Oh hello there, man of my dreams!!
And I cannot even count how many times my daughter has watched this video!
Link up here and share some laughs with us!
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Showing posts with label silly. Show all posts
Friday, September 25, 2009
Funny Friday -
Got something funny on your blog? Link up with Mr. Linky and tell us about it!
Oh hello there, man of my dreams!!
And I cannot even count how many times my daughter has watched this video!
Link up here and share some laughs with us!
Oh hello there, man of my dreams!!
And I cannot even count how many times my daughter has watched this video!
Link up here and share some laughs with us!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Would You Rather Wednesday..Beach Edition
Welcome back to Would You Rather Wednesday! For those of you who have never played before, here are the rules. I give you a few questions with two possible answers. You must pick one! DON'T EVEN TRY TO SAY NEITHER! I MEAN IT, PEOPLE! ANYONE WHO SAYS NEITHER WILL BE BANISHED FROM BLOGDOM FOREVER...and I will also give you a big 'ol pimp slap on your way out. I'm warning you now...
So, anyway.. welcome to a Beach Edition of Would You Rather Wednesday...
1. Would you rather live in an episode of Lost or Miami Vice?
2. Would you rather camp on a secluded beach or party it up at an wild beach resort?
3. Pee on someone to save them from Jellfish sting ? or remove a hemit crab from a fat man's speedo?
And for you Bonus Gross Out Question...
Would you rather have a midnight roll in the sand with....
The Hoff?
Or Gilligan??
And before you even ask, no, you can't have them both. Dirty little hoochies....
So, anyway.. welcome to a Beach Edition of Would You Rather Wednesday...
1. Would you rather live in an episode of Lost or Miami Vice?
2. Would you rather camp on a secluded beach or party it up at an wild beach resort?
3. Pee on someone to save them from Jellfish sting ? or remove a hemit crab from a fat man's speedo?
And for you Bonus Gross Out Question...
Would you rather have a midnight roll in the sand with....
The Hoff?
Or Gilligan??
And before you even ask, no, you can't have them both. Dirty little hoochies....
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Random Post Redux...#2
Every Saturday, I will be having a feature called, "Random Post Redux", and you are all welcome to join right in! Each Saturday, post a "previously used post" for us all to see.Link up with Mr. Linky at the bottom, so we can check out your blog! It can be anything you've posted in the past on your blog. Did you blog something hilarious back in January? How about your very first post ever?
Why do this? Well, it gives new readers a chance to learn more about you. (Oh yeah, and it's also a really easy way to get a post in when you've got nothing...not that this is my problem.. no way. I'm a wealth of creative ideas.)
This post was originally posted on March 16, 2009
Hey everyone! My slacker self is back with the question of the week. Feel free to take it to your blog and run wild.. or just answer it here! Just trying to inspire some bloggy creativity. So, on to this weeks topic..
WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? What did it look like? Did you buy it? or your parents? Where you embarrassed or proud? How long did you have it? Where did you go in it?
I have to begin by telling you that I have never really cared about cars. Which is weird because I come from a line of car enthusiasts. I could truly care less what I am driving, as long as it gets me where I am going. The car I am driving now is proof of that. It's called the "silver bullet" and that's all I have to say about that.
I bought my first car at age 17. I did not save up for it. Although I had been working since I was 13, with babysitting and Burger King, I had no money set aside for it. My parents had a rule that they would not buy our first cars. (They were very "earn your own way" and all that.) So, because I was not really interested in cars, nor did I have any money.. I took my paycheck from Burger King on the day I turned 17 and went car shopping. The selection of cars available for 149.76 was incredibly slim as you can imagine, and this is what I ended up with:
(not my actual car.. I did not take picures... but this is it's twin, amazingly found online!)
Yes, that's right people. This fine piece of automotive machinery was all mine. A 1978 AMC Concord. It was a lovely shade of faded green, accessorized with sassy spots of orange rust and silver scratches. The interior was too die for, and with that I mean, it smelled like someone died in there. And although I had never been a car enthusiast, I remember getting behind that gigantic steering wheel and inhaling that sweetly decaying body scent and thinking..."Shit. I probably should have saved two paychecks."
However, I do look back fondly on "the Tank". It took me places and that's all I wanted. Sure, I arrived in a rattling, smoking beast that stalled spontaneously and backfired at inopportune moments, but I got where I was going. Which at the time, was my boyfriends house. He was glad just to not have to drive. He even taught me how to do burnouts.. and I mean, really.. isn't that just the most romantic thing you have ever heard?
