the woman called for help after locking herself in a bathroom.
I know, I know...macaroni is hardly what anyone could call a gourmet meal. But to resort to violence over that? It seems a little uncalled for. I'm just imagining a conversation:
Man: "Hey honey, what's for dinner?"
Woman: "Macaroni." (she answers while draining the noodles)
Man: What? Macaroni?!?!?! I specifically asked for rack of lamb! You will rue the day you ever served me macaroni!!!"
(Woman runs to bathroom and calls 911)
911 Operator: "911, what is your emergency?"
Woman: "He's gone crazy! He's flinging noodles everywhere! One noodle hit my retina and it was still hot! Help!!!"
911 operator: "Ma'am, hang tight, we're sending a couple of officers as well as a K-9 unit to eat the fallen macaroni."
Also, it was unclear from the article on whether or not she also cooked him fish sticks to go with his macaroni. If I was on the jury, I'd need to know if fish sticks were involved or not. It could sway my vote!
Next up...
MAN NABBED AFTER HITTING GIRLFRIEND WITH SANDWICH
A man faces a domestic battery charge after allegedly hitting his girlfriend with a sandwich as she was driving on the Interstate. Police said the 19-year-old man became angry and hit the woman in the arm and face with a sandwich, knocking her glasses off.
The victim nearly lost control of the car because she couldn't see the road.
It's been a drive by sandwiching! Was it a hot sandwich? Did it have hard bread? Did he find out she got him light mayo? All of these things would play a factor for me if I was on the jury. For all we know, she tried to take a bite from his sandwich. In which case he had every right to fling it at her. I can just imagine being on the road and seeing a car drive out of control and thinking they were drunk driving...nope...just sandwich driving.
It's all fun and games till someone gets a sandwich in the face! Or a noodle in the eye!
I hope these couples seek counseling.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Secret lover....
It's official...the 24 countdown has begun! Every time we break from the show, I think I can stop any time...I don't need it...I barely even like it... WHO AM I KIDDING??????????????? I watched the trailer and my heart is pounding, I'm on the edge of my seat, I'm glued to the screen and suddenly...I don't know how I've lived without my 24.
Jack.Is.Unbelievable.
Just for fun, here are the Facts about Jack "Freaking King" Bauer!
Facts About Jack Bauer
1. If everyone on "24" followed Jack Bauer's instructions, it would be called "12".
2. Upon hearing that he was played by Kiefer Sutherland, Jack Bauer killed Sutherland. Jack Bauer gets played by no man. (This one completely supports my previous post about Jack being real)
3. If you wake up in the morning, it's because Jack Bauer spared your life.
4. Jack Bauer's calendar goes from March 31st to April 2nd . No one fools Jack Bauer.
5. Jack Bauer once forgot where he put his keys. He then spent the next half-hour torturing himself until he gave up the location of the keys
6. When life gave Jack Bauer lemons, he used them to kill terrorists. Jack 'freaking king' Bauer hates lemonade.
7. Some people see the glass as half full. Others see it as half empty. Jack Bauer see the glass as a deadly weapon.
8. Jack Bauer played Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.
9. On Jack Bauer's Tax Returns, he has to claim the entire world as his dependents.
10. It's no use crying over spilt milk... Unless that was Jack Bauer's milk. Oh you are so screwed.
11. Jack Bauer once won a game of Connect 4 in 3 moves.
12. Jack Bauer is the leading cause of death in Middle Eastern men.
13. Jack Bauer once won a game of rock paper scissors using neither rock, paper nor scissors.
14. Jack Bauer doesn't miss. If he didn't hit you it's because he was shooting at another terrorist twelve miles away.
15. Leading hand sanitizers claim they can kill 99.9% of germs. Jack Bauer can kill 100% of whatever he wants to.
16. Every mathematical inequality officially ends with "< Jack Bauer".
17. Jack Bauer removed the "Escape" button from his keyboard. Jack Bauer never needs to escape.
18. Jack Bauer's favorite color is severe terror alert red. His second favorite color is violet, but just because it sounds like violent.
19. Jack Bauer can get McDonald's breakfast after 10:30.
20. It is a known fact that when Time magazine awards "The Man of Year", there is fine print on the bottom of the cover that says, " *besides Jack Bauer."
21. When President Palmer started doing Allstate commercials, it took him 43 takes before he could stop saying, "You're in good hands with Jack Bauer".
22. Jack Bauer was nominated for an Emmy for playing Kiefer Sutherland.
23. Jack Bauer won the Tour de France on a unicycle to prove to Lance Armstrong it wasn't a big deal. He thinks yellow wristbands are gay.
24. Alex Trebek once asked Jack Bauer the question, "What's your idea of a perfect game show?" He replied with, "I'm the contestant and I ask the questions around here." Jeopardy was born at that moment.
25. If Jack and MacGyver were locked in a room together, Jack would make a bomb out of MacGyver and get out.
26. Jack Bauer has been to Mars. That's why there's no life on Mars.
27. Finding Nemo would have been vastly more exciting had Jack Bauer been
looking for him.
28. What color is Jack Bauer's blood? Trick question. Jack Bauer does not bleed.
29. Mission Impossible is just another way of saying Mission Without Jack Bauer.
30. When 24 airs on the Spanish channel everyones lines are translated except for Jack's. The reason for this, nobody speaks for Jack Bauer.
Hope you enjoyed the top 30 facts about Jack! I miss him...I can't wait for the show to start...let the real time countdown begin...
Jack.Is.Unbelievable.
Just for fun, here are the Facts about Jack "Freaking King" Bauer!
Facts About Jack Bauer
1. If everyone on "24" followed Jack Bauer's instructions, it would be called "12".
2. Upon hearing that he was played by Kiefer Sutherland, Jack Bauer killed Sutherland. Jack Bauer gets played by no man. (This one completely supports my previous post about Jack being real)
3. If you wake up in the morning, it's because Jack Bauer spared your life.
4. Jack Bauer's calendar goes from March 31st to April 2nd . No one fools Jack Bauer.
5. Jack Bauer once forgot where he put his keys. He then spent the next half-hour torturing himself until he gave up the location of the keys
6. When life gave Jack Bauer lemons, he used them to kill terrorists. Jack 'freaking king' Bauer hates lemonade.
7. Some people see the glass as half full. Others see it as half empty. Jack Bauer see the glass as a deadly weapon.
8. Jack Bauer played Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.
9. On Jack Bauer's Tax Returns, he has to claim the entire world as his dependents.
10. It's no use crying over spilt milk... Unless that was Jack Bauer's milk. Oh you are so screwed.
11. Jack Bauer once won a game of Connect 4 in 3 moves.
12. Jack Bauer is the leading cause of death in Middle Eastern men.
13. Jack Bauer once won a game of rock paper scissors using neither rock, paper nor scissors.
14. Jack Bauer doesn't miss. If he didn't hit you it's because he was shooting at another terrorist twelve miles away.
15. Leading hand sanitizers claim they can kill 99.9% of germs. Jack Bauer can kill 100% of whatever he wants to.
16. Every mathematical inequality officially ends with "< Jack Bauer".
17. Jack Bauer removed the "Escape" button from his keyboard. Jack Bauer never needs to escape.
18. Jack Bauer's favorite color is severe terror alert red. His second favorite color is violet, but just because it sounds like violent.
19. Jack Bauer can get McDonald's breakfast after 10:30.
20. It is a known fact that when Time magazine awards "The Man of Year", there is fine print on the bottom of the cover that says, " *besides Jack Bauer."
21. When President Palmer started doing Allstate commercials, it took him 43 takes before he could stop saying, "You're in good hands with Jack Bauer".
22. Jack Bauer was nominated for an Emmy for playing Kiefer Sutherland.
23. Jack Bauer won the Tour de France on a unicycle to prove to Lance Armstrong it wasn't a big deal. He thinks yellow wristbands are gay.
24. Alex Trebek once asked Jack Bauer the question, "What's your idea of a perfect game show?" He replied with, "I'm the contestant and I ask the questions around here." Jeopardy was born at that moment.
25. If Jack and MacGyver were locked in a room together, Jack would make a bomb out of MacGyver and get out.
26. Jack Bauer has been to Mars. That's why there's no life on Mars.
27. Finding Nemo would have been vastly more exciting had Jack Bauer been
looking for him.
28. What color is Jack Bauer's blood? Trick question. Jack Bauer does not bleed.
29. Mission Impossible is just another way of saying Mission Without Jack Bauer.
30. When 24 airs on the Spanish channel everyones lines are translated except for Jack's. The reason for this, nobody speaks for Jack Bauer.
Hope you enjoyed the top 30 facts about Jack! I miss him...I can't wait for the show to start...let the real time countdown begin...
Thursday, November 6, 2008
You were always on my mind....
I hope, after reading the blog title, that you have Willie Nelson in your head singing "Always on my mind..." If I suffer, so must you.
So, I've been told that someone* hates logging on to my blog because they no longer want to see the disturbing wedding pictures of Manuel Uribe. And that he doesn't like the Tasmanian Devil ones either.
(*I won't name names, but it was my brother. And it wasn't Nolan. In pig latin, it was ryan-bay. And someone seconded it...again, I won't name names, but it was Bryan's father-in-law)
I must deliver to my fan base, albeit a small one!
I thought I would tell you about a few pressing issues on my mind. (Thus the post title and Willie Nelson song) Here goes...
1. I have been really fed up with politics as of late. I've seen a lot of hurt feelings, a lot of contention and quite frankly...I don't think I've ever hated a political season more than I have this one.
To be upfront, I didn't vote for either candidate. I wrote in Jack Bauer. And I have a previous post about why I couldn't vote for McCain OR Obama. McCain eats babies and Obama was a terrorist in disguise. (read my previous blog for more in depth "proof" on that)
But, no matter who you voted for...the people have spoken, Obama won! He is the President Elect.
(In a side note...how do I become 'Lisa Marcell Harper, Princess Elect'? If anyone knows, please tell me.)
So, I was planning on supporting Obama. He won, he will be my president. I said...clean slate, let's see what he can do! Well, imagine my surprise to find out that the first thing he did as President-Elect was choose his Chief of Staff and that he totally proved my theory about him being a terrorist. I joked before...but his first move is to ask Rahm Emanuel to be his Chief Of Staff? Are you kidding me with this??? He is an Israeli-American who is the son of Benjamin, who was a member of the Irgun, the Zionist terrorist organization. This may or not be true, but since I read it on the interweb, I'm pretty sure it is fact-based. Great. Now we have a terrorist as the Chief of Staff to Barack HUSSEIN Obama. Great.
I laughed at those people who said Obama would ruin our country...I thought it was silly...but the facts are the facts, readers! We're being taken over from within! Run for your lives!!!
Now that I have warned all of you, I can move onto an even more pressing issue...
2. What are drive-thru's for? Anyone? Yes, that's right...to drive thru. Not to stop at the menu and study it as though there might be a test later.
Normal fast-food chains have their drive-thru and you go and order and get your food and leave. Sonic is a place where you drive-IN and order your food and eat there. But, for your convenience they also have a drive-thru. You drive, get your food and drive away. All very convenient.
Except when the person in front of you in the Sonic Drive-Thru is sitting in front of the first menu (not even the second menu with the speaker and microphone so you can order) trying to decide what to order. Hmmm...tough call...such a wide array of choices...what to do? What to do? I'll just sit here and study the menu while cars pile up behind me waiting in the Drive-THRU.
If only Sonic had a place for me to park my car...with an individual menu...and I could sit there as long as I wanted to studying the menu and deciding...while not holding anyone else up...IF ONLY. Oh, wait! They DO!
I know we now have a terrorist as our President Elect. But, really, could we all come together and teach people not to misuse the Sonic Drive Thru? Come on people! Things won't change till we take a stand!
Last but not least, so that you no longer have to look at a picture of a fatty or a tasmanian devil...
You were always on my mind...always on my mind.... Well, that's all from me today. I've got to go research how to become Princess Elect...
So, I've been told that someone* hates logging on to my blog because they no longer want to see the disturbing wedding pictures of Manuel Uribe. And that he doesn't like the Tasmanian Devil ones either.
(*I won't name names, but it was my brother. And it wasn't Nolan. In pig latin, it was ryan-bay. And someone seconded it...again, I won't name names, but it was Bryan's father-in-law)
I must deliver to my fan base, albeit a small one!
I thought I would tell you about a few pressing issues on my mind. (Thus the post title and Willie Nelson song) Here goes...
1. I have been really fed up with politics as of late. I've seen a lot of hurt feelings, a lot of contention and quite frankly...I don't think I've ever hated a political season more than I have this one.
To be upfront, I didn't vote for either candidate. I wrote in Jack Bauer. And I have a previous post about why I couldn't vote for McCain OR Obama. McCain eats babies and Obama was a terrorist in disguise. (read my previous blog for more in depth "proof" on that)
But, no matter who you voted for...the people have spoken, Obama won! He is the President Elect.
(In a side note...how do I become 'Lisa Marcell Harper, Princess Elect'? If anyone knows, please tell me.)
So, I was planning on supporting Obama. He won, he will be my president. I said...clean slate, let's see what he can do! Well, imagine my surprise to find out that the first thing he did as President-Elect was choose his Chief of Staff and that he totally proved my theory about him being a terrorist. I joked before...but his first move is to ask Rahm Emanuel to be his Chief Of Staff? Are you kidding me with this??? He is an Israeli-American who is the son of Benjamin, who was a member of the Irgun, the Zionist terrorist organization. This may or not be true, but since I read it on the interweb, I'm pretty sure it is fact-based. Great. Now we have a terrorist as the Chief of Staff to Barack HUSSEIN Obama. Great.
I laughed at those people who said Obama would ruin our country...I thought it was silly...but the facts are the facts, readers! We're being taken over from within! Run for your lives!!!
Now that I have warned all of you, I can move onto an even more pressing issue...
2. What are drive-thru's for? Anyone? Yes, that's right...to drive thru. Not to stop at the menu and study it as though there might be a test later.
Normal fast-food chains have their drive-thru and you go and order and get your food and leave. Sonic is a place where you drive-IN and order your food and eat there. But, for your convenience they also have a drive-thru. You drive, get your food and drive away. All very convenient.
Except when the person in front of you in the Sonic Drive-Thru is sitting in front of the first menu (not even the second menu with the speaker and microphone so you can order) trying to decide what to order. Hmmm...tough call...such a wide array of choices...what to do? What to do? I'll just sit here and study the menu while cars pile up behind me waiting in the Drive-THRU.
If only Sonic had a place for me to park my car...with an individual menu...and I could sit there as long as I wanted to studying the menu and deciding...while not holding anyone else up...IF ONLY. Oh, wait! They DO!
I know we now have a terrorist as our President Elect. But, really, could we all come together and teach people not to misuse the Sonic Drive Thru? Come on people! Things won't change till we take a stand!
Last but not least, so that you no longer have to look at a picture of a fatty or a tasmanian devil...
You were always on my mind...always on my mind.... Well, that's all from me today. I've got to go research how to become Princess Elect...
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
This Just In!!!
Dear Readers,
I'd like you to join me for a new segment I like to call..."This Just In!"
This Just In will feature gripping stories pulled right from the headlines! These are stories that I've come across in the news and feel that everyone would benefit from. So, please...take a moment to enjoy the first installment of THIS JUST IN!***
Scientists Join Forces To Save The Tasmanian Devil!
Australia's Tasmanian Devil is looking at extinction, possibly within the next 20 years. Scientists have determined that the Devils are spreading disease through mating season and are dying out from the shared disease. It seems like there is an easy fix for this...more education about STD's needs to be brought to Tasmania! During gym class or health class, I would think.
This is the picture they used to show what the disease does to the Devils...