There really is no freedom like your first car. I remember long drives, singing my heart out to Juliana Hatfield in my Doc Martens and babydoll dresses and just reveling in being alone and being able to go wherever my heart desired. Well, at least until I ran out of gas, cause the gas gauge was broke.
Eventually though.. it was time to move on. The tank had his run and it was good one. But he was a tired, old soul and was eventually put out of his misery. (I forgot to put oil in him and his engine blew up.) But this time, I was prepared. This time I saved two paychecks. Meet the oil guzzling, pollution cloud inducing creature know as "The Mosquito Sprayer".
It lasted about a month, before I ran it straight into the ground and my parents gave in and bought me a car. I think Dad was sick of picking his daughter up on the side of the road next to a smoldering car.
So, I say thank you to you, The Tank and The Mosquito Sprayer for all your hard work and dedication to getting my sweet little teenage self away from my parents( who I am sure were so glad to get my whining butt out of their cars). May you rust in peace forever in your junkyard graves.
Why do this? Well, it gives new readers a chance to learn more about you. (Oh yeah, and it's also a really easy way to get a post in when you've got nothing...not that this is my problem.. no way. I'm a wealth of creative ideas.)
This post was originally posted on March 16, 2009
Hey everyone! My slacker self is back with the question of the week. Feel free to take it to your blog and run wild.. or just answer it here! Just trying to inspire some bloggy creativity. So, on to this weeks topic..
WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? What did it look like? Did you buy it? or your parents? Where you embarrassed or proud? How long did you have it? Where did you go in it?
I have to begin by telling you that I have never really cared about cars. Which is weird because I come from a line of car enthusiasts. I could truly care less what I am driving, as long as it gets me where I am going. The car I am driving now is proof of that. It's called the "silver bullet" and that's all I have to say about that.
I bought my first car at age 17. I did not save up for it. Although I had been working since I was 13, with babysitting and Burger King, I had no money set aside for it. My parents had a rule that they would not buy our first cars. (They were very "earn your own way" and all that.) So, because I was not really interested in cars, nor did I have any money.. I took my paycheck from Burger King on the day I turned 17 and went car shopping. The selection of cars available for 149.76 was incredibly slim as you can imagine, and this is what I ended up with:
(not my actual car.. I did not take picures... but this is it's twin, amazingly found online!)
Yes, that's right people. This fine piece of automotive machinery was all mine. A 1978 AMC Concord. It was a lovely shade of faded green, accessorized with sassy spots of orange rust and silver scratches. The interior was too die for, and with that I mean, it smelled like someone died in there. And although I had never been a car enthusiast, I remember getting behind that gigantic steering wheel and inhaling that sweetly decaying body scent and thinking..."Shit. I probably should have saved two paychecks."
However, I do look back fondly on "the Tank". It took me places and that's all I wanted. Sure, I arrived in a rattling, smoking beast that stalled spontaneously and backfired at inopportune moments, but I got where I was going. Which at the time, was my boyfriends house. He was glad just to not have to drive. He even taught me how to do burnouts.. and I mean, really.. isn't that just the most romantic thing you have ever heard?
There really is no freedom like your first car. I remember long drives, singing my heart out to Juliana Hatfield in my Doc Martens and babydoll dresses and just reveling in being alone and being able to go wherever my heart desired. Well, at least until I ran out of gas, cause the gas gauge was broke.
Eventually though.. it was time to move on. The tank had his run and it was good one. But he was a tired, old soul and was eventually put out of his misery. (I forgot to put oil in him and his engine blew up.) But this time, I was prepared. This time I saved two paychecks. Meet the oil guzzling, pollution cloud inducing creature know as "The Mosquito Sprayer".
It lasted about a month, before I ran it straight into the ground and my parents gave in and bought me a car. I think Dad was sick of picking his daughter up on the side of the road next to a smoldering car.
So, I say thank you to you, The Tank and The Mosquito Sprayer for all your hard work and dedication to getting my sweet little teenage self away from my parents( who I am sure were so glad to get my whining butt out of their cars). May you rust in peace forever in your junkyard graves.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Funny Friday....
Welcome to Funny Friday! Got a funny post on your blog? A hilarious joke? A silly photo? Or maybe a crazy video? Comment and link up here and share! Start the weekend off right.
A new spin on Jurassic Park..
Also, if you haven't already, you must go to the website Texts From Last Night. I love this site, I check it out everyday!
Now, add your site to Mr. Linky here, and share some funny stuff!!