That sure isn't inspiring me to donate to SAVE the creature. And this picture is a healthy one...
Um, yeah, I would think that we'd be trying to eradicate DEVILS! Is it just me??? The scientists trying to save the devils clearly work for Satan. They must be stopped!
Next up on This Just In!... wedded bliss...
The World's Heaviest Man Marries In Mexico
The world's heaviest man has tied the knot.
Manuel Uribe, who hasn't left his bed in six years, married his girlfriend on October 26th in Mexico. Manuel's new bride has been married before but was a widow. Her first husband died of...are you ready for this?.... obesity related complications. I kinda think she's setting herself up for heartbreak again. For the traditional first dance as newlyweds, Uribe and Solis held hands and swayed to a romantic ballad. Huh. And I'm still single? Go figure.
Well, folks, that's all for this edition of This Just In! I hope you are now caught up on the news facing us in this world! Till next time...
***My name is Lisa Harper, and I approved this message.
I'd like you to join me for a new segment I like to call..."This Just In!"
This Just In will feature gripping stories pulled right from the headlines! These are stories that I've come across in the news and feel that everyone would benefit from. So, please...take a moment to enjoy the first installment of THIS JUST IN!***
Scientists Join Forces To Save The Tasmanian Devil!
Australia's Tasmanian Devil is looking at extinction, possibly within the next 20 years. Scientists have determined that the Devils are spreading disease through mating season and are dying out from the shared disease. It seems like there is an easy fix for this...more education about STD's needs to be brought to Tasmania! During gym class or health class, I would think.
This is the picture they used to show what the disease does to the Devils...
That sure isn't inspiring me to donate to SAVE the creature. And this picture is a healthy one...
Um, yeah, I would think that we'd be trying to eradicate DEVILS! Is it just me??? The scientists trying to save the devils clearly work for Satan. They must be stopped!
Next up on This Just In!... wedded bliss...
The World's Heaviest Man Marries In Mexico
The world's heaviest man has tied the knot.
Manuel Uribe, who hasn't left his bed in six years, married his girlfriend on October 26th in Mexico. Manuel's new bride has been married before but was a widow. Her first husband died of...are you ready for this?.... obesity related complications. I kinda think she's setting herself up for heartbreak again. For the traditional first dance as newlyweds, Uribe and Solis held hands and swayed to a romantic ballad. Huh. And I'm still single? Go figure.
Well, folks, that's all for this edition of This Just In! I hope you are now caught up on the news facing us in this world! Till next time...
***My name is Lisa Harper, and I approved this message.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Advice by Lisa: Enlarge your WHAT?
Dear Lisa Marcell,
I am a healthy 30 something male. I have no known health concern except for what is called neuroectodermal appendage. My question is this; I recently saw an infomercial that was for "that certain part of the male anatomy". This commercial made a lot of sense to me. So I ordered this all natural herbal product. After taking said product for 2 weeks I started to notice a big change! Unfortunately my neuroectodermal appendage began to grow! (Also known as a Human Tail) It grew 2 inches. This was not the desired affect. So I called the company and all I got from thier customer service department was heavily accented laughter.
Lisa Marcell, what do I do now? Please help,
Livin' La Vida Loca in Logan
Dear Livin Lovita Loca in Logan,
Although growing your tail may not have been the desired effect, fate has handed you something even more alluring than an enlarged member of the male anatomy. During a time of economic hardships and instability, you have managed to turn what was once a slight abnormality into a money making scheme! "When life hands you a tail, make money." I think that's how the saying goes.
Start sending out your resume, including a butt shot instead of a head shot. There isn't a circus in the world who wouldn't want you to join their team! You have a profitable business on your hands....errrr, butt. And to quote my dear friend, Ludacris...
"Shake, shake, shake yo' money maker!"
Good luck in the circus and I hope everything shakes out well for you, Lisa Marcell
I am a healthy 30 something male. I have no known health concern except for what is called neuroectodermal appendage. My question is this; I recently saw an infomercial that was for "that certain part of the male anatomy". This commercial made a lot of sense to me. So I ordered this all natural herbal product. After taking said product for 2 weeks I started to notice a big change! Unfortunately my neuroectodermal appendage began to grow! (Also known as a Human Tail) It grew 2 inches. This was not the desired affect. So I called the company and all I got from thier customer service department was heavily accented laughter.
Lisa Marcell, what do I do now? Please help,
Livin' La Vida Loca in Logan
Dear Livin Lovita Loca in Logan,
Although growing your tail may not have been the desired effect, fate has handed you something even more alluring than an enlarged member of the male anatomy. During a time of economic hardships and instability, you have managed to turn what was once a slight abnormality into a money making scheme! "When life hands you a tail, make money." I think that's how the saying goes.
Start sending out your resume, including a butt shot instead of a head shot. There isn't a circus in the world who wouldn't want you to join their team! You have a profitable business on your hands....errrr, butt. And to quote my dear friend, Ludacris...
"Shake, shake, shake yo' money maker!"
Good luck in the circus and I hope everything shakes out well for you, Lisa Marcell
Monday, October 27, 2008
Quirks, part deux!!!
So, I have been told by numerous people that my original quirks were not interesting enough because they learned nothing new about me. So, I dug deep...hopefully you learn something new this time around...if not...well, screw you pal. I tried.
1. I hate to chew in the morning. It goes beyond hating to eat in the morning, which I don't like to do either. If I have to eat in the morning, it should be liquid. Because I hate chewing in the morning! Maybe it's that I think if I chew I'm actually awake. Like the saying goes, "As a man cheweth, so is he awaketh." Or something. I don't know, but I hate it!
2. I still wish on stars. I do. It's lame and childish and logically I KNOW nothing will happen if I wish on a star. But I still do it. And I still say the whole thing...starlight, starbright...yadda yadda yadda. I'm still waiting for my unicorn from when I was 6 and my millions of dollars. But I sometimes wish for the simple things in life too. And guess what? Sometimes my wishes come true! Coincidence? Yeah. But still.
3. I am a huge fan of pun intended. I'm also a huge fan of over-explaining jokes. It makes it funnier to me.
4. The song "Smile" (Music by Charlie Chaplin, lyrics by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons) always makes me cry. Doesn't matter who is singing or how many times I've heard it or what mood I'm in. I instantly well up. I love the simplicity of the message. It's about hope. Even when you are sad, just keep smiling and just keep trying and you'll get through. Full lyrics can be found here:
http://www.charliechaplin.com/en/articles/42
5. When I make a sandwich I have to take a bite of it before I leave the kitchen. When I get a coke at a convenience store I have to take a sip before I go pay and leave. I don't know if it's quality inspection or if I just have to fulfill the instant gratification side of me. Either way...I do it.
6. In my head, there is a narrator. I hear a voice-over narrating the events of my life as well as those around me. I also have a constant soundtrack. If something in my life is going on, there is a song playing in my head. Maybe multiple tracks. And then songs will remind me of particular events in my life. Combine the voice-over and the soundtrack...it's basically a movie up in my head. Very entertaining. And also distracting.
7. I have an obsession with pulling arm hair and chest hair. If I'm having a conversation with someone with hairy arms or they have chest hair poking out of their shirt...it takes serious effort to pay attention and not grab the arm hair and YANK! Sometimes I just do it. Or, today, my co-worker Bruce was talking about something and I said..."Would it help if I pulled your arm hair?" Luckily, Bruce already knows I'm weird and he said it would help and he held out his arm and I yanked. If only everyone let me yank their arm hair. Life would be perfect.
1. I hate to chew in the morning. It goes beyond hating to eat in the morning, which I don't like to do either. If I have to eat in the morning, it should be liquid. Because I hate chewing in the morning! Maybe it's that I think if I chew I'm actually awake. Like the saying goes, "As a man cheweth, so is he awaketh." Or something. I don't know, but I hate it!
2. I still wish on stars. I do. It's lame and childish and logically I KNOW nothing will happen if I wish on a star. But I still do it. And I still say the whole thing...starlight, starbright...yadda yadda yadda. I'm still waiting for my unicorn from when I was 6 and my millions of dollars. But I sometimes wish for the simple things in life too. And guess what? Sometimes my wishes come true! Coincidence? Yeah. But still.
3. I am a huge fan of pun intended. I'm also a huge fan of over-explaining jokes. It makes it funnier to me.
4. The song "Smile" (Music by Charlie Chaplin, lyrics by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons) always makes me cry. Doesn't matter who is singing or how many times I've heard it or what mood I'm in. I instantly well up. I love the simplicity of the message. It's about hope. Even when you are sad, just keep smiling and just keep trying and you'll get through. Full lyrics can be found here:
http://www.charliechaplin.com/en/articles/42
5. When I make a sandwich I have to take a bite of it before I leave the kitchen. When I get a coke at a convenience store I have to take a sip before I go pay and leave. I don't know if it's quality inspection or if I just have to fulfill the instant gratification side of me. Either way...I do it.
6. In my head, there is a narrator. I hear a voice-over narrating the events of my life as well as those around me. I also have a constant soundtrack. If something in my life is going on, there is a song playing in my head. Maybe multiple tracks. And then songs will remind me of particular events in my life. Combine the voice-over and the soundtrack...it's basically a movie up in my head. Very entertaining. And also distracting.
7. I have an obsession with pulling arm hair and chest hair. If I'm having a conversation with someone with hairy arms or they have chest hair poking out of their shirt...it takes serious effort to pay attention and not grab the arm hair and YANK! Sometimes I just do it. Or, today, my co-worker Bruce was talking about something and I said..."Would it help if I pulled your arm hair?" Luckily, Bruce already knows I'm weird and he said it would help and he held out his arm and I yanked. If only everyone let me yank their arm hair. Life would be perfect.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Here a tag, there a tag, everywhere a tag tag...
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No, not a skin tag. Those are just gross, aren't they? I don't mean to offend anyone out there with skin tags. I'm sure I'll have one soon enough.
I've been "tagged." I don't remember by who (or whom...I can never remember which it is) or by how many people (or peeps...I can never remember which it is...)...but I know I've been tagged and I must answer the call. You're supposed to tell who tagged you, but I don't tag and tell. Plus I don't remember. It could've been anyone. It'd be impossible to know.
So, I'm supposed to tell 7 quirks about myself. It's going to be tough to do this for a number of reasons. None of which I'm going to share at this time. I already have to share 7 quirks, I shouldn't have to tell why it will be hard, too.
#1- I loathe chit chat. I do. I think you should just get to the point. I really don't like running into people and standing around talking about absolutely nothing. I know, I know...this makes me unfriendly or something...but can you imagine all of the time I could save by not participating in chit chat? Running into neighbors/acquaintances at the store, chit chatting when on the phone before the caller gets to their point, talking to the cashier while they ring me up even slower because they can't focus on two things at once... I would have like an extra half an hour a day to watch more TV! Imagine all of the TV I could be enjoying. Instead, it's wasted on human interaction.
#2- I am convinced that all of my fears, phobias, inhibitions, etc are caused by traumas in a previous life. But I don't actually believe in past lives. I want to though. I love the idea of it. It's a great concept. That we keep progressing in each life, some innate qualities or fears we need to overcome. I also want to believe in destiny and fate. I don't. But I'd like to.
#3- If the clock says 2:11 I say "Happy Birthday" to myself! If the clock says 9:11 I have a moment of remembering 9/11 and always wonder if the people who lost someone in the 9/11 attacks think about that every time the clock turns 9:11. And how sad that would be.
#4- I'm always afraid people will think I am better than I am. Smarter, better, funnier. I feel like I should come with a disclosure... like a review mirror. ***Objects in front of you may not seem as smart or as funny or as put together as they appear***
#5- I wait for new music Tuesday every week with so much hope in my heart! Every week I count down to Tuesday...wishing and hoping that wonderful, new music will come out! And most weeks it's a bust. I get so disappointed. But I still go online every Tuesday...hopeful that this is the week for me and my iPod!
#6- I think it's so rude to pay more attention to your phone via text or other phone calls when out with people. But...I still do it. It's like saying, "Hey, I know we're together in person but this lazy arse on the other end of my phone who can only text me is more important..." But I do it, I do.
#7- I clean up after myself in a restaurant and wipe the table down for the wait staff. When I go to the doctor, I am the one that removes the paper off the table and replaces it for the next patient. I don't know why. I don't want people to think I'm rude or a mess...I suppose.
Hopefully you've learned something new about me!
So, now I am supposed to tag 7 people. I don't think I know 7 people. Or at least not 7 people who haven't already been tagged. I think I will tag Brandon, Bryan, Rinnie, Ali, Jack Bauer, Shawna and Amy.
Peace out.
No, not a skin tag. Those are just gross, aren't they? I don't mean to offend anyone out there with skin tags. I'm sure I'll have one soon enough.
I've been "tagged." I don't remember by who (or whom...I can never remember which it is) or by how many people (or peeps...I can never remember which it is...)...but I know I've been tagged and I must answer the call. You're supposed to tell who tagged you, but I don't tag and tell. Plus I don't remember. It could've been anyone. It'd be impossible to know.
So, I'm supposed to tell 7 quirks about myself. It's going to be tough to do this for a number of reasons. None of which I'm going to share at this time. I already have to share 7 quirks, I shouldn't have to tell why it will be hard, too.
#1- I loathe chit chat. I do. I think you should just get to the point. I really don't like running into people and standing around talking about absolutely nothing. I know, I know...this makes me unfriendly or something...but can you imagine all of the time I could save by not participating in chit chat? Running into neighbors/acquaintances at the store, chit chatting when on the phone before the caller gets to their point, talking to the cashier while they ring me up even slower because they can't focus on two things at once... I would have like an extra half an hour a day to watch more TV! Imagine all of the TV I could be enjoying. Instead, it's wasted on human interaction.
#2- I am convinced that all of my fears, phobias, inhibitions, etc are caused by traumas in a previous life. But I don't actually believe in past lives. I want to though. I love the idea of it. It's a great concept. That we keep progressing in each life, some innate qualities or fears we need to overcome. I also want to believe in destiny and fate. I don't. But I'd like to.
#3- If the clock says 2:11 I say "Happy Birthday" to myself! If the clock says 9:11 I have a moment of remembering 9/11 and always wonder if the people who lost someone in the 9/11 attacks think about that every time the clock turns 9:11. And how sad that would be.
#4- I'm always afraid people will think I am better than I am. Smarter, better, funnier. I feel like I should come with a disclosure... like a review mirror. ***Objects in front of you may not seem as smart or as funny or as put together as they appear***
#5- I wait for new music Tuesday every week with so much hope in my heart! Every week I count down to Tuesday...wishing and hoping that wonderful, new music will come out! And most weeks it's a bust. I get so disappointed. But I still go online every Tuesday...hopeful that this is the week for me and my iPod!
#6- I think it's so rude to pay more attention to your phone via text or other phone calls when out with people. But...I still do it. It's like saying, "Hey, I know we're together in person but this lazy arse on the other end of my phone who can only text me is more important..." But I do it, I do.
#7- I clean up after myself in a restaurant and wipe the table down for the wait staff. When I go to the doctor, I am the one that removes the paper off the table and replaces it for the next patient. I don't know why. I don't want people to think I'm rude or a mess...I suppose.
Hopefully you've learned something new about me!
So, now I am supposed to tag 7 people. I don't think I know 7 people. Or at least not 7 people who haven't already been tagged. I think I will tag Brandon, Bryan, Rinnie, Ali, Jack Bauer, Shawna and Amy.
Peace out.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Advice by Lisa: Painting Sparks
Dear Lisa Marcell,
How can I convince my husband that it's in his best interest to help paint the apartment?
Thanks,
Struggling Painter
Dear Struggling Painter,
One of the hard realizations in a marriage is that we can't convince our spouse to do as we wish. Unless of course, you married a monkey. And even then...good luck getting him potty trained. The best way to enlist your hubby's help? Enticement. Paint in the nude, using your body parts as paintbrushes. It's not only effective as an attention grabber, it rekindles that spark in the bedroom (and bathroom, living room, kitchen...or any other room that needs a fresh coat of paint) PLUS it saves money. Why waste money on paintbrushes when God gave you fingers and breasts? A little tip...put down some drop cloths.
Best of luck,
Lisa Marcell
How can I convince my husband that it's in his best interest to help paint the apartment?
Thanks,
Struggling Painter
Dear Struggling Painter,
One of the hard realizations in a marriage is that we can't convince our spouse to do as we wish. Unless of course, you married a monkey. And even then...good luck getting him potty trained. The best way to enlist your hubby's help? Enticement. Paint in the nude, using your body parts as paintbrushes. It's not only effective as an attention grabber, it rekindles that spark in the bedroom (and bathroom, living room, kitchen...or any other room that needs a fresh coat of paint) PLUS it saves money. Why waste money on paintbrushes when God gave you fingers and breasts? A little tip...put down some drop cloths.
Best of luck,
Lisa Marcell
Throw your cares away...
So, there's this new old folks retirement village that popped up near our house recently. It's adorable. They are all one story, have a garage, a driveway long enough for an RV....it's the perfect community for old folks. The houses are SO cute. I'd live there if they'd let me. I'm quiet, I don't like to use stairs and I like to go to bed early too! I bet I take as many pills as they do. I'd fit right in. But I can't. Because my birth certificate says I'm not old enough.
It's age discrimination.
But, that's not the point I'm making today. As you're driving past the community...it has signs that advertise why you'd want to live there...
"No yard maintenance!"
"No shoveling snow!"
And the main one...
"Throw your cares away!!!"
Attached to the last sign were balloons to draw your attention and get you all excited. The only problem?
The balloons were black. Upon closer inspection you could tell that there WERE black and orange (for Halloween, I presume) but the orange ones were deflated...leaving only the black balloons to advertise this old folks community. Is it really the image you want to portray? They should get a new sign...
"Throw your cares away because you're going to DIE here!!!"
It's age discrimination.
But, that's not the point I'm making today. As you're driving past the community...it has signs that advertise why you'd want to live there...
"No yard maintenance!"
"No shoveling snow!"
And the main one...
"Throw your cares away!!!"
Attached to the last sign were balloons to draw your attention and get you all excited. The only problem?
The balloons were black. Upon closer inspection you could tell that there WERE black and orange (for Halloween, I presume) but the orange ones were deflated...leaving only the black balloons to advertise this old folks community. Is it really the image you want to portray? They should get a new sign...
"Throw your cares away because you're going to DIE here!!!"
Monday, October 13, 2008
Advice by Lisa: The fart...to deny or not to deny?
Dear Lisa Marcell,
My left shoe makes a farting noise when I walk. And it just made one when I left the dispatch office at work. Do I go back in and announce that it was my shoe? What if nobody heard it? Then I sound guilty and won't be able to live it down. Or do I just keep going and hope nobody heard it, but risk that they did hear and just think I farted and then left? I'm panicked!
Thanks,
Farting and Panicked
Dear Farting and Panicked,
The appropriate response would have been a timely denial and explanation of your shoe having farted, not your rear. But, too much time has passed and it will now seem as though you concocted the shoe farting story to cover up your loose bowels. Then people will not only think you're gassy, but that you are slow, too.
There are only two options now.
1. Brazen it out, never speak of it again and hope nobody heard it.
2. Recreate the situation and do damage control at that point. How? Go back into the dispatch office and make casual conversation until the shoe farts again. At that point, let them know your left shoe farts. And tell a story about how this same thing happened at church one day, but you couldn't deny it to the whole congregation as sacrament was going on. Everyone assumed you farted and you were mortified. The story will deflect the current farting noise, make them laugh and they'll also be able to relate to you. Who hasn't had a farting shoe incident? Once the discussion of mis-diagnosed fartings finishes, leisurely stroll back to your office, ensuring that the fart noise doesn't happen again. Never wear the shoes again.
Best of luck,
Lisa Marcell
My left shoe makes a farting noise when I walk. And it just made one when I left the dispatch office at work. Do I go back in and announce that it was my shoe? What if nobody heard it? Then I sound guilty and won't be able to live it down. Or do I just keep going and hope nobody heard it, but risk that they did hear and just think I farted and then left? I'm panicked!
Thanks,
Farting and Panicked
Dear Farting and Panicked,
The appropriate response would have been a timely denial and explanation of your shoe having farted, not your rear. But, too much time has passed and it will now seem as though you concocted the shoe farting story to cover up your loose bowels. Then people will not only think you're gassy, but that you are slow, too.
There are only two options now.
1. Brazen it out, never speak of it again and hope nobody heard it.
2. Recreate the situation and do damage control at that point. How? Go back into the dispatch office and make casual conversation until the shoe farts again. At that point, let them know your left shoe farts. And tell a story about how this same thing happened at church one day, but you couldn't deny it to the whole congregation as sacrament was going on. Everyone assumed you farted and you were mortified. The story will deflect the current farting noise, make them laugh and they'll also be able to relate to you. Who hasn't had a farting shoe incident? Once the discussion of mis-diagnosed fartings finishes, leisurely stroll back to your office, ensuring that the fart noise doesn't happen again. Never wear the shoes again.
Best of luck,
Lisa Marcell
Freudian slip.....?
Absentee ballots went out in upstate New York last week. Who are the candidates for President? John McCain and....drum roll please.... Barack Osama!
No joke, folks. True story.
I know I've joked in the past about Barack having terrorist ties, but all evidence seemed circumstantial, at best. But, come on people! He's changed his name to Osama on the ballots!
At least he's finally being honest. I'll give him props for that. Apparently America was not ready for the truth though. The Obama camp had to issue the order to retract the truth. They shredded the ballots that had "errors" on them. They shredded the evidence...Enron, anyone?
After shredding the remaining ballots with "errors" on them, they mailed out corrected ballots to the individuals who received the first ones. The kicker? Those people who received both ballots can submit either one and have it counted. If you want to vote for Barack Osama, go ahead! I smell Al Qaida at work.
Obama spokesman Blake Zeff said the campaign is "glad officials are working to correct this error and we assume it won't happen again..." until America is ready for the truth...*insert maniacal laughter here*
No joke, folks. True story.
I know I've joked in the past about Barack having terrorist ties, but all evidence seemed circumstantial, at best. But, come on people! He's changed his name to Osama on the ballots!
At least he's finally being honest. I'll give him props for that. Apparently America was not ready for the truth though. The Obama camp had to issue the order to retract the truth. They shredded the ballots that had "errors" on them. They shredded the evidence...Enron, anyone?
After shredding the remaining ballots with "errors" on them, they mailed out corrected ballots to the individuals who received the first ones. The kicker? Those people who received both ballots can submit either one and have it counted. If you want to vote for Barack Osama, go ahead! I smell Al Qaida at work.
Obama spokesman Blake Zeff said the campaign is "glad officials are working to correct this error and we assume it won't happen again..." until America is ready for the truth...*insert maniacal laughter here*
Sunday, October 5, 2008
It's all about timing...
Readers, I've recently been accused of not putting enough of my personal life into this blog. That accusation is preposterous! This is my life, straight up! Or fictionalized or something. That's all in the past though.
Let me tell you about a deeply personal experience I just had. Readers, I believe we all have soulmates and I believe we will all find our perfect companion. Sadly, sometimes we aren't ready to accept that person into our lives. We're not who we want to be, who we need to be. Sometimes we think we need to see more of the world, to grow more, to do more...before we settle down. Sadly, I fell into this trap last spring. I had been in an exclusive relationship with Electric B. for 6 months when I began to feel stifled...smothered...it was all just too much. I told Electric B. that I needed some space. It wasn't him, it was me. Still, I could tell he was hurt, obviously. I thought I was making the right decision for both of us. I couldn't force him to waste his warmth on someone who wasn't in the right place to appreciate it.
But, let me tell you Readers, I thought of Electric B. fondly all summer. I missed Electric B. soooo much. But, I had to fly free, I had to find my own way. I took all summer to myself, but there was always this ache in my heart. And, recently, there's been a frost in my toes from missing Electric B.
Today, Electric B. showed up on my bed. All warm and enveloping, just like he's always been. He hadn't changed. But I had. I've seen what life is like without him. I'll always have a place in my bed for Electric B. I look forward to reconnecting. I know we'll always be together...at least till next summer when I get the itch to move on. But Electric B. will always be my soulmate.
I highly encourage those of you who are planning to live your winter without an electric blanket to reconsider. It'll change your life. You will fall in love. I know I have. I don't think I ever really fell out of love, it was just a timing issue, like most relationships. Me and Electric B. are going to last forever. Or until he needs replaced.
It's all about timing, Readers.
Let me tell you about a deeply personal experience I just had. Readers, I believe we all have soulmates and I believe we will all find our perfect companion. Sadly, sometimes we aren't ready to accept that person into our lives. We're not who we want to be, who we need to be. Sometimes we think we need to see more of the world, to grow more, to do more...before we settle down. Sadly, I fell into this trap last spring. I had been in an exclusive relationship with Electric B. for 6 months when I began to feel stifled...smothered...it was all just too much. I told Electric B. that I needed some space. It wasn't him, it was me. Still, I could tell he was hurt, obviously. I thought I was making the right decision for both of us. I couldn't force him to waste his warmth on someone who wasn't in the right place to appreciate it.
But, let me tell you Readers, I thought of Electric B. fondly all summer. I missed Electric B. soooo much. But, I had to fly free, I had to find my own way. I took all summer to myself, but there was always this ache in my heart. And, recently, there's been a frost in my toes from missing Electric B.
Today, Electric B. showed up on my bed. All warm and enveloping, just like he's always been. He hadn't changed. But I had. I've seen what life is like without him. I'll always have a place in my bed for Electric B. I look forward to reconnecting. I know we'll always be together...at least till next summer when I get the itch to move on. But Electric B. will always be my soulmate.
I highly encourage those of you who are planning to live your winter without an electric blanket to reconsider. It'll change your life. You will fall in love. I know I have. I don't think I ever really fell out of love, it was just a timing issue, like most relationships. Me and Electric B. are going to last forever. Or until he needs replaced.
It's all about timing, Readers.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Clay the Gay???
.... This is going to surprise everyone out there. Hope you're sitting down for this one! I hope you're sitting down for two reasons...
1. This news is SO shocking that you might collapse after reading this news.
2. How weird would it be if you were STANDING by your computer typing away. I know I'd make fun of you if I saw it. For the sake of your own pride, sit down while you're on the 'puter.
You ready?!?!?!? This just in: CLAY AIKEN IS A HOMOSEXUAL.
Surprised? Yeah, me neither. I think maybe only his Grandmother is surprised. Oh, and maybe all of those tweens who voted for her. Uh, I mean him. But, seriously, did you see his hair on his performance last season on American Idol?! He looked like a girl! Not even a girly man...just a girl.
Yup, he's "come out" in the latest issue of People magazine. Clay Aiken says, "Yes, I'm gay." I'm glad we straightened (no pun intended) that out! I bet the month after that the breaking story in People magazine is going to be... Ruben Studdard, "Yes, I'm fat."
Thanks for keeping it real People magazine.
1. This news is SO shocking that you might collapse after reading this news.
2. How weird would it be if you were STANDING by your computer typing away. I know I'd make fun of you if I saw it. For the sake of your own pride, sit down while you're on the 'puter.
You ready?!?!?!? This just in: CLAY AIKEN IS A HOMOSEXUAL.
Surprised? Yeah, me neither. I think maybe only his Grandmother is surprised. Oh, and maybe all of those tweens who voted for her. Uh, I mean him. But, seriously, did you see his hair on his performance last season on American Idol?! He looked like a girl! Not even a girly man...just a girl.
Yup, he's "come out" in the latest issue of People magazine. Clay Aiken says, "Yes, I'm gay." I'm glad we straightened (no pun intended) that out! I bet the month after that the breaking story in People magazine is going to be... Ruben Studdard, "Yes, I'm fat."
Thanks for keeping it real People magazine.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
No shoes, no shirt...here's the drink you ordered!
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Here's a tip: Bartending nude can get you arrested.
Sheriff's deputies doing a routine check this week at a southern Illinois bar say they discovered a not-so-routine sight. Authorities allege that 33-year-old Janet Brannon was naked while serving bar patrons at the Cabin Tavern in Delhi (DEL'-ee).
Brannon was arrested and charged with misdemeanor public indecency. She was freed on $8,000 bond.
She was the only bar employee working at the time, so the tavern was closed Thursday.
I don't know...is it that bad? It's not like she was frying hamburgers or anything. That would be considered dangerous!
All I can say is that it gives new meaning to ordering a 'Slippery Nipple' or a 'Fuzzy Navel'!!!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
It's a jungle out there...
For those of you just joining us, I work for a company called Hemingworth. We're revolutionizing the thread world, one spool at a time!***
My place of employment is located in an office building. So, at first glance, you'd assume it's a nice place. Civilized, even. But it isn't. Not by a long shot. It's a scary world in here folks. You've heard about the spider in my office...you've heard about the bat...and those two things alone seem like enough to evacuate the premises. At least, I think so. The fire/police departments didn't agree when I called them and told them the area needed to be evacuated.
Fire Chief: "What is your emergency?"
Me: "I'll get to that in a minute. Do you have any really hot, I mean H-O-T hot, single firemen?"
Fire Chief: "Mam, is there a fire?"
Me: "No. But..."
.....Dead air.... He hung up.
Police Dispatch "Mam, what is your emergency?"
Me: "This building and the surrounding area need to be evacuated."
Police Dispatch: "Is there a fire?"
Me: "No...but..."
Police Dispatch: "Is there a bomb?"
Me: "Not that I know of, but I wouldn't be surprised."
Police Dispatch: "Mam, what is the emergency?"
Me: "We have a spider infestation as well as a killer bat that's after us."
Police Dispatch: "Mam, you are an idiot and you're wasting my time. If you continue to call us everyday with this same story, you will have charges placed against you. Do not call this number again. Even if there is a fire or a bomb. We'd prefer you be blown up or burned to death. Never call here again. Do you understand me?"
Me: "No, I don't understand you. No speaka english."
.......dead air..........
Obviously, there isn't anywhere I can turn for help. I'm on my own. 'Protect and Serve'??? I think not.
After the spider and bat problem we had a stinkbug. That's right folks, a stinkbug. And a more aptly named bug, there never has been. I don't know that I've ever had the misfortune of dealing with a stinkbug before. Did you know that it actually stinks? Yeah, I didn't know either. But it does. Knowing that I couldn't receive help from the proper authorities, I was forced to eliminate the threat on my own. And I did. And it stunk up the whole office, which is apparently what stinkbugs do. I evacuated our office. Thanks for nothing police! I got this one on my own. And to think, my tax dollars pay for their salary.
This place is basically a jungle. The next problem was of a different nature...
We have no toilet paper. And this is not the first time. Am I in a refugee camp? Toilet paper seems pretty standard. But, to be fair, I never asked in the job interview if they provided the toilet paper or if I would have to do so on my own. It's my own fault, I guess, for assuming the building would be equipped with toilet paper. I thought it must be part of the initiative to save the environment! I can get behind that! Go green! I was happy to help. So, I just reused toilet paper. But, now we're even out of recycled toilet paper. And let me tell you people...we don't even have any plants around the office to use the foliage for wiping. Nada.
What is a girl supposed to do??? Well, I had a lightbulb moment. Ding! We're a thread company...use the thread! Duh! It takes about 3 spools, unraveled, to really get the job done. But, hey, we're all making sacrifices for the environment! I can do my part! Goooooo Green! Glad to help.