A new spin on Jurassic Park..
Watch Hey Dinosaurs on CollegeHumor
Also, if you haven't already, you must go to the website Texts From Last Night. I love this site, I check it out everyday!
Now, add your site to Mr. Linky here, and share some funny stuff!!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Would You Rather Wednesday..
All right, you know how to play! I give you some questions, with 2 possible answers. You HAVE to pick one. You cannot say neither! Saying "neither" will result in a terrible, burning rash in your nether regions.
Now here we go...
WOULD YOU RATHER...
have 500 followers (on your blog) that only comment occasionally or a 30 followers who post regularly?
Skip Christmas or your Birthday?
Have a billboard of you in your underwear in Times Square? Or a 10 minute sex tape of you sent to 5 of your friends?
And now.. for you Gross Out Question...
Would you rather...
Have wild, dirty sex with ...
Andy Dick
Or Clay Aiken...
To be honest, I think they'll enjoy as much as you will...
Now here we go...
WOULD YOU RATHER...
have 500 followers (on your blog) that only comment occasionally or a 30 followers who post regularly?
Skip Christmas or your Birthday?
Have a billboard of you in your underwear in Times Square? Or a 10 minute sex tape of you sent to 5 of your friends?
And now.. for you Gross Out Question...
Would you rather...
Have wild, dirty sex with ...
Andy Dick
Or Clay Aiken...
To be honest, I think they'll enjoy as much as you will...
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Random Post Redux...
Every Saturday, I will be having a new feature called, "Random Post Redux", and you are all welcome to join right in! Each Saturday, post a "previously used post" for us all to see.Link up with Mr. Linky at the bottom, so we can check out your blog! It can be anything you've posted in the past on your blog. Did you blog something hilarious back in January? How about your very first post ever?
Why do this? Well, it gives new readers a chance to learn more about you. (Oh yeah, and it's also a really easy way to get a post in when you've got nothing...not that this is my problem.. no way. I'm a wealth of creative ideas.)
So, here is mine... this was orginally posted on 2/19/2009 (with 62 comments and counting)...
So, for Funny Friday this week, I am going to tell you a little story that my girlfriends find freakin' hilarious. Which, of course, means that it involves me making a total ass of myself.
It all started with a cold. And you all know how dramatic I am when I am sick. I went to the doctor as a last resort, my throat was on fire. I had a throat infection. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home, saying "if you have any questions, just give us a call." (they know better now, thank you very much.)
The next morning, I wake up and my throat hurts so bad. I shine a flashlight in my mouth and see that the "little punching bag" thing is really swollen. Of course, I freak and call my best friend. I say, "I'm gonna call the doctor. What's that thing called anyway? I don't wanna say "punching bag"." She says she doesn't know. I then say, "Oh wait! I know! It's the VULVA! right?" And she says, "oh yeah.. I think you're right." We're both really, really smart.
This is the converstation I had with the nurse:
me: My vuvla is huge and bright red.
Nurse: um, sorry?
me: My vulva it's gigantic and it hurts.
Nurse: your Vulva?
Me: Yeah.. I can touch it with my tongue.. it's enormous. I don't know what's going on.
Nurse: Wait a minute (i think she might have put me on speaker) Your vuvla is huge and red and you can touch it with your tongue? I think you need to call your gynecologist.
Me: Why? is that a sign of something bad??? (I'm freaking out.. a sore throat means ovarian cancer or something?)
Nurse: Ok, hold on (laughing) are we talking about your genitals?
Me: (completely dumbfounded...) NO! (what a pervert) My throat!
Nurse : (cannot stop laughing..)oh! Your UVULA! I was begining to think you were some sort of contortionist!
The following is the definition of the word Vulva (I am sure most of you know it..)
*the external female genitalia, including the clitoris and the inner and outer labia surrounding the urethral and vaginal openings.*
Why do this? Well, it gives new readers a chance to learn more about you. (Oh yeah, and it's also a really easy way to get a post in when you've got nothing...not that this is my problem.. no way. I'm a wealth of creative ideas.)
So, here is mine... this was orginally posted on 2/19/2009 (with 62 comments and counting)...
So, for Funny Friday this week, I am going to tell you a little story that my girlfriends find freakin' hilarious. Which, of course, means that it involves me making a total ass of myself.
It all started with a cold. And you all know how dramatic I am when I am sick. I went to the doctor as a last resort, my throat was on fire. I had a throat infection. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home, saying "if you have any questions, just give us a call." (they know better now, thank you very much.)
The next morning, I wake up and my throat hurts so bad. I shine a flashlight in my mouth and see that the "little punching bag" thing is really swollen. Of course, I freak and call my best friend. I say, "I'm gonna call the doctor. What's that thing called anyway? I don't wanna say "punching bag"." She says she doesn't know. I then say, "Oh wait! I know! It's the VULVA! right?" And she says, "oh yeah.. I think you're right." We're both really, really smart.
This is the converstation I had with the nurse:
me: My vuvla is huge and bright red.
Nurse: um, sorry?
me: My vulva it's gigantic and it hurts.
Nurse: your Vulva?
Me: Yeah.. I can touch it with my tongue.. it's enormous. I don't know what's going on.
Nurse: Wait a minute (i think she might have put me on speaker) Your vuvla is huge and red and you can touch it with your tongue? I think you need to call your gynecologist.
Me: Why? is that a sign of something bad??? (I'm freaking out.. a sore throat means ovarian cancer or something?)
Nurse: Ok, hold on (laughing) are we talking about your genitals?
Me: (completely dumbfounded...) NO! (what a pervert) My throat!
Nurse : (cannot stop laughing..)oh! Your UVULA! I was begining to think you were some sort of contortionist!
The following is the definition of the word Vulva (I am sure most of you know it..)
*the external female genitalia, including the clitoris and the inner and outer labia surrounding the urethral and vaginal openings.*
A New Name, A New Me?
So, as you can clearly see.. I've changed up my blog. I went from Girl in the Glasses to A Hesitant Housewife. I think it suits me better. Yes, I still have the glasses.
I will still be featuring "Would You Rather Wednesdays?" and "Question of the Weak" and "Hot Seat".. but I'm going to be adding a few new things as well.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride for awhile as I get the kinks out, but I think you'll like the changes when I'm done. So, hang tight! There's more to come!
I will still be featuring "Would You Rather Wednesdays?" and "Question of the Weak" and "Hot Seat".. but I'm going to be adding a few new things as well.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride for awhile as I get the kinks out, but I think you'll like the changes when I'm done. So, hang tight! There's more to come!
Friday, June 5, 2009
How To Be A Bad Blogger...
It seems that I have become a expert on the subject of horrible blogging. I am the epitome of the the scatterbrained and fickle bloggess. So, of course, it would be my honor to share my wealth of knowledge with you, my dedicated readers.
How To Lose Readers and Alienate Followers:
* Do not post regularly. There should be no rhyme or reason to your frequency of posting.
* When people comment on your posts, don't comment back. Be as rude as possible and don't reciprocate even with the smallest of compliments on their blog. They may return the favor and visit your blog again! Which of course, means you need to post again, to give them something to read.
* Please, start lots of regular features on your blog, like "would you rather wednesday" and "funny friday" and "question of the week"... and then only post them sporadically and on the wrong days. This will keep your readers aggravated and annoyed.
* When you do post, make sure there are lots of spelling and grammatical errors. Nothing pisses off a reader like reading a unedited post. Keep them guessing your meaning with misspelled words, and incorrect usage of adjectives.
* Also, post several times explaining your absence from your blog, and ensure your loyal readers that you will soon be back to regular postings. You must complain that "life has gotten a little hectic", but please, don't specify how or why. (because then you would have to explain that really, you've just been lazy and taking naps with the dogs.)
*And finally, if you are a bad blogger, accept your failings. Run with them, make a post up about how awful you are at commiting to anything, even something you love, like writing. Share your slackery-ness, and teach others how to fail at blogging as well. Because it's no fun to be a loser by yourself. Please, drag others down with you.
So practice these easy steps and you too can be a failure at blogging just like me!!
YOU'RE WELCOME!!
How To Lose Readers and Alienate Followers:
* Do not post regularly. There should be no rhyme or reason to your frequency of posting.
* When people comment on your posts, don't comment back. Be as rude as possible and don't reciprocate even with the smallest of compliments on their blog. They may return the favor and visit your blog again! Which of course, means you need to post again, to give them something to read.
* Please, start lots of regular features on your blog, like "would you rather wednesday" and "funny friday" and "question of the week"... and then only post them sporadically and on the wrong days. This will keep your readers aggravated and annoyed.
* When you do post, make sure there are lots of spelling and grammatical errors. Nothing pisses off a reader like reading a unedited post. Keep them guessing your meaning with misspelled words, and incorrect usage of adjectives.