***I think that should be our new slogan... 'Hemingworth. Revolutionizing the world, one spool at a time!' It should be on our website, on our shirts (embroidered on our shirts, of course), it should be on our mugs (that we don't have as of yet), and I think it should be tattooed on our bosses. I truly am a marketing genius here, folks. Who could forget the brilliant slogan for Ihop... "Thank you for calling Ihop, how may I hop you?" Brilliant. Truly brilliant. Obviously, I have a gift. Some people (mostly me) have gone as far as calling me a marketing genius, and I can't deny it. And after reading this, I know you can't deny it either.
My place of employment is located in an office building. So, at first glance, you'd assume it's a nice place. Civilized, even. But it isn't. Not by a long shot. It's a scary world in here folks. You've heard about the spider in my office...you've heard about the bat...and those two things alone seem like enough to evacuate the premises. At least, I think so. The fire/police departments didn't agree when I called them and told them the area needed to be evacuated.
Fire Chief: "What is your emergency?"
Me: "I'll get to that in a minute. Do you have any really hot, I mean H-O-T hot, single firemen?"
Fire Chief: "Mam, is there a fire?"
Me: "No. But..."
.....Dead air.... He hung up.
Police Dispatch "Mam, what is your emergency?"
Me: "This building and the surrounding area need to be evacuated."
Police Dispatch: "Is there a fire?"
Me: "No...but..."
Police Dispatch: "Is there a bomb?"
Me: "Not that I know of, but I wouldn't be surprised."
Police Dispatch: "Mam, what is the emergency?"
Me: "We have a spider infestation as well as a killer bat that's after us."
Police Dispatch: "Mam, you are an idiot and you're wasting my time. If you continue to call us everyday with this same story, you will have charges placed against you. Do not call this number again. Even if there is a fire or a bomb. We'd prefer you be blown up or burned to death. Never call here again. Do you understand me?"
Me: "No, I don't understand you. No speaka english."
.......dead air..........
Obviously, there isn't anywhere I can turn for help. I'm on my own. 'Protect and Serve'??? I think not.
After the spider and bat problem we had a stinkbug. That's right folks, a stinkbug. And a more aptly named bug, there never has been. I don't know that I've ever had the misfortune of dealing with a stinkbug before. Did you know that it actually stinks? Yeah, I didn't know either. But it does. Knowing that I couldn't receive help from the proper authorities, I was forced to eliminate the threat on my own. And I did. And it stunk up the whole office, which is apparently what stinkbugs do. I evacuated our office. Thanks for nothing police! I got this one on my own. And to think, my tax dollars pay for their salary.
This place is basically a jungle. The next problem was of a different nature...
We have no toilet paper. And this is not the first time. Am I in a refugee camp? Toilet paper seems pretty standard. But, to be fair, I never asked in the job interview if they provided the toilet paper or if I would have to do so on my own. It's my own fault, I guess, for assuming the building would be equipped with toilet paper. I thought it must be part of the initiative to save the environment! I can get behind that! Go green! I was happy to help. So, I just reused toilet paper. But, now we're even out of recycled toilet paper. And let me tell you people...we don't even have any plants around the office to use the foliage for wiping. Nada.
What is a girl supposed to do??? Well, I had a lightbulb moment. Ding! We're a thread company...use the thread! Duh! It takes about 3 spools, unraveled, to really get the job done. But, hey, we're all making sacrifices for the environment! I can do my part! Goooooo Green! Glad to help.
***I think that should be our new slogan... 'Hemingworth. Revolutionizing the world, one spool at a time!' It should be on our website, on our shirts (embroidered on our shirts, of course), it should be on our mugs (that we don't have as of yet), and I think it should be tattooed on our bosses. I truly am a marketing genius here, folks. Who could forget the brilliant slogan for Ihop... "Thank you for calling Ihop, how may I hop you?" Brilliant. Truly brilliant. Obviously, I have a gift. Some people (mostly me) have gone as far as calling me a marketing genius, and I can't deny it. And after reading this, I know you can't deny it either.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
9/11
I KNOW THAT MY FEELINGS ARE NOT UNIQUE ON THIS SUBJECT AND I KNOW MUCH IS WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF 9/11...BUT I WANTED TO SHARE MY OWN THOUGHTS. THIS IS SOMETHING I WROTE 2 YEARS AGO, SO I APOLOGIZE IF IT IS RECYCLED TO YOU, BUT I FEEL JUST AS STRONGLY TODAY AS I DID WHEN I WROTE IT...
Today is nine eleven. 9/11. It's amazing how one day can change everything. It's been seven years and in so many ways it seems as though time stands still today and I am right back to that morning. That fateful morning. I still remember what I was doing, what I was wearing, where I was when I heard the news. At first I thought, as did everyone else, that it was an accident. But it wasn't long before it was realized that this was no accident. It was an intentional hit against America.
I couldn't wrap my head around that. I've never hated something or someone or someplace enough to kill one innocent person, let alone thousands of innocent bystanders. I can't fathom that. I don't think most of us can. Which, is a good thing, I suppose. I'm really reticent to believe that so many people are filled with a hatred that intense.
More than the small details of remembering what I was doing, where I was or what I was wearing, I remember my feelings. I remember being scared, being shell-shocked and more than anything, I remember feeling an overwhelming ache. I ached for the families that lost the ones closest to them. For so long, one of my biggest fears has been losing a parent or losing a sibling. I don't know how I would deal with it, or even IF I could deal with it. I thought of those families whose loved ones were on the planes. What terror did they experience in their last hour? How much did they know? I prayed that they lived in ignorance for as long as they could on that flight. Hoping, wishing that they lived with the terror for the smallest timeframe possible. I ached for the families that had a loved one in The World Trade Center. Knowing your loved one was in a building that got attacked, but still having a small bit of hope that they would be one of the few survivors. I imagine I would have been among those racing all over town, to every hospital, every clinic, every medical facility I could find, just trying to find some shred of proof that my loved one was among the survivors. I imagine that I would be among those who pray as they are running to find their loved ones, one of those who are making deals inside their head with God... willing to give up anything, promise anything, if only I found my loved one alive. I imagine that would have been me. Refusing to believe I actually lost one of the people I hold dearest. Racing to believe it wasn't possible. That somehow, my life came away unscathed. That would've been me.
Instead, I watch it unfold on a television, from a distance. I watch in disbelief, in sorrow and in anger as people I don't even know are hurting. I don't know them, I've never met them, and yet I cry with them. Because I imagine, just for a moment, that it could have been any one of us that were affected by this terror. By these terrorists.
Any one of us could have lost someone we love. But I didn't. Because I didn't live or work in that geographical location. Because I wasn't on one of those planes. Because of small, yet astronomical details in our lives we have either walked away unharmed or we had our lives forever ripped apart from tragedy.
Have any of us really walked away unscathed? I don't in any way mean to compare what I feel to those who actually lived it. I could never pretend that I know what they are feeling. But, did it change me? Yes. Most definitely, yes.
I realized that we weren't invincible here in America. I realized that we still had to fight for our Freedom. In my life, I have read textbooks of our forefathers fighting to separate us from Britain. I read of the civil war. I read of wars fought on foreign soils. I watched movies that portrayed these events. I watched them and I considered them informative, yes, but also I considered them entertainment. Because I had never lived it. I had never seen anything like it. I was born a child of the 80's. My tumultuous childhood? Crimped hair, hyper-color shirts and a rhinestone-studded denim craze. I didn't grow up in the depression. I didn't live through the Vietnam War. I didn't fight for our freedom as one of the original 13 colonies. I didn't watch one of our states get attacked as Pearl Harbor was taken down. I just reaped the benefits of all of the battles fought before me.
After 9/11 I realized that those battles still have to be fought. That America will only remain the land of the privileged and the land of the free if we are willing to stand up and fight. And, most importantly, if we don't forget.
I hope, that on this day, there are others just like me. Others who did not lose a loved one that day, but who were forever changed by what they felt.
My heart goes out to the families who lost so much that day. And to those families who have lost loved ones in the battle that followed. And for the families who will lose someone in the continuing battle. This is our history we're living, and someday, I hope my grandchildren are proud of how we've created it. But, more importantly, I hope they read of wars in a textbook, live in the land of the free and never have to see hatred of this level in their lives. That is my hope. WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THOSE LOST.
Today is nine eleven. 9/11. It's amazing how one day can change everything. It's been seven years and in so many ways it seems as though time stands still today and I am right back to that morning. That fateful morning. I still remember what I was doing, what I was wearing, where I was when I heard the news. At first I thought, as did everyone else, that it was an accident. But it wasn't long before it was realized that this was no accident. It was an intentional hit against America.
I couldn't wrap my head around that. I've never hated something or someone or someplace enough to kill one innocent person, let alone thousands of innocent bystanders. I can't fathom that. I don't think most of us can. Which, is a good thing, I suppose. I'm really reticent to believe that so many people are filled with a hatred that intense.
More than the small details of remembering what I was doing, where I was or what I was wearing, I remember my feelings. I remember being scared, being shell-shocked and more than anything, I remember feeling an overwhelming ache. I ached for the families that lost the ones closest to them. For so long, one of my biggest fears has been losing a parent or losing a sibling. I don't know how I would deal with it, or even IF I could deal with it. I thought of those families whose loved ones were on the planes. What terror did they experience in their last hour? How much did they know? I prayed that they lived in ignorance for as long as they could on that flight. Hoping, wishing that they lived with the terror for the smallest timeframe possible. I ached for the families that had a loved one in The World Trade Center. Knowing your loved one was in a building that got attacked, but still having a small bit of hope that they would be one of the few survivors. I imagine I would have been among those racing all over town, to every hospital, every clinic, every medical facility I could find, just trying to find some shred of proof that my loved one was among the survivors. I imagine that I would be among those who pray as they are running to find their loved ones, one of those who are making deals inside their head with God... willing to give up anything, promise anything, if only I found my loved one alive. I imagine that would have been me. Refusing to believe I actually lost one of the people I hold dearest. Racing to believe it wasn't possible. That somehow, my life came away unscathed. That would've been me.
Instead, I watch it unfold on a television, from a distance. I watch in disbelief, in sorrow and in anger as people I don't even know are hurting. I don't know them, I've never met them, and yet I cry with them. Because I imagine, just for a moment, that it could have been any one of us that were affected by this terror. By these terrorists.
Any one of us could have lost someone we love. But I didn't. Because I didn't live or work in that geographical location. Because I wasn't on one of those planes. Because of small, yet astronomical details in our lives we have either walked away unharmed or we had our lives forever ripped apart from tragedy.
Have any of us really walked away unscathed? I don't in any way mean to compare what I feel to those who actually lived it. I could never pretend that I know what they are feeling. But, did it change me? Yes. Most definitely, yes.
I realized that we weren't invincible here in America. I realized that we still had to fight for our Freedom. In my life, I have read textbooks of our forefathers fighting to separate us from Britain. I read of the civil war. I read of wars fought on foreign soils. I watched movies that portrayed these events. I watched them and I considered them informative, yes, but also I considered them entertainment. Because I had never lived it. I had never seen anything like it. I was born a child of the 80's. My tumultuous childhood? Crimped hair, hyper-color shirts and a rhinestone-studded denim craze. I didn't grow up in the depression. I didn't live through the Vietnam War. I didn't fight for our freedom as one of the original 13 colonies. I didn't watch one of our states get attacked as Pearl Harbor was taken down. I just reaped the benefits of all of the battles fought before me.
After 9/11 I realized that those battles still have to be fought. That America will only remain the land of the privileged and the land of the free if we are willing to stand up and fight. And, most importantly, if we don't forget.
I hope, that on this day, there are others just like me. Others who did not lose a loved one that day, but who were forever changed by what they felt.
My heart goes out to the families who lost so much that day. And to those families who have lost loved ones in the battle that followed. And for the families who will lose someone in the continuing battle. This is our history we're living, and someday, I hope my grandchildren are proud of how we've created it. But, more importantly, I hope they read of wars in a textbook, live in the land of the free and never have to see hatred of this level in their lives. That is my hope. WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THOSE LOST.
Monday, September 8, 2008
The couple who....
I've always heard that the more you have in common with your significant other, the more likely you are to stay together. You've all heard the sayings...
'The couple who plays together, stays together.'
'The couple who snorts crack together, stays together.' Or...whatever the saying is.
You know the sayings...we've all heard them.
And the one I am addressing today?
'The couple who exercises together, stays together.'
I was driving down the road and I saw a cute couple, in their golden years, walking in the morning sun. And I thought, I guess it's true what they say. The couple who exercises together, stays together. And then I saw that they stopped and since my windows were rolled down I also heard them yelling at one another. I could only catch yelling and then I heard the husband say, "FINE, see you at home!" He then crossed the street and proceeded with his morning walk. She stayed on the opposite side of the street from him.... and they continued to walk at about the same pace and heading in the same direction...but on different sides of the road.
And I can't help but think that this fight wouldn't have happened if they had just stayed at home in the first place.
Moral of the story: stay home, don't exercise.
"The couple who has outside interests and hobbies stay together instead of yelling at one another on a morning run."
Learn from this couple in their golden years...quit exercising now. It could save your marriage.
'The couple who plays together, stays together.'
'The couple who snorts crack together, stays together.' Or...whatever the saying is.
You know the sayings...we've all heard them.
And the one I am addressing today?
'The couple who exercises together, stays together.'
I was driving down the road and I saw a cute couple, in their golden years, walking in the morning sun. And I thought, I guess it's true what they say. The couple who exercises together, stays together. And then I saw that they stopped and since my windows were rolled down I also heard them yelling at one another. I could only catch yelling and then I heard the husband say, "FINE, see you at home!" He then crossed the street and proceeded with his morning walk. She stayed on the opposite side of the street from him.... and they continued to walk at about the same pace and heading in the same direction...but on different sides of the road.
And I can't help but think that this fight wouldn't have happened if they had just stayed at home in the first place.
Moral of the story: stay home, don't exercise.
"The couple who has outside interests and hobbies stay together instead of yelling at one another on a morning run."
Learn from this couple in their golden years...quit exercising now. It could save your marriage.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Complete Mystery...
Here's the thing...I can't stand Kiefer Sutherland. I think he's icky. He seems like a tiny little man. And he crosses his legs like a girl. I've only ever seen him in one movie and he played an evil rapist. He smokes. And I am pretty darn sure he's gay, which isn't going to work for me. (see picture above as proof) Not looking good for The Kiefer. I don't find him sexy at all. I find him pretty skeazy, actually.
What's the mystery, you may be asking???
I LOVE JACK BAUER. Some may argue that Sutherland plays Bauer. But I am willing to stake my life on the fact that Bauer plays Sutherland.
Jack Bauer is one of the finest actors around. In his normal work day he saves the world, with very little help from others. In his downtime, he plays this actor Kiefer Sutherland. And, if I didn't know better...I'd almost think Sutherland was a real person. Luckily, I know better.
Recap:
Kiefer= not a real person, skeazy and has horrible fashion sense.
Jack= saves the world over and over, sexy as can be, pretends to be Kiefer in his downtime, totes a gun around but still manages to have tender moments and look reeeeeally hot doing it!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I'd like my politics (and my bagel) with a little shmeer please!
Election year is upon us! Although I have a previous post about my own political views (Jack Bauer '08) I recently came across some information* that I think my readers have a right to know when deciding who to vote for.
For all you John McCain supporters out there, the biggest thing you should be aware of is that he eats babies. I didn't believe it when Brandon first told me, but it must be true. If you go to google and type in "John McCain eats babies" it brings up tons of totally reputable search results. If you find it in google, then it is completely true! I'm sure you already know that. So, obviously, I can't vote for John McCain.