* Also, post several times explaining your absence from your blog, and ensure your loyal readers that you will soon be back to regular postings. You must complain that "life has gotten a little hectic", but please, don't specify how or why. (because then you would have to explain that really, you've just been lazy and taking naps with the dogs.)
*And finally, if you are a bad blogger, accept your failings. Run with them, make a post up about how awful you are at commiting to anything, even something you love, like writing. Share your slackery-ness, and teach others how to fail at blogging as well. Because it's no fun to be a loser by yourself. Please, drag others down with you.
So practice these easy steps and you too can be a failure at blogging just like me!!
YOU'RE WELCOME!!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Love Notes From A Seven Year Old...
Yesterday, when I got home from the store, Roslyn had 2 loves notes waiting for us. One for Craig and one for me. Both were very sweet. One was hilarious...
Here is mine:
It reads:
Dear Mom,
You are the best mom I ever heard of and even sometimes you are very funny but the best thing you can do is be my mom. Love Roslyn. (And then there is a portrait of me.. lookin' quite spiffy I might add.)
And then Craig handed me his to read.
His read:
Dear Dad, you are the best dad in the world. Even you know that sometimes you can get grumpy but you are my dad and that's the best thing you can do. Love, Roslyn.
(and then there is a pic of craig, complete with a shirt that reads "Life Stinks.")
God, I love this kid.
Here is mine:
It reads:
Dear Mom,
You are the best mom I ever heard of and even sometimes you are very funny but the best thing you can do is be my mom. Love Roslyn. (And then there is a portrait of me.. lookin' quite spiffy I might add.)
And then Craig handed me his to read.
His read:
Dear Dad, you are the best dad in the world. Even you know that sometimes you can get grumpy but you are my dad and that's the best thing you can do. Love, Roslyn.
(and then there is a pic of craig, complete with a shirt that reads "Life Stinks.")
God, I love this kid.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Question of the Weak.... Celebrity Crushes..
So this week's QUESTION OF THE WEAK is.... Who are you celebrity crushes?? Who do you find yourself drooling over on tv and at the movies? What singers really do it for ya? Why do you like them? Don't be embarrassed, tell us! We wanna know!! Leave your answers in the comment section, or link us to your site and tell us all about your secret crushes!
Now, I am going to tell you a little about my secret celebrity boyfriends. I have odd tastes. I always go to the weirdos. (Sorry Hubs, but you know it's true.)I always have comedy crushes. I love, love, love funny guys. It helps if they are cute, but quirky is always sexy to me.
My first boyfriend is.... SIMON PEGG!
I just love, love, love him! There is just something about that goofy grin of his...and his just all around "spazzy-ness". If you haven't seen Run Fat Boy, Run! you have got to see it! Although, he's funny in eveything! And oh, I forgot the accent... love the accent.
Secret Lover #2 is Paul Rudd.
Don't even try to pretend that you don't love him, too. You know you do. What's not to love? Funny, cute and weird. I love it when he is on Conan and when it's time to roll a clip of his new movie, it is always the same "Mac and Me" clip. (remember that goofy movie?) He does it everytime. High-larious. I especially love it when he plays a pissed off character like the super cool Andy in Wet Hot American Summer. And yes, I admit, he wouldn't need his Sex Panther cologne from Anchorman for me.
Private Dancer #3 is.... Jack Black.
Yeah, you heard me, Jack Black. I love him. I find him very attractive. I don't know what it is. He is so very talented. Have you heard Tenacious D? His band? Um, they rock. Just don't let your kids hear it. And he is freakin' hilarious. I think I just may marry him someday. Hubby won't mind.
My Final Boy Toy is.... Will Arnett...
I mean, come on ladies... look at that face! How can you not love him? He is just so pissy and weird and goofy. I love that snarky attitude. And the voice... awesome! Add to the fact that he is married to Amy Poehler who is a girl crush of mine, so bonus points for that.
There ya have it... my celebrity secret boyfriends. I stalk them all.. the bushes in front of Simon Pegg's house are actually pretty comfy...
Now, I am going to tell you a little about my secret celebrity boyfriends. I have odd tastes. I always go to the weirdos. (Sorry Hubs, but you know it's true.)I always have comedy crushes. I love, love, love funny guys. It helps if they are cute, but quirky is always sexy to me.
My first boyfriend is.... SIMON PEGG!
I just love, love, love him! There is just something about that goofy grin of his...and his just all around "spazzy-ness". If you haven't seen Run Fat Boy, Run! you have got to see it! Although, he's funny in eveything! And oh, I forgot the accent... love the accent.
Secret Lover #2 is Paul Rudd.
Don't even try to pretend that you don't love him, too. You know you do. What's not to love? Funny, cute and weird. I love it when he is on Conan and when it's time to roll a clip of his new movie, it is always the same "Mac and Me" clip. (remember that goofy movie?) He does it everytime. High-larious. I especially love it when he plays a pissed off character like the super cool Andy in Wet Hot American Summer. And yes, I admit, he wouldn't need his Sex Panther cologne from Anchorman for me.
Private Dancer #3 is.... Jack Black.
Yeah, you heard me, Jack Black. I love him. I find him very attractive. I don't know what it is. He is so very talented. Have you heard Tenacious D? His band? Um, they rock. Just don't let your kids hear it. And he is freakin' hilarious. I think I just may marry him someday. Hubby won't mind.
My Final Boy Toy is.... Will Arnett...
I mean, come on ladies... look at that face! How can you not love him? He is just so pissy and weird and goofy. I love that snarky attitude. And the voice... awesome! Add to the fact that he is married to Amy Poehler who is a girl crush of mine, so bonus points for that.
There ya have it... my celebrity secret boyfriends. I stalk them all.. the bushes in front of Simon Pegg's house are actually pretty comfy...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Funny Friday!
Post something funny on your blog! Link up here and share it with us! Start your weekend with some laughs.
I have no "theme" this week, ya'll know what a slacker I've been this week.
Forest Gump, alternate ending.
The most popular song in our house... we sing it all the time...
I have no "theme" this week, ya'll know what a slacker I've been this week.
Forest Gump, alternate ending.
The most popular song in our house... we sing it all the time...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
A meme.. 'cause I've got nothing today..
1. What is your current obsession?
I have a very obsessive personality, so there are usually a few going on.. right now, it's online scrabble, books about the civil rights movement, and shopping online for spring clothes.
2. What’s a good coffee place?
My kitchen! Actually I hate to say it, but I love Starbucks. (I know, they are taking over the world.) But, if I see an independent coffee shop, I ALWAYS stop.
3. Who was the last person that you hugged?
My pug, Dexter
4. Do you nap a lot?
Oh God, I adore napping. Every weekend I have my Sunday nap and it freaking ROCKS!
5. Tonight, what’s for dinner?
Crap, I don't know.. am I suppossed to plan that stuff out ahead of time??
6. What was the last thing that you bought?
People Style Magazine and a pack of Reese Peices, cause I spend my money wisely.
7. What is your favorite weather?
I love a nice snowy day. I love it when we are "snowed in" and can't go anywhere!
8. Tell us something about one blogger who you think will play this week?
I have no idea who will play along.. but those who don't will suffer long and painful torture. (you will be forced to watch reruns of Macgyver)
9. If you were given a free house that was fully furnished, where in the world would you like it to be?
Um, where I live. Duh.
10. Name three things that you could not live without.
My family, my pug, and candy.
11. What would you like in your hands right now?
Oh, I know what you want me to say, and I'm not going to say it. You filthy perverts.
12. What’s one of your guilty pleasures?
Rocking out to 80's songs with hubby in the car. We do some awesome choreography and there is a lot of "pass the mike" going on.
13. What would you change or eliminate about yourself?
I am a hypochodriac... big time.
Here is a link to emphasize that fact.
14. As a child, what type of career did you want?
I always dreamed of being a writer. I used to write stories for my parents and then for my friends as I got older. For awhile, in High School, I gave up the dream and decided to be a preschool teacher. But then I learned that I hate kids. Ok, wait. That sounded bad. I hate ugly, bratty kids. There that sounds better.
15. What are you missing right now?
Ambition.. I seem to have none lately.
16. What are you currently reading?
The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton, A Reliable Wife by Robert Goolrick
17. What do you fear the most?
That one day my daughter's stuffed animal collection will come to life and kill us all in a bloody massacre. Well that, and spiders.
18. What’s the best movie that you’ve seen recently?
Hmm... it's a tie between Edward Penishands and Breast Side Story. Both cinematic masterpieces, the acting superb. Although I must say, the camera work during the love scenes was very intense.
19. What’s your favorite book from the past year?
Um... don't ask me that... that's too hard. Fine, if I have to choose, this one.
20. Is there a comfort food from your childhood that you still enjoy?
Um, yes... all comfort foods. But especially the fatty, cheesy, greasy ones.