That leaves us with Obama. Yes, his middle name is Hussein and sure...that seems suspicious, but I doubt it means anything really. I also remember hearing silly people call him 'Obama BinLaden' and I would giggle because clearly people are making something out of nothing! So what if it rhymes with Osama? Lisa rhymes with Pisa...it doesn't mean I lean to one side! Or does it...?
Like I said, I thought this Obama BinLaden garbage was just silly. Until he announced his running mate! Biden. Biden? That name looks familiar...B...I....D....E...N....hmm, what's missing....??? Bi(nla)den! Aha! There it is...BInlaDEN. Binladen. Biden+nla= Binladen! Sure, if it was just Obama rhyming with Osama or just Biden being 3 letters away from Binladen...we might be able to blow this off, but both of them? Clearly the terrorists are trying to take over the country. And, honestly, I think they are in danger of pulling off the biggest coup de grace in history! It's the Trojan Horse and in the future they will read history books wondering how in the world we fell for it... Bravo, Obama Hussein Bi(nla)den, Bravo!
Obviously we can't vote for Obama either.
Who does this leave? Ralph Nader. Nobody can find anything bad on this guy. Who as his running mate? Ross Perot, of course! They are the safe bet! I can't vote for a baby eating fool or the terrorists!
Write in Nader/Perot for '08! Give our country a chance!
*By "Information" I mean silly rumors and accusations brought on by the shmeer tactic in politics...
For all you John McCain supporters out there, the biggest thing you should be aware of is that he eats babies. I didn't believe it when Brandon first told me, but it must be true. If you go to google and type in "John McCain eats babies" it brings up tons of totally reputable search results. If you find it in google, then it is completely true! I'm sure you already know that. So, obviously, I can't vote for John McCain.
That leaves us with Obama. Yes, his middle name is Hussein and sure...that seems suspicious, but I doubt it means anything really. I also remember hearing silly people call him 'Obama BinLaden' and I would giggle because clearly people are making something out of nothing! So what if it rhymes with Osama? Lisa rhymes with Pisa...it doesn't mean I lean to one side! Or does it...?
Like I said, I thought this Obama BinLaden garbage was just silly. Until he announced his running mate! Biden. Biden? That name looks familiar...B...I....D....E...N....hmm, what's missing....??? Bi(nla)den! Aha! There it is...BInlaDEN. Binladen. Biden+nla= Binladen! Sure, if it was just Obama rhyming with Osama or just Biden being 3 letters away from Binladen...we might be able to blow this off, but both of them? Clearly the terrorists are trying to take over the country. And, honestly, I think they are in danger of pulling off the biggest coup de grace in history! It's the Trojan Horse and in the future they will read history books wondering how in the world we fell for it... Bravo, Obama Hussein Bi(nla)den, Bravo!
Obviously we can't vote for Obama either.
Who does this leave? Ralph Nader. Nobody can find anything bad on this guy. Who as his running mate? Ross Perot, of course! They are the safe bet! I can't vote for a baby eating fool or the terrorists!
Write in Nader/Perot for '08! Give our country a chance!
*By "Information" I mean silly rumors and accusations brought on by the shmeer tactic in politics...
Monday, August 25, 2008
Piddy Puff Puff will pop a cap in his A!!!
Deputy Pulls Gun During Stop of Diddy's Entourage
A sheriff's deputy pulled a gun on members of Diddy's entourage during a routine traffic stop over the weekend, but the situation was quickly resolved and a spokesman for the entertainer said the deputy was professional and respectful.
The gun was never pointed at the hip-hop mogul, and deputies were "very respectful" during the stop early Saturday, spokesman Ed Tagliaferri said Monday.
Diddy was traveling on Sunset Boulevard in a seven-car convoy when a deputy pulled over one of the vehicles. Combs was not in the car that was stopped for having an expired registration tag.
Sheriff's spokesman Steve Whitmore says the deputy became concerned when several men approached the vehicle. The deputy unholstered his gun and the situation quickly cooled down.
No citations were issued because the car was a rental.
They can say what they want... "the situation was quickly resolved..." blah, blah, blah! I don't buy it! They may have done that for appearances, but you don't dis Piddy Puff Puff! Aka: Puff Daddy. That Sheriff better watch his back. Someone will pop a cap in his A if he's not careful. I don't know if it will be Sean "Puffy" Combs, P. Diddy, Puff Daddy or Piddy Puff Puff...but someone is going to take him out!
A sheriff's deputy pulled a gun on members of Diddy's entourage during a routine traffic stop over the weekend, but the situation was quickly resolved and a spokesman for the entertainer said the deputy was professional and respectful.
The gun was never pointed at the hip-hop mogul, and deputies were "very respectful" during the stop early Saturday, spokesman Ed Tagliaferri said Monday.
Diddy was traveling on Sunset Boulevard in a seven-car convoy when a deputy pulled over one of the vehicles. Combs was not in the car that was stopped for having an expired registration tag.
Sheriff's spokesman Steve Whitmore says the deputy became concerned when several men approached the vehicle. The deputy unholstered his gun and the situation quickly cooled down.
No citations were issued because the car was a rental.
They can say what they want... "the situation was quickly resolved..." blah, blah, blah! I don't buy it! They may have done that for appearances, but you don't dis Piddy Puff Puff! Aka: Puff Daddy. That Sheriff better watch his back. Someone will pop a cap in his A if he's not careful. I don't know if it will be Sean "Puffy" Combs, P. Diddy, Puff Daddy or Piddy Puff Puff...but someone is going to take him out!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Spider Assassination Attempt...again.
As mentioned in the 'Bat' blog entry, here is the spider story from work...
There are key players in this blog entry and they are as follows:
Lisa- Victim
Amber- Laughing bystander
Ali- Evil Spider Lady
Bruce- Villain masquerading as a hero
So the story begins...
It was just another day in paradise at the local embroidery company, everyone working diligently, and business humming along. Lisa was sitting at her desk when suddenly Ali came up behind her and placed an empty box on Lisa's head. Silly little prank...harmless, so she thought...until Lisa noticed that there was a SPIDER in the "empty" box! Lisa immediately grabbed the box off of her head and threw it against the wall....and ran across the hall to Bruce/Amber's office...
Lisa pulled herself together and told Bruce in a calm, rational, grown-up manner that there was a spider in her office and would he please have a look when he got a moment? Thanks so much................
Okay, who am I kidding??? We all know I ran across the hall in a panic. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, all I could really get out was... "spider...in....my....office...spider...it's going to kill me...please...." Then I passed out and had to be revived with smelling salts. What did Amber do? Laugh at me the whole time.
Bruce, being the "hero" at this moment in time, went across the hall and appeared to diligently search for the spider. He was being my hero! My rescuer! He fulfilled his blue* duties very well.
Looking back on it...after his later behavior, I think he just went into my office and sat there for a while. I doubt he actually looked for the spider at all!
But, at the time, I had no way of knowing of the evil lurking inside him. I thought was just being an amazingly helpful man and that he was trying to solve my problem. Not true. But I didn't know any better.
Bruce came back across the hall and told me he had looked, but to no avail. The spider had disappeared.**
I spend the next 20 minutes in the other office trying to make myself believe that the spider wasn't just laying in wait in my office...waiting to kill me. I convinced myself I was just being silly and that I should go right back to my office and act like a grown up!!! So, I hesitantly and timidly walked back to my office...on the look out the whole time...I looked on my chair, my desk, the walls, the floor...no spider...Bruce is right...it's gone...I need to just calm down.
And then all of my fears were confirmed. I was right all along. It was just waiting to destroy me!!! It was waiting UNDER MY IPOD!!!!!!!!!! How dare it?!
Here is a victory for me: I smashed the little beastard! I killed it! I felt good about what I had done and wanted to share my victory with someone that I thought was a helpful hero... but, no, he isn't. I went and told Bruce and he reminded me that there were more spiders where that one came from. Also, he felt the need to torment me the rest of the day by telling me how spiders will drop from the air vents and ceilings to attack me, so I wouldn't be safe anywhere.
What a gem, eh? He's from the devil, obviously.
For now, I survived another spider assassination attempt. I should be on that TLC tv show called, "I shouldn't be alive!" And I can tell my harrowing tales of my near death experiences with these spiders. I truly am a miracle. I'll be signing autographs later.***
* Blue refers to the duties I believe men should do. Locate and kill all insects and rodents. Diagnose my car troubles based on the noises I recreate for you, even via the phone. Know the answer to any question, on any subject.
**For future reference: if you can not locate the errant insect/rodent, you must do your best to make me believe you found it, killed it and have warned away any of it's friends. Under no circumstances should you come back without having eradicated the before mentioned rodent/insect.
*** For a nominal fee. (and by "nominal fee" I really mean "for a great, big, fat fee.")
There are key players in this blog entry and they are as follows:
Lisa- Victim
Amber- Laughing bystander
Ali- Evil Spider Lady
Bruce- Villain masquerading as a hero
So the story begins...
It was just another day in paradise at the local embroidery company, everyone working diligently, and business humming along. Lisa was sitting at her desk when suddenly Ali came up behind her and placed an empty box on Lisa's head. Silly little prank...harmless, so she thought...until Lisa noticed that there was a SPIDER in the "empty" box! Lisa immediately grabbed the box off of her head and threw it against the wall....and ran across the hall to Bruce/Amber's office...
Lisa pulled herself together and told Bruce in a calm, rational, grown-up manner that there was a spider in her office and would he please have a look when he got a moment? Thanks so much................
Okay, who am I kidding??? We all know I ran across the hall in a panic. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, all I could really get out was... "spider...in....my....office...spider...it's going to kill me...please...." Then I passed out and had to be revived with smelling salts. What did Amber do? Laugh at me the whole time.
Bruce, being the "hero" at this moment in time, went across the hall and appeared to diligently search for the spider. He was being my hero! My rescuer! He fulfilled his blue* duties very well.
Looking back on it...after his later behavior, I think he just went into my office and sat there for a while. I doubt he actually looked for the spider at all!
But, at the time, I had no way of knowing of the evil lurking inside him. I thought was just being an amazingly helpful man and that he was trying to solve my problem. Not true. But I didn't know any better.
Bruce came back across the hall and told me he had looked, but to no avail. The spider had disappeared.**
I spend the next 20 minutes in the other office trying to make myself believe that the spider wasn't just laying in wait in my office...waiting to kill me. I convinced myself I was just being silly and that I should go right back to my office and act like a grown up!!! So, I hesitantly and timidly walked back to my office...on the look out the whole time...I looked on my chair, my desk, the walls, the floor...no spider...Bruce is right...it's gone...I need to just calm down.
And then all of my fears were confirmed. I was right all along. It was just waiting to destroy me!!! It was waiting UNDER MY IPOD!!!!!!!!!! How dare it?!
Here is a victory for me: I smashed the little beastard! I killed it! I felt good about what I had done and wanted to share my victory with someone that I thought was a helpful hero... but, no, he isn't. I went and told Bruce and he reminded me that there were more spiders where that one came from. Also, he felt the need to torment me the rest of the day by telling me how spiders will drop from the air vents and ceilings to attack me, so I wouldn't be safe anywhere.
What a gem, eh? He's from the devil, obviously.
For now, I survived another spider assassination attempt. I should be on that TLC tv show called, "I shouldn't be alive!" And I can tell my harrowing tales of my near death experiences with these spiders. I truly am a miracle. I'll be signing autographs later.***
* Blue refers to the duties I believe men should do. Locate and kill all insects and rodents. Diagnose my car troubles based on the noises I recreate for you, even via the phone. Know the answer to any question, on any subject.
**For future reference: if you can not locate the errant insect/rodent, you must do your best to make me believe you found it, killed it and have warned away any of it's friends. Under no circumstances should you come back without having eradicated the before mentioned rodent/insect.
*** For a nominal fee. (and by "nominal fee" I really mean "for a great, big, fat fee.")
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I do not have time to become a bat!
So, we have a new visitor at work. Believe me, if it had been up to me, I wouldn't have given him a visitor's badge. But I'm not in charge of security...so...he's here to stay. Security is a joke in this office.
We've already had infestation problems at work. A spider that was trying to kill me (more on that later, in a separate blog entry), a beetle that was trying to kill Ali (I think she had it coming to her...she dis-invited it to her party after they had a fight, for crying out loud!) and now a bat!
The spiders have obviously called in their reinforcements. Realizing they were unable to kill me at home...they tried at work. And when that failed, they are now sending in the bats. To kill me, obviously.
I am holding up amazingly well, all things considered.
How it started:
Bruce came into my office and told me we have a bat. Well, Bruce is a trickster and also enjoys tormenting me about spiders, so I figured he was just upping his torture game to a whole new level. Now he's including bats along with spider stories! Turns out there really is a bat...
The girly reactions in our office...
Me: Are you kidding me with this Bruce? No, really, are you serious? This isn't funny. Bruce, this really isn't funny, are you kidding me? It's probably a vampire bat!
(Bruce's response to that was that it probably IS a vampire bat and that it followed me here because it recognized it's leader. Rude! I don't know if he was referring to my fang-ish teeth, my pale skin/dark hair combo or the fact that I drink blood. We may never know because I killed Bruce and drank his blood to punish him for his comment.)
Ali: Eeeeeeewwww!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Bat, bat, bat, eeeeeeee!!!! Run for your lives!
Amber: Awww, I think it's kinda cute. I want to see it's wings.
I told our warehouse guy, Ben about the bat. His response? "Hmmm."
(Apparently he wasn't impressed with our bat. I can't really blame him.)
So time goes on and someone decides to spray the bat with an air can. It wasn't me. I would never! I'm insulted that you would even ask me if it was me! Unbelievable!
The same person threw a rock at the bat...
The bat never spread it's wings and attacked. It's just still sitting in the same position that it was when the picture (above) was taken. Personally, I know it's just biding it's time...till it can attack.
I can't afford to have rabies right now. Not again.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Yes, I'm sure!
You wanna know what really piffs me off? When someone asks me if I'm sure about doing something I am already in the process of doing. You know what bothers me more? When a computer asks me if I'm sure! Yes, I'm sure!
I'm deleting a file...and it wants to know if I'm sure. Well, yeah, kinda. I wouldn't have pressed the "delete a file" button if really I was looking to press the 'my computer is retarded' button instead.
When would an "are you sure you want to perform this action?" button come in handy???
"Are you sure you would like to launch a nuclear attack?"
"Are you sure you want to drink that much tequila?"
"Do you really think that those neon yellow pants are slimming?"
"Would dancing around on the table at a work Christmas party with nothing but a bra, panties and your boss' tie around your head be a good idea?"
Things like that would be useful in life. But, "are you sure you want to delete this file?"....not helpful.
I'm deleting a file...and it wants to know if I'm sure. Well, yeah, kinda. I wouldn't have pressed the "delete a file" button if really I was looking to press the 'my computer is retarded' button instead.
When would an "are you sure you want to perform this action?" button come in handy???
"Are you sure you would like to launch a nuclear attack?"
"Are you sure you want to drink that much tequila?"
"Do you really think that those neon yellow pants are slimming?"
"Would dancing around on the table at a work Christmas party with nothing but a bra, panties and your boss' tie around your head be a good idea?"
Things like that would be useful in life. But, "are you sure you want to delete this file?"....not helpful.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Bandits!!!
Sweet? lovable? Innocent?
I think not!
What am I speaking of? Children, of course! They pretend, they play a good game. But I see through their charade. They are bandits, robbers, thieves...
Every summer I go through this. I'm minding my own business, driving home (or to the store, or to work, or to the liquor store...you get the point...I was driving, minding my own business) when suddenly one of these little pipsqueaks step out from their sidewalk holding a sign, "lemonade for sell!"
Some of them even go so far as to say, "lemonade for sell, please stop or I will not be able to feed my family tonight!"
Okay, maybe they don't say that, but they might as well. I feel guilty all the same. And I am always compelled to stop. I can't help myself. I must stop. I never drink the lemonade. No way. You never know what those devious little creatures put in the lemonade. Maybe an addictive agent...so I come back again and again and pay 12 times the actual cost of the lemonade.
These evil genius tykes are amazing. And I am an enabler. I stop every time and pay a ridiculous price for a cup of lemonade and then pour it out as soon as I am out of sight.
These kids are never gonna learn to go get a real job. You know who they grow up to be? The bums on the side of the road with signs asking for help/money/food...but they don't even offer jacked up lemonade anymore! They offer nothing in return for the money you give them...those lemonade stand kids grow up and figure out how to bamboozle you out of money without offering anything in return! They are good...so good...and I am a foolish enabler...
They are bandits! For your own safety, watch out! It's a dangerous world.
I think not!
What am I speaking of? Children, of course! They pretend, they play a good game. But I see through their charade. They are bandits, robbers, thieves...
Every summer I go through this. I'm minding my own business, driving home (or to the store, or to work, or to the liquor store...you get the point...I was driving, minding my own business) when suddenly one of these little pipsqueaks step out from their sidewalk holding a sign, "lemonade for sell!"
Some of them even go so far as to say, "lemonade for sell, please stop or I will not be able to feed my family tonight!"
Okay, maybe they don't say that, but they might as well. I feel guilty all the same. And I am always compelled to stop. I can't help myself. I must stop. I never drink the lemonade. No way. You never know what those devious little creatures put in the lemonade. Maybe an addictive agent...so I come back again and again and pay 12 times the actual cost of the lemonade.
These evil genius tykes are amazing. And I am an enabler. I stop every time and pay a ridiculous price for a cup of lemonade and then pour it out as soon as I am out of sight.
These kids are never gonna learn to go get a real job. You know who they grow up to be? The bums on the side of the road with signs asking for help/money/food...but they don't even offer jacked up lemonade anymore! They offer nothing in return for the money you give them...those lemonade stand kids grow up and figure out how to bamboozle you out of money without offering anything in return! They are good...so good...and I am a foolish enabler...
They are bandits! For your own safety, watch out! It's a dangerous world.
Friday, August 8, 2008
8-8-8
August 8th, 2008 or... 8/8/8
Wow, won't happen for another thousand years. And at that point I will be a cyborg, so it won't be nearly as exciting.
My goal for 8-8-8.... I wanted to either have a baby on this day or to marry on this day.
They have both fallen through, unfortch.
Last night it occurred to me (my mom pointed it out, actually) that it might be difficult for me to have a baby today, not being pregnant and all. And I guess she's right. Which means that on 8-8-8 I will not be having a baby. I guess I will have to settle for stealing a baby. I know someone who works in the mother/baby unit at the hospital. Hopefully she can help! *wink, wink*
As for the wedding....well, I'm not dating anyone special. So, I'm going to have to go with a stranger or someone completely wrong for me. It's the only way. I am still accepting applications, but we will have to leave soon if we want to get to Vegas on time.
What I'm really hoping for is that I meet Prince Charming in the next few hours so we can head on down to Vegas and marry on 8-8-8! And I would imagine our marriage would last...at least a day or so.
I've always wanted a quickie Vegas wedding. If you know anyone...send them my way!
I can't believe I'm going to have a husband and a stolen baby all in one day!
Wow, won't happen for another thousand years. And at that point I will be a cyborg, so it won't be nearly as exciting.
My goal for 8-8-8.... I wanted to either have a baby on this day or to marry on this day.
They have both fallen through, unfortch.
Last night it occurred to me (my mom pointed it out, actually) that it might be difficult for me to have a baby today, not being pregnant and all. And I guess she's right. Which means that on 8-8-8 I will not be having a baby. I guess I will have to settle for stealing a baby. I know someone who works in the mother/baby unit at the hospital. Hopefully she can help! *wink, wink*
As for the wedding....well, I'm not dating anyone special. So, I'm going to have to go with a stranger or someone completely wrong for me. It's the only way. I am still accepting applications, but we will have to leave soon if we want to get to Vegas on time.
What I'm really hoping for is that I meet Prince Charming in the next few hours so we can head on down to Vegas and marry on 8-8-8! And I would imagine our marriage would last...at least a day or so.
I've always wanted a quickie Vegas wedding. If you know anyone...send them my way!
I can't believe I'm going to have a husband and a stolen baby all in one day!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Mystery of the Latinas
I think it's pretty obvious that I've always connected to my Latina Sisters. Deeply. I've even been mistaken as a Latina. It's no doubt due to my dark coloring.
About a year ago I started receiving 'Latina' magazine in the mail. I was confused, not because I didn't love it (who wouldn't?) but because I didn't know why I was receiving it. I hadn't requested it, I hadn't subscribed and I hadn't paid for it. I thought maybe it was just a free sample so they could try and get me hooked into all things Latina!
It came the next month too. And the month after that. And it kept coming.
Realizing it had to be a subscription service, I decided someone was sending it to me as a joke! I figured out who it must be. Who else? Brandon! Had to be. No other explanation. I didn't mention that I was on to him because that would ruin the fun.
Instead, I retaliated by sending him a bazillion catalogs he wouldn't want. Paula Young's Wig collection, Victoria's Secret, one about shoes for old people...
(actually, the last one might be helpful, he is getting on in years)
I figured, tit for tat! Suck on that Brandon! I showed him!
Cut to...a year later. I receive a notice in the mail that my subscription to Latina is ending and the pricing terms for renewing my subscription. I giggled when I thought about how Brandon sent this to me to be cruel and I retaliated by sending him at least 10 catalogs/magazines to be even more cruel than he thought about being.
Good times. Such a great friendship.
I mention to him a few nights later that my subscription is ending and that I hope he enjoyed his own retaliation magazines! Turns out... he knows nothing about the Latina magazine. He didn't do it. He said he would have done it if he had thought of it because he thinks it was brilliant.
And suddenly...I feel ashamed of the fact that I punished him severely for something he didn't even do. Bad Lisa!
Then I giggled and decided that if he didn't expect and appreciate that kind of collateral damage from our friendship...he would've bailed a long time ago!
So, my time with Latina magazine is coming to a close. It has been a great year, Latinas. I've learned mucho from you! Gracias!
(For those of you who don't get Latina magazine, 'Gracias' is 'Thank You' in spanish)
About a year ago I started receiving 'Latina' magazine in the mail. I was confused, not because I didn't love it (who wouldn't?) but because I didn't know why I was receiving it. I hadn't requested it, I hadn't subscribed and I hadn't paid for it. I thought maybe it was just a free sample so they could try and get me hooked into all things Latina!
It came the next month too. And the month after that. And it kept coming.
Realizing it had to be a subscription service, I decided someone was sending it to me as a joke! I figured out who it must be. Who else? Brandon! Had to be. No other explanation. I didn't mention that I was on to him because that would ruin the fun.
Instead, I retaliated by sending him a bazillion catalogs he wouldn't want. Paula Young's Wig collection, Victoria's Secret, one about shoes for old people...
(actually, the last one might be helpful, he is getting on in years)
I figured, tit for tat! Suck on that Brandon! I showed him!
Cut to...a year later. I receive a notice in the mail that my subscription to Latina is ending and the pricing terms for renewing my subscription. I giggled when I thought about how Brandon sent this to me to be cruel and I retaliated by sending him at least 10 catalogs/magazines to be even more cruel than he thought about being.
Good times. Such a great friendship.
I mention to him a few nights later that my subscription is ending and that I hope he enjoyed his own retaliation magazines! Turns out... he knows nothing about the Latina magazine. He didn't do it. He said he would have done it if he had thought of it because he thinks it was brilliant.
And suddenly...I feel ashamed of the fact that I punished him severely for something he didn't even do. Bad Lisa!
Then I giggled and decided that if he didn't expect and appreciate that kind of collateral damage from our friendship...he would've bailed a long time ago!
So, my time with Latina magazine is coming to a close. It has been a great year, Latinas. I've learned mucho from you! Gracias!
(For those of you who don't get Latina magazine, 'Gracias' is 'Thank You' in spanish)
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Purist
Purist
Noun, Definition: One who practices or urges strict correctness
I've often struggled with defining myself. I have spent a lot of time in my life "finding myself" and "looking within" and trying to determine how best to define who I am. I thought it might take me many more years to decide this, to find the truth inside.
And the other day...it hit me...in one split second I knew how to define myself. It wasn't difficult, I wasn't even looking...it was just there. I'm a purist.
More specifically, I'm a French Fry Purist. (FFP, from here on out)
How do you know if you're an FFP?
This is the defining moment... you order french (or freedom) fries, you anxiously await your order.... and the wait-person sets it down....
and the fries are seasoned. Are they kidding me with this??? Seasoned? I ordered french fries, not seasonings on a potato. Unbelievable! They should always give me the option.
I enjoy fries in their pure form... (no, not as a potato) the pure french fry form. A potato fried in grease. Leave your seasonings off it!
Purist...that's me!
Noun, Definition: One who practices or urges strict correctness
I've often struggled with defining myself. I have spent a lot of time in my life "finding myself" and "looking within" and trying to determine how best to define who I am. I thought it might take me many more years to decide this, to find the truth inside.
And the other day...it hit me...in one split second I knew how to define myself. It wasn't difficult, I wasn't even looking...it was just there. I'm a purist.
More specifically, I'm a French Fry Purist. (FFP, from here on out)
How do you know if you're an FFP?
This is the defining moment... you order french (or freedom) fries, you anxiously await your order.... and the wait-person sets it down....
and the fries are seasoned. Are they kidding me with this??? Seasoned? I ordered french fries, not seasonings on a potato. Unbelievable! They should always give me the option.
I enjoy fries in their pure form... (no, not as a potato) the pure french fry form. A potato fried in grease. Leave your seasonings off it!
Purist...that's me!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
My political views
Some of the most frequent questions I get asked are.......
1. "Lisa, who should I vote for?"
2. "Lisa, who will YOU vote for?"
3. "Lisa, did you really have an affair with Obama?"
4. "Lisa, is it true that you were a POW with McCain?"
5. "Lisa, why aren't you running for president?"
In the past I've always replied to personal questions with, "I'm not accepting questions at this time."
But I've decided it's time to answer the people. My answers are:
1. Ross Perot
2. Jack Bauer
3. No Comment, other than to say I do have a dress and call recordings that I am preserving in case I need it in the future to back up any of my future claims. *
4.You'll have to read our joint biography (due out late October 2012)
5. I don't have that kind of time. Plus, if wearing white makes you look fat, can you imagine what the press conferences in front of the white house would do for my figure???
I feel like I'm finally being honest with America. I'm so glad to have gotten this off my chest.
Hopefully America feels like they got the truth, finally!
*Or if the baby turns out to be his. It's either his or Kobe Bryant's...
1. "Lisa, who should I vote for?"
2. "Lisa, who will YOU vote for?"
3. "Lisa, did you really have an affair with Obama?"
4. "Lisa, is it true that you were a POW with McCain?"
5. "Lisa, why aren't you running for president?"
In the past I've always replied to personal questions with, "I'm not accepting questions at this time."
But I've decided it's time to answer the people. My answers are:
1. Ross Perot
2. Jack Bauer
3. No Comment, other than to say I do have a dress and call recordings that I am preserving in case I need it in the future to back up any of my future claims. *
4.You'll have to read our joint biography (due out late October 2012)
5. I don't have that kind of time. Plus, if wearing white makes you look fat, can you imagine what the press conferences in front of the white house would do for my figure???
I feel like I'm finally being honest with America. I'm so glad to have gotten this off my chest.
Hopefully America feels like they got the truth, finally!
*Or if the baby turns out to be his. It's either his or Kobe Bryant's...
Friday, July 18, 2008
Deep thoughts and pimping...
In happy and exciting news....the 'shoe carnival' is in town!!! Yippee!!! I've never been to a shoe carnival. I don't know if they make the shoes perform. Is there a bearded lady shoe? A midget shoe? Two headed shoe??? I don't know, but the possibilities seem endless!!! I'm gonna get me some cotton candy and watch the shoes entertain me! It's located where the old Pier One used to be. I don't know why it would be in a retail store environment? Usually carnivals are in a big top tent! Maybe they should get some pointers from Ringling Brothers...
I'm 27 and as far as I'm aware, I've been eating my whole life. I can't say for sure because those first few months are a little blurry...but I think I have. I haven't always had teeth and had to chew my food, but again, it's been a long while of me doing that as well. So, my question is...if I've been eating for approximately 27 years...how do I just all of the sudden bite my lip or cheek when eating? What happens? Who was in charge of keeping my massive lips out of the way while chewing? I think I put Pedro in charge of that....slacker...he's totally canned. I bit my lip the other day and now it hurts all of the time. What was Pedro thinking? He was probably busy keeping the tongue out of the way of my teeth and neglected the lip thinking someone else was on it. Idioto! (That's spanish for 'idiot.' Pedro only speaks spanish. Maybe that was the problem...)
I find it a curious thing when babies go to the doctor for their check ups. I think babies should have check ups...I just think the information their parents come out with is funny. I find it funny that the doctors rate them according to percentages. Oh, your baby is the 77th percentile in height and the 23rd for weight. I am SO glad doctors don't do that! I don't want to hear, "Well Lisa, you're 1431 weeks old now! You're in the 12th percentile for height and the 476th percentile for weight! Lay off the formula! You don't need to eat every 2 hours, you haven't needed to eat every two hours since you were 12 weeks old. We'll see you in a month!"
One final thought:
Is it just me or does it seem a little presumptuous to name your child 'Joy'? How do you know they'll be joyful? How do you know that they'll be a joy to talk to? You don't. I think that should be for the rest of us to decide. You don't see me changing my name to Beautiful, Perfect or Funny...do you? And all of those apply. I think my first child will be named 'Spectacular!!!' (exclamation points will be a part of his/her name. I think the name could go to either gender...)
That's it from me this week! Enjoy!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Three things...
1. I started a new job. And there is so much to tell you, but most of it will bore you. Plus, I don't have the time. Or the finger strength. I was recently attacked by a finger eating pygmy...that is a whole other story. Anyway, the most important thing you need to know about my job is that I've found a way to relax when I get stressed. It's in the bathroom. Yup, it's my sanctuary. My first day I was harried and running behind and trying to learn new things and I rushed into the bathroom and on the back of the toilet were the potty protectors...and the company who makes them? "Rest Assured..." Ahhhhh, thank you. I instantly felt calmer sitting on the commode. The stress of the day fell away and suddenly, my mind and my bladder were refreshed. Ahhhhh, thank you Rest Assured, thank you.
2. It's summer...it's fly season. I haven't missed these nasty little creatures even one bit. I don't understand why they are around. They are horrible. They just buzz around looking to cause trouble. I don't believe for even one second that they are innocent. Have you ever noticed that if you swat them away with your hand...they fly back within a second and keep doing it until you are stomping around and waving your hands around (like you just don't care!) and you look insane? Only then, with their mission accomplished, do they fly off to bug someone else. You know what I find interesting? The saying, "She/He wouldn't hurt a fly!" (The she/he isn't a transvestite, at least as far as I know, I meant that those pronouns were interchangeable.) I find it interesting that we say that someone wouldn't hurt a fly in order to show how gentle they are. That saying is, for the most part, a complete lie. We all talk about not hurting animals or anything along those lines...but we will still kill flies. And be proud of it. We made a fly "swatter" and we all use them. And we don't just playfully swat those flies...we kill 'em. I can only hope that one day the aliens don't make a "human swatter." Because you and I both know...they aren't looking to playfully swat us. Our time is up!