I have a very obsessive personality, so there are usually a few going on.. right now, it's online scrabble, books about the civil rights movement, and shopping online for spring clothes.
2. What’s a good coffee place?
My kitchen! Actually I hate to say it, but I love Starbucks. (I know, they are taking over the world.) But, if I see an independent coffee shop, I ALWAYS stop.
3. Who was the last person that you hugged?
My pug, Dexter
4. Do you nap a lot?
Oh God, I adore napping. Every weekend I have my Sunday nap and it freaking ROCKS!
5. Tonight, what’s for dinner?
Crap, I don't know.. am I suppossed to plan that stuff out ahead of time??
6. What was the last thing that you bought?
People Style Magazine and a pack of Reese Peices, cause I spend my money wisely.
7. What is your favorite weather?
I love a nice snowy day. I love it when we are "snowed in" and can't go anywhere!
8. Tell us something about one blogger who you think will play this week?
I have no idea who will play along.. but those who don't will suffer long and painful torture. (you will be forced to watch reruns of Macgyver)
9. If you were given a free house that was fully furnished, where in the world would you like it to be?
Um, where I live. Duh.
10. Name three things that you could not live without.
My family, my pug, and candy.
11. What would you like in your hands right now?
Oh, I know what you want me to say, and I'm not going to say it. You filthy perverts.
12. What’s one of your guilty pleasures?
Rocking out to 80's songs with hubby in the car. We do some awesome choreography and there is a lot of "pass the mike" going on.
13. What would you change or eliminate about yourself?
I am a hypochodriac... big time.
Here is a link to emphasize that fact.
14. As a child, what type of career did you want?
I always dreamed of being a writer. I used to write stories for my parents and then for my friends as I got older. For awhile, in High School, I gave up the dream and decided to be a preschool teacher. But then I learned that I hate kids. Ok, wait. That sounded bad. I hate ugly, bratty kids. There that sounds better.
15. What are you missing right now?
Ambition.. I seem to have none lately.
16. What are you currently reading?
The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton, A Reliable Wife by Robert Goolrick
17. What do you fear the most?
That one day my daughter's stuffed animal collection will come to life and kill us all in a bloody massacre. Well that, and spiders.
18. What’s the best movie that you’ve seen recently?
Hmm... it's a tie between Edward Penishands and Breast Side Story. Both cinematic masterpieces, the acting superb. Although I must say, the camera work during the love scenes was very intense.
19. What’s your favorite book from the past year?
Um... don't ask me that... that's too hard. Fine, if I have to choose, this one.
20. Is there a comfort food from your childhood that you still enjoy?
Um, yes... all comfort foods. But especially the fatty, cheesy, greasy ones.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Funny Friday!!
Got something funny to share this week? add your link to Mr. Linky at the bottom! Promote your blog and have fun doing it.
This week, I've got commercials.. my fave is the second one...
This week, I've got commercials.. my fave is the second one...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Would You Rather Wednesday- 80's edition (posted a little early.)
Welcome to an 80's edition of Would You Rather Wednesday. I give you a question with 2 possible answers.. you have to pick one. You can't say "neither"... not cool.
Here ya go!
Would you rather be a Goonie?
or member of The Breakfast Club?
Eat Pop Rocks and Soda
Or a McRib?
Time For Your Glamour Shots Makeover!! Which makeover would you rather pick?
The 80's ponytail..for the sporty gals..
Or the "mysterious femme fatale"
Bonus Gross Out: Would you want to get your "total mack-on" with...
Booger from Revenge of the Nerds?
Or the totally tubular dad from ALF?
Like, gag me with a spoon.
Here ya go!
Would you rather be a Goonie?
or member of The Breakfast Club?
Eat Pop Rocks and Soda
Or a McRib?
Time For Your Glamour Shots Makeover!! Which makeover would you rather pick?
The 80's ponytail..for the sporty gals..
Or the "mysterious femme fatale"
Bonus Gross Out: Would you want to get your "total mack-on" with...
Booger from Revenge of the Nerds?
Or the totally tubular dad from ALF?
Like, gag me with a spoon.
Friday, April 3, 2009
For The Love of Chickens..
My daughter Roslyn has always loved animals. She also has a flair for the dramatic. One day when she was four and half years old we saw what happens when these two traits collide.
It was a rainy November afternoon. Ros was watching tv and enjoying some lunch, when a commercial about "cooking your Thanksgiving turkey" came on the screen. She giggled a little and said, "That's so funny that they call it turkey. People don't eat real turkeys."