3. I realize that I have an aversion to commitment. I don't like to really commit to anything. An emotion, a product, a person, I no likie. When I order a smoothie at Jamba Juice I frequently doubt my decision and choice by the time they end up mixing my smoothie. I think that's a fairly normal attitude. One out of one persons polled have a problem with commitment. (That's 100% for those of you not keeping count.) I realized the magnitude of my commitment phobia when I had a gut reaction to the news that they were now offering plots/dual headstones in our new graveyard. And my first thought... "a dual plot and headstone? Oh, I don't know...what if it doesn't work out? Then you're stuck on the same headstone till the earth is burned up in the last days. And you're dead, so it's not like you can go make any changes, or have his body exhumed and moved to the other corner of the graveyard. Yeah...all in all...I think it's best to just have an individual plot and headstone."
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Short post
I'm busy, so I don't have much time to post. I only have time for the essentials, to catch you up on the most important events and thoughts in my life right now.
1. I have always felt that I had magical powers. I've just been waiting for them to become "active." At times I have lost a little bit of hope because my powers haven't shown themselves yet. Yesterday I received confirmation that I would soon have them. I was walking along and I happened to glance down and I saw a rubber band in the shape of the triquetra symbol from Charmed. If that wasn't proof, I don't know what is! And, just last night I was told that I have a "dark gift" for making people agree with my side of things. I know that magical powers run in the family. How else do you explain my good looks? And, my nieces Sydney and Taylor both give me looks that I am 100% positive mean that they are casting spells.
2. U.S. bans Boy George
Boy George has been refused a visa to visit the U.S. because of his criminal past and impending trial. FINALLY! Finally, we have some standards!!! I'm not sure why this wasn't done in the 80's. Too bad the US didn't decide to ban him BEFORE he brought his wretched play 'Taboo' to the US. We could've done without that. I think that a chameleon named Karma has bit Boy George in the rear! It comes and goes....it comes and goes....and this time, it bans Boy George. (for those of you who don't know, 'Karma Chameleon' was a hit of Boy George's)
3. Is it just me...or is anyone else wondering why Rhianna is such a hit right now? I don't get it. I mean, sure, I like to 'drop it like it's hot' to her tunes as much as the next person...but she's just not that great. In my opinion, Rhianna=Rhidiculous!
4. This just in: American Idol is holding auditions on July 29th in Salt Lake City!!! I think I will put my name down as Lisa ArchuLoser and see how I do! I'll probably get put all the way into the finals! I really think this is fate. Simon and I will finally start our love affair!
5. Finally. There is a product for those of us who hate to waste electricity on charging our cell phones AND also love to dance. If you have those two things in common...I found the perfect product for you! It's a cell phone charger that is powered solely on your dance moves alone! Oh yeah! We can get jiggy wit' it and still talk on our cell phones! I can only hope that this will translate into a dancing-powered vehicle. I've always been an excellent car dancer and I think this would top the charts! It'd also make for a good reality show. "This week on Car Dancing Through America...."
Well folks, I'm sorry I have to sign off, but now you know some of the most important things going on in my life right now!
Peace out!
1. I have always felt that I had magical powers. I've just been waiting for them to become "active." At times I have lost a little bit of hope because my powers haven't shown themselves yet. Yesterday I received confirmation that I would soon have them. I was walking along and I happened to glance down and I saw a rubber band in the shape of the triquetra symbol from Charmed. If that wasn't proof, I don't know what is! And, just last night I was told that I have a "dark gift" for making people agree with my side of things. I know that magical powers run in the family. How else do you explain my good looks? And, my nieces Sydney and Taylor both give me looks that I am 100% positive mean that they are casting spells.2. U.S. bans Boy George
Boy George has been refused a visa to visit the U.S. because of his criminal past and impending trial. FINALLY! Finally, we have some standards!!! I'm not sure why this wasn't done in the 80's. Too bad the US didn't decide to ban him BEFORE he brought his wretched play 'Taboo' to the US. We could've done without that. I think that a chameleon named Karma has bit Boy George in the rear! It comes and goes....it comes and goes....and this time, it bans Boy George. (for those of you who don't know, 'Karma Chameleon' was a hit of Boy George's)
3. Is it just me...or is anyone else wondering why Rhianna is such a hit right now? I don't get it. I mean, sure, I like to 'drop it like it's hot' to her tunes as much as the next person...but she's just not that great. In my opinion, Rhianna=Rhidiculous!
4. This just in: American Idol is holding auditions on July 29th in Salt Lake City!!! I think I will put my name down as Lisa ArchuLoser and see how I do! I'll probably get put all the way into the finals! I really think this is fate. Simon and I will finally start our love affair!
5. Finally. There is a product for those of us who hate to waste electricity on charging our cell phones AND also love to dance. If you have those two things in common...I found the perfect product for you! It's a cell phone charger that is powered solely on your dance moves alone! Oh yeah! We can get jiggy wit' it and still talk on our cell phones! I can only hope that this will translate into a dancing-powered vehicle. I've always been an excellent car dancer and I think this would top the charts! It'd also make for a good reality show. "This week on Car Dancing Through America...."
Well folks, I'm sorry I have to sign off, but now you know some of the most important things going on in my life right now!
Peace out!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Woman sues Victoria's Secret claiming thong injury
A woman who says she was hurt by her thong panties when a metal clip flew off and hit her in the eye has sued Victoria's Secret, saying in a TV interview on Thursday that the injury caused her "excruciating pain."
Macrida Patterson, a 52-year-old Los Angeles traffic officer, told NBC's "Today" show that she suffered cuts to her cornea from the small piece of metal that had been used to secure a rhinestone heart onto the blue thong.
"I was putting on my underwear from Victoria's Secret and the metal popped in my eye. It happened really quickly. I was in excruciating pain. I screamed. That's what happened," Patterson told NBC.
A spokeswoman for Victoria's Secret, which is operated by Limited Brands Inc, could not immediately be reached for comment.
Hmmmm.....
If I was the spokeswoman for Victoria's Secret I would have released the following statement:
"On behalf of Victoria's Secret we'd like to apologize to everyone who knows Ms. Patterson, and to anyone who might have seen her in a thong. It was a gross misjudgement on the part of our sales staff that led them to assume she knew how to properly put on underwear, and that she would also buy age-appropriate underwear. In addition, we're still laughing our thong-encased butts off when we think about her thong hitting her in the eye!"
Macrida Patterson, a 52-year-old Los Angeles traffic officer, told NBC's "Today" show that she suffered cuts to her cornea from the small piece of metal that had been used to secure a rhinestone heart onto the blue thong.
"I was putting on my underwear from Victoria's Secret and the metal popped in my eye. It happened really quickly. I was in excruciating pain. I screamed. That's what happened," Patterson told NBC.
A spokeswoman for Victoria's Secret, which is operated by Limited Brands Inc, could not immediately be reached for comment.
Hmmmm.....
If I was the spokeswoman for Victoria's Secret I would have released the following statement:
"On behalf of Victoria's Secret we'd like to apologize to everyone who knows Ms. Patterson, and to anyone who might have seen her in a thong. It was a gross misjudgement on the part of our sales staff that led them to assume she knew how to properly put on underwear, and that she would also buy age-appropriate underwear. In addition, we're still laughing our thong-encased butts off when we think about her thong hitting her in the eye!"
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Professional Arson, at your service.
One of my favorite things to do, (when I am already in the car driving from point A to point B, have nothing else to do because my cell phone is dead, I've already rocked out to all of my music via car dancing, and have already judged everyone in the cars around me...), is to appreciate a little of the local flavor via Business signs. The signs that advertise a business and maybe even a special they're having that week. Some businesses even use them to recruit new employees with 'Now Hiring' signs. Sometimes I feel it's my civic duty to call the business and let them know they've misspelled an important word on their sign. Hireing (drop the E people!) is a commonly misspelled word. Then there are the movie theaters who use those signs and butcher words so badly that I can't even guess at what the movie title might possibly be. Or maybe they ran out of the letter Z so they just used a sideways N instead. You've gotta do what you've gotta do, I guess.
The other day I saw a car dealership using their sign to advertise that they need help, and after reading the rest of the sign, I agree. They do need help. Professional help.
The sign read:
Help Wanted: Sales Arson, inquire within
I took it at face value and applied for the position. Under 'special skills' I wrote about my love for matches. I also told about how I could sell flammable products to a fireman! I'm that good at selling arson. Under 'related experience' I spoke of the two house fires my own family has had. Those kinds of things don't happen on their own, you know. Not everyone is in the market for arson. You have to make them believe that they need arson and are willing to pay for it.
The interview went well on my end, but the hiring manager looked perplexed the entire time. I haven't gotten a call back, but cross your fingers because I think this career may be right up my alley! When I do get the job, don't forget to come to me for all of your arson needs.
The other day I saw a car dealership using their sign to advertise that they need help, and after reading the rest of the sign, I agree. They do need help. Professional help.
The sign read:
Help Wanted: Sales Arson, inquire within
I took it at face value and applied for the position. Under 'special skills' I wrote about my love for matches. I also told about how I could sell flammable products to a fireman! I'm that good at selling arson. Under 'related experience' I spoke of the two house fires my own family has had. Those kinds of things don't happen on their own, you know. Not everyone is in the market for arson. You have to make them believe that they need arson and are willing to pay for it.
The interview went well on my end, but the hiring manager looked perplexed the entire time. I haven't gotten a call back, but cross your fingers because I think this career may be right up my alley! When I do get the job, don't forget to come to me for all of your arson needs.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
The good and the bad of blogging
One of the things I hate about blogs...
it actually has nothing to do with the blog itself...but about posting a comment on someone's blog. The dreaded Word Verification. It's supposed to be there to stop spammers and automated systems from commenting and putting crap on your blog. This way you know a human is actually commenting on your blog.
The unfortunate part about it....humans can't usually tell what the heck those letters say. Half the time I give up and just type nonsense, hoping that the next round of letters will be easier to decipher. The other half of the time I decide that my comment isn't worth trying to decipher the letters. So I don't comment. I'm not a robot. I'm not a spammer. But, for the life of me...I can't figure out the word verification.
One of the things I love about blogs...
the links that people use to show blogs of people they know and enjoy. I'm looking at a friend's blog and then I click one of their friend's blogs because I'm nosy or bored or a stalker or something. Cut to: ten minutes later. I'm about 29 blogs away from even remembering how I found the blog I'm reading. But I'm laughing and thinking I want to comment...but then I realize how psychotic it would be. My comment...
"Howdy stranger. Your Aunt Jen has a link to your blog and Aunt Jen is friends with Zack who has a gardener named Phil who has a friend named Joanna who has a daughter named Hilary whose friend Sam's stepdaughter's hairdresser Chloe happened to be married to Aaron back in the 90's (but has since become a lesbian and is life partner's with Molly) and Aaron's sister Penelope had a third grade teacher named Mrs. Krueger who's sister Sally has a dog named Fluffy who has a dog walker named Sunny who hangs out at the coffee shop where my friend Chad works . Anywho, I really enjoyed your post about your hemorrhoids and how they are a hidden monster. I laughed and laughed when you talked about having to carry that small butt pillow around everywhere because sitting was miserable. When you talked about having to use it at the luncheon where you were being honored for your award winning tulips...I laughed so hard that I may have popped a hemorrhoid myself! Thanks for sharing! "
Stalker much? In the end I just read the blogs anonymously and don't comment. And think about how creepy it is that someone they don't know is reading about their life. Then I start hoping that somewhere, somebody started clicking their own friend's blogs and links and wound up reading mine. And either running in fear or giggling just a little bit.
it actually has nothing to do with the blog itself...but about posting a comment on someone's blog. The dreaded Word Verification. It's supposed to be there to stop spammers and automated systems from commenting and putting crap on your blog. This way you know a human is actually commenting on your blog.
The unfortunate part about it....humans can't usually tell what the heck those letters say. Half the time I give up and just type nonsense, hoping that the next round of letters will be easier to decipher. The other half of the time I decide that my comment isn't worth trying to decipher the letters. So I don't comment. I'm not a robot. I'm not a spammer. But, for the life of me...I can't figure out the word verification.
One of the things I love about blogs...
the links that people use to show blogs of people they know and enjoy. I'm looking at a friend's blog and then I click one of their friend's blogs because I'm nosy or bored or a stalker or something. Cut to: ten minutes later. I'm about 29 blogs away from even remembering how I found the blog I'm reading. But I'm laughing and thinking I want to comment...but then I realize how psychotic it would be. My comment...
"Howdy stranger. Your Aunt Jen has a link to your blog and Aunt Jen is friends with Zack who has a gardener named Phil who has a friend named Joanna who has a daughter named Hilary whose friend Sam's stepdaughter's hairdresser Chloe happened to be married to Aaron back in the 90's (but has since become a lesbian and is life partner's with Molly) and Aaron's sister Penelope had a third grade teacher named Mrs. Krueger who's sister Sally has a dog named Fluffy who has a dog walker named Sunny who hangs out at the coffee shop where my friend Chad works . Anywho, I really enjoyed your post about your hemorrhoids and how they are a hidden monster. I laughed and laughed when you talked about having to carry that small butt pillow around everywhere because sitting was miserable. When you talked about having to use it at the luncheon where you were being honored for your award winning tulips...I laughed so hard that I may have popped a hemorrhoid myself! Thanks for sharing! "
Stalker much? In the end I just read the blogs anonymously and don't comment. And think about how creepy it is that someone they don't know is reading about their life. Then I start hoping that somewhere, somebody started clicking their own friend's blogs and links and wound up reading mine. And either running in fear or giggling just a little bit.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
When infomercials go bad
We know I love infomercials. I surf the tv just looking for an infomercial. Most people change the channel when one comes on. I change the channel looking for infomercials. And, yes, I think I might TiVo one someday. That day hasn't arrived yet, but I am a realist. It's only a matter of time.
I saw part of an infomercial the other day. It's a completely pointless product for me and my life. But I can see that a lot of scrapbookers would love it. It's called the Cricut. Get it? It sounds like cricket but it's spelled with 'cut' in it because when you scrapbook you cut things out?! Get it? Yeah, more marketing geniuses at work.
So, I'm watching a 90 second blurb on everything it can do. And they are showing me these beautiful scrapbooking projects that you can do with it. And for a nanosecond a picture pops up with a scrapbooking container of some sort that says "Food Stamps" on it.
Uh...am I the only one who sees the irony here? I imagine a house with a family in it. Some shmoe who's fallen on hard times and they are now on food stamps. They can't afford food, but the wife says to the husband, "I'd really love to go grocery shopping with these food stamps, but I don't have a really pretty container to put the food stamps in. Drats, I guess we'll have to skip groceries this week."
To which the husband replies, "Well, honey, why don't you go order that Cricut contraption and make a really cool container to hold our food stamps in? They electric bill doesn't have to be paid this month. Really, what's most important is that we order the Cricut."
Cut to a montage of shots-
Wife receives Cricut in the mail, joyously decorates a box to hold the food stamps, goes grocery shopping and pays the cashier from her pretty food stamp box she made with the Cricut...
and the last shot is the family eating at the dinner table with a smile on their face and they turn to the camera and say, "Thanks Cricut!"
Priceless. I better place an order.
I saw part of an infomercial the other day. It's a completely pointless product for me and my life. But I can see that a lot of scrapbookers would love it. It's called the Cricut. Get it? It sounds like cricket but it's spelled with 'cut' in it because when you scrapbook you cut things out?! Get it? Yeah, more marketing geniuses at work.
So, I'm watching a 90 second blurb on everything it can do. And they are showing me these beautiful scrapbooking projects that you can do with it. And for a nanosecond a picture pops up with a scrapbooking container of some sort that says "Food Stamps" on it.
Uh...am I the only one who sees the irony here? I imagine a house with a family in it. Some shmoe who's fallen on hard times and they are now on food stamps. They can't afford food, but the wife says to the husband, "I'd really love to go grocery shopping with these food stamps, but I don't have a really pretty container to put the food stamps in. Drats, I guess we'll have to skip groceries this week."
To which the husband replies, "Well, honey, why don't you go order that Cricut contraption and make a really cool container to hold our food stamps in? They electric bill doesn't have to be paid this month. Really, what's most important is that we order the Cricut."
Cut to a montage of shots-
Wife receives Cricut in the mail, joyously decorates a box to hold the food stamps, goes grocery shopping and pays the cashier from her pretty food stamp box she made with the Cricut...
and the last shot is the family eating at the dinner table with a smile on their face and they turn to the camera and say, "Thanks Cricut!"
Priceless. I better place an order.
Friday, May 23, 2008
ArchuLOSER!
David ArchuLOSER has lost. As most losers do. Poor, poor David. And he didn't just lose by a teeny tiny bit. No, no, he lost by 12 million votes. I was saddened to hear that my own family members voted ten times for Archuloser, but it turns out ten times makes no difference when you're talking about a landslide loss. Oh, it's so sad.
I love American Idol. I do. But I think it might be for my family's best interest if it went off the air. Invariably, my family is divided on who has the best voice/best talent...whatever. It's always a division of the family.
I find that the 'older set' always lean towards the ugly, the boring and those who will not sell many records. I don't know if that's just because when you get older you start to lose your hearing or if you just lose the ability to judge talent. I'm not sure what it is, but it is very hard to watch that happen to them.
One of my own family members implied that the only people we like are the pretty ones. Ummm, duh. Along with the pretty though, we like talent. David Archuloser has mad skillz, no doubt. However, my contention with him is that his performances are boring (as I am sure his album will be as well. ) I guess boring is relative when Amy Grant is what you consider as "hard rock."
A quote from my own brother, after implying that we only enjoy pretty-no talent-celebs.
"Once again I am saddened by a society that dotes on looks rather than carachter and talent."
First, please excuse his mistyping. I think it's part of old age. Second, I find that most people who say that we're too obsessed with good looks say that because they themselves are ugly. A sad but true phenomenon. I've always thought my brother was good looking...but I might have to revisit that assumption.
Thankfully, American Idol is over for now. My family can go back to our peaceful existence until next January. Then the feud begins again! Till then!
I love American Idol. I do. But I think it might be for my family's best interest if it went off the air. Invariably, my family is divided on who has the best voice/best talent...whatever. It's always a division of the family.
I find that the 'older set' always lean towards the ugly, the boring and those who will not sell many records. I don't know if that's just because when you get older you start to lose your hearing or if you just lose the ability to judge talent. I'm not sure what it is, but it is very hard to watch that happen to them.
One of my own family members implied that the only people we like are the pretty ones. Ummm, duh. Along with the pretty though, we like talent. David Archuloser has mad skillz, no doubt. However, my contention with him is that his performances are boring (as I am sure his album will be as well. ) I guess boring is relative when Amy Grant is what you consider as "hard rock."
A quote from my own brother, after implying that we only enjoy pretty-no talent-celebs.
"Once again I am saddened by a society that dotes on looks rather than carachter and talent."
First, please excuse his mistyping. I think it's part of old age. Second, I find that most people who say that we're too obsessed with good looks say that because they themselves are ugly. A sad but true phenomenon. I've always thought my brother was good looking...but I might have to revisit that assumption.
Thankfully, American Idol is over for now. My family can go back to our peaceful existence until next January. Then the feud begins again! Till then!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
American Idol...a.k.a. "My Kid's Got Talent!"
Oh, American Idol. It continues to fail me. This season has hurt just as much, if not more than the Katherine Mcphee/Taylor Hicks debacle.
I know everyone calls me a "hater" for not oohing and aaahing over David "Cute as a bug" Archuleta...but, seriously, unless you're a tween or a grandma, there is no excuse for voting for him. There really isn't. It's Taylor Hicks all over again. My worst nightmare. Let me qualify this by saying that I agree with the fact that David Archuleta (aka Donny Osmond Jr.) has talent. He clearly does. He's got mad skillz, dawg. But how is his musical talent relevant to anything other than choirs or musical theater? It's not. Maybe give him 5 years to mature and then I will see if I like his music. Right now, all I can do is fall asleep every time he gets on stage with his babyface and following of tweens and grandmas.
He's being set up for failure. Everyone votes and gives him a heightened sense of fame...then he sells less than 500,000 copies of his album and his record label drops him and he goes through a mid-life identity crisis at the age of 19. Tragic. I've seen it a million times. If you really liked the kid, you'd want him to grow up before he tries it in the musical world.
What am I saying? What am I thinking? Donny Osmond is just as cool now as he ever has been. And I'm sure at least 3, maybe even 4, people outside of Utah knows who he is. That's Archuleta's future. Poor kid.
All of you keep voting for him! Even though none of you will buy his album! Just like you did with Taylor Hicks! Set him up to fail!
I know everyone calls me a "hater" for not oohing and aaahing over David "Cute as a bug" Archuleta...but, seriously, unless you're a tween or a grandma, there is no excuse for voting for him. There really isn't. It's Taylor Hicks all over again. My worst nightmare. Let me qualify this by saying that I agree with the fact that David Archuleta (aka Donny Osmond Jr.) has talent. He clearly does. He's got mad skillz, dawg. But how is his musical talent relevant to anything other than choirs or musical theater? It's not. Maybe give him 5 years to mature and then I will see if I like his music. Right now, all I can do is fall asleep every time he gets on stage with his babyface and following of tweens and grandmas.
He's being set up for failure. Everyone votes and gives him a heightened sense of fame...then he sells less than 500,000 copies of his album and his record label drops him and he goes through a mid-life identity crisis at the age of 19. Tragic. I've seen it a million times. If you really liked the kid, you'd want him to grow up before he tries it in the musical world.
What am I saying? What am I thinking? Donny Osmond is just as cool now as he ever has been. And I'm sure at least 3, maybe even 4, people outside of Utah knows who he is. That's Archuleta's future. Poor kid.
All of you keep voting for him! Even though none of you will buy his album! Just like you did with Taylor Hicks! Set him up to fail!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
6 more months of crappy service? Sign me up!
Sometimes I wonder why I didn't go into advertising. It seems simple enough. For instance...
I'm watching tv the other day. Yes, I watch tv a lot. Quit judging me. It's not like you have a life either. Don't pretend that you do.
I heard a commercial for Match.com about finding your "soulmate." They say that it's okay to look. And as an added bonus, if you sign up for 6 months of their service and you are not happy with their service and you DO NOT find the man/woman/transgendered individual of your dreams...they'll give you six MORE months free! Just what I have been looking for! Six more months of crappy service from a website that didn't do what it promised in the first place! So, in essence, I could get a year of worthless service for the price of only six months!
Move out of the way...where do I sign up??? Excuse me, but I've got to go waste a couple hundred dollars on not finding me soulmate. Uh, yeah, thanks a lot Match.com. You really get me.
So, yeah, I'm thinking advertising is the way to go. It's basically writing fictional promises that prey on the stupidity of the human population. And, unfortunately, stupidity is a free commodity.
I'm watching tv the other day. Yes, I watch tv a lot. Quit judging me. It's not like you have a life either. Don't pretend that you do.
I heard a commercial for Match.com about finding your "soulmate." They say that it's okay to look. And as an added bonus, if you sign up for 6 months of their service and you are not happy with their service and you DO NOT find the man/woman/transgendered individual of your dreams...they'll give you six MORE months free! Just what I have been looking for! Six more months of crappy service from a website that didn't do what it promised in the first place! So, in essence, I could get a year of worthless service for the price of only six months!
Move out of the way...where do I sign up??? Excuse me, but I've got to go waste a couple hundred dollars on not finding me soulmate. Uh, yeah, thanks a lot Match.com. You really get me.
So, yeah, I'm thinking advertising is the way to go. It's basically writing fictional promises that prey on the stupidity of the human population. And, unfortunately, stupidity is a free commodity.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Please don't make me tickle "Elmo"!
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This world never ceases to amaze me. And people never cease to appall me.
Sometimes I wonder where I should go next on vacation. Disneyland? Hershey, PA? Hawaii? Greece??? Nope. None of those. I have found the next "hot spot" in tourism. It is Husavik, Iceland. I know you are a little leery. Just hear me out!
Husavik, Iceland is home to Sigurdur Hjartarson, an odd but inspiring man to many. Sigurdur Hjartarson is the founder of The Icelandic Phallological Museum.
Yes, you read that right. Definition of Phallus: The Penis. Phallological Museum= A Penis museum.
Museums can be boring, stuffy and also pretentious. I'm thinking none of those apply to this museum.
Here is the link to the article. http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080515/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_iceland_penismuseum;_ylt=AnIOQC4sHtq4z4BzK4BOfXftiBIF
I giggle when I read about the hamster's "member" that can only be seen with a magnifying glass! I wanted to forward one of the spam emails I get about penis enlargement to every hamster I know! They'd be grateful.
But my absolute favorite part of the article was the information about the 4 homo sapiens who have volunteered to give their penis to the museum when they die. A German, an American, an Icelander and a Briton. Wow, they must be something special, eh?
The Icelandic donor, a 93-year-old from nearby Akureyri, was a womanizer in his youth who thought having his penis in the collection might bring him eternal fame.
But vanity may make him rethink the offer.
"He has mentioned lately that his penis is shrinking as he gets older and he is worried it might not make a proper exhibit."
Did you hear that? That was my mind blowing.
The American, 52-year-old Stan Underwood, supplied a written description of his penis -- which he purportedly nick-named "Elmo" -- for display alongside a life-size plastic mould of the member as well as his pledge to donate it.
All I can say is...please, please don't make me tickle Elmo.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Is it me?
So, the other day I am at the DMV re-registering my car. Yes, it was the last day of the month. Don't judge me! I'm busy.
First, can I just say that re-registering your vehicle is the biggest rip off? I already registered it once. Nothing has changed. The make and model are still the same. And, yes, it's still the same year. It hasn't managed to morph into some other kind of car. Until they make a hybrid morphing vehicle...I'm going to remain pissy about paying to register my car...again.
Side note- I would be VERY interested in a morphing vehicle. Just an FYI to the car makers out there, since I know they read my blog frequently.
So, I'm in line at the DMV, wondering where that horrible stench is coming from. It smells like a homeless person. Not to stereotype homeless people, as I'm sure some of them smell delightful, but as a general rule, homeless people don't have homes...which means they don't have showers...which means they stink. So, typically, homeless people have an obscene odor. Unless they invested their panhandling funds into a portable shower. Not the best way to use your minimal funds, but who am I to judge? So, I'm sorry if I offended one of the portable shower homeless people...I wasn't talking about you.
But, I digress. I'm standing in line, smelling a stink of a non-portable-showering-homeless-person and trying to identify it when I turn around and immediately find the source. It's a lady and her dog. I don't want to offend the dog, it could have been the lady who stunk so badly and not the dog. I don't think I'll ever know if it was the lady or the dog who stunk more. My bet is on the lady. I'm thinking that if your judgement is off enough for you to think it's appropriate to carry your dog into the DMV then your judgement is probably off enough to think it's appropriate to not shower for a month.
So, I find the stinky source and I'm looking around, befuddled. Did I miss the memo that said it was appropriate to bring animals into places of business? Last I heard...businesses were for PEOPLE. Unless, of course, it's PetsMart. In which case you can bring your kids and your animals in and if any of them poop on the floor, they provide you with wipies to clean it up, judgement free.
If it's truly okay to bring your pets into places of business, I'm wondering why I left my dolphin, Ralph at home. I should've brought him along! He loves a good outing.
So, I turn to the stinky lady holding her stinky dog and I say, "Excuse me, mam, do you realize that the dog you're holding is not actually a person and is therefore not allowed to come into a place of business?"
And the lady, (we'll call her Mona for the sake of continuity. She looked like a Mona, but I don't know what her real name is. She had on a fur coat, gold jewelry and huge eyeglasses), Mona, said, " Well, missy, I did know that. But, Fifi (that was the dog's name) is my seeing eye dog. I am blind and she helps me get around."
To which I responded, "Oh, pardon me Mona, that was so rude and thoughtless of me. I apologize. If Fifi is your seeing eye dog then I most certainly understand. But might I suggest that you get a smelling nose dog as well? Maybe that dog could tell you and Fifi when to shower so the rest of us don't have to smell you?"
I thought I was being helpful. Mona didn't think so. She kicked me in the shin and huffed off. Come to think of it, if she needs a seeing eye dog, how did she know where to kick me? And if Fifi is her seeing eye dog, why was Mona holding her? This story isn't adding up. Something is starting to smell a little fishy...and this time it ain't Mona.
First, can I just say that re-registering your vehicle is the biggest rip off? I already registered it once. Nothing has changed. The make and model are still the same. And, yes, it's still the same year. It hasn't managed to morph into some other kind of car. Until they make a hybrid morphing vehicle...I'm going to remain pissy about paying to register my car...again.
Side note- I would be VERY interested in a morphing vehicle. Just an FYI to the car makers out there, since I know they read my blog frequently.
So, I'm in line at the DMV, wondering where that horrible stench is coming from. It smells like a homeless person. Not to stereotype homeless people, as I'm sure some of them smell delightful, but as a general rule, homeless people don't have homes...which means they don't have showers...which means they stink. So, typically, homeless people have an obscene odor. Unless they invested their panhandling funds into a portable shower. Not the best way to use your minimal funds, but who am I to judge? So, I'm sorry if I offended one of the portable shower homeless people...I wasn't talking about you.
But, I digress. I'm standing in line, smelling a stink of a non-portable-showering-homeless-person and trying to identify it when I turn around and immediately find the source. It's a lady and her dog. I don't want to offend the dog, it could have been the lady who stunk so badly and not the dog. I don't think I'll ever know if it was the lady or the dog who stunk more. My bet is on the lady. I'm thinking that if your judgement is off enough for you to think it's appropriate to carry your dog into the DMV then your judgement is probably off enough to think it's appropriate to not shower for a month.
So, I find the stinky source and I'm looking around, befuddled. Did I miss the memo that said it was appropriate to bring animals into places of business? Last I heard...businesses were for PEOPLE. Unless, of course, it's PetsMart. In which case you can bring your kids and your animals in and if any of them poop on the floor, they provide you with wipies to clean it up, judgement free.
If it's truly okay to bring your pets into places of business, I'm wondering why I left my dolphin, Ralph at home. I should've brought him along! He loves a good outing.
So, I turn to the stinky lady holding her stinky dog and I say, "Excuse me, mam, do you realize that the dog you're holding is not actually a person and is therefore not allowed to come into a place of business?"
And the lady, (we'll call her Mona for the sake of continuity. She looked like a Mona, but I don't know what her real name is. She had on a fur coat, gold jewelry and huge eyeglasses), Mona, said, " Well, missy, I did know that. But, Fifi (that was the dog's name) is my seeing eye dog. I am blind and she helps me get around."
To which I responded, "Oh, pardon me Mona, that was so rude and thoughtless of me. I apologize. If Fifi is your seeing eye dog then I most certainly understand. But might I suggest that you get a smelling nose dog as well? Maybe that dog could tell you and Fifi when to shower so the rest of us don't have to smell you?"
I thought I was being helpful. Mona didn't think so. She kicked me in the shin and huffed off. Come to think of it, if she needs a seeing eye dog, how did she know where to kick me? And if Fifi is her seeing eye dog, why was Mona holding her? This story isn't adding up. Something is starting to smell a little fishy...and this time it ain't Mona.
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