I laughed too. "Of course they do! People eat animals all the time."
She shrugged a little. "Well, I'm glad we don't, mommy. We would never eat an animal."
I watch as she dips her CHICKEN nugget into some sauce and gobbles away. Crap. Do I tell her? I mean she's almost 5. It's time she knew the truth. I take a deep breath and say, "Um, honey. We do eat animals. You're eating chicken nuggets. They are made out of chickens."
She drops the nugget. Clunk. "What?" She stares at her plate. Her mouth is hanging open. Big tears are starting to form and I think, "Shit.. here we go." She jumps up and does the drama queen run to her bedroom. (you know the one.. arms flailing, legs stomping, but the nose is still way up in the air.) "How could you make me eat poor little chickens?!". She slams her door.
I consider for a moment going in there. But decide to let her have some time. Good thing, because a second later she opens the door. She gives me the death stare to end all death stares and marches past me to her toy boxes in the front room. She digs around like crazy, finds what she is looking for and marches back to her room, wailing in agony the whole time. This time she forgets to dramatically slam the door and leaves it open a little. I can see that the thing she had been searching for was her stuffed turkey. (I am seriously trying not laugh at this point. I mean, come on...) She then dives under her blankets with her stuffed turkey. I can hear her mumbling something in between sobs. I sneak a little closer.
"I'm so sorry that I have been eating you guys. I didn't know. She didn't tell me." Again, more wailing and then, " I know.. I think she's a mean lady, too."
Oh for the love of God. Again, I decide to let her ride it out a little. About ten minutes later she comes out of the bedroom. I am thinking it's over. She drops to the ground in front of our dogs. "I am sorry. I didn't want to eat your friends!" The dogs are wide eyed in terror. What's with this kid?
I laugh a little. "Honey, we don't eat dogs."
She buries her face in the dog's side. "Well, what do you think Hot Dogs are then, huh??" The wailing continues.
Finally I get her calmed down. I explain to her how some animals eat other animals. I tell her that if she doesn't want to, she doesn't have to. Some people are vegetarians. And at this point I am thinking she definitly will become one. I would be more than happy to support that.
"What do they eat?" she asked, her face so filled with hope.
"Well, they eat vegtables." I tell her.
Her face falls and her nose immediatly wrinkles up."But I don't like vegtables." she says.
She looks at me for a few seconds and then glances at the nuggets still sitting on her plate. I can almost hear the wheels in her little head spinning. Suddenly, as if someone has flicked a switch, she says. "Nah. I'm just gonna eat the chickens."
It's over.
And..... end scene.
It was a rainy November afternoon. Ros was watching tv and enjoying some lunch, when a commercial about "cooking your Thanksgiving turkey" came on the screen. She giggled a little and said, "That's so funny that they call it turkey. People don't eat real turkeys."
I laughed too. "Of course they do! People eat animals all the time."
She shrugged a little. "Well, I'm glad we don't, mommy. We would never eat an animal."
I watch as she dips her CHICKEN nugget into some sauce and gobbles away. Crap. Do I tell her? I mean she's almost 5. It's time she knew the truth. I take a deep breath and say, "Um, honey. We do eat animals. You're eating chicken nuggets. They are made out of chickens."
She drops the nugget. Clunk. "What?" She stares at her plate. Her mouth is hanging open. Big tears are starting to form and I think, "Shit.. here we go." She jumps up and does the drama queen run to her bedroom. (you know the one.. arms flailing, legs stomping, but the nose is still way up in the air.) "How could you make me eat poor little chickens?!". She slams her door.
I consider for a moment going in there. But decide to let her have some time. Good thing, because a second later she opens the door. She gives me the death stare to end all death stares and marches past me to her toy boxes in the front room. She digs around like crazy, finds what she is looking for and marches back to her room, wailing in agony the whole time. This time she forgets to dramatically slam the door and leaves it open a little. I can see that the thing she had been searching for was her stuffed turkey. (I am seriously trying not laugh at this point. I mean, come on...) She then dives under her blankets with her stuffed turkey. I can hear her mumbling something in between sobs. I sneak a little closer.
"I'm so sorry that I have been eating you guys. I didn't know. She didn't tell me." Again, more wailing and then, " I know.. I think she's a mean lady, too."
Oh for the love of God. Again, I decide to let her ride it out a little. About ten minutes later she comes out of the bedroom. I am thinking it's over. She drops to the ground in front of our dogs. "I am sorry. I didn't want to eat your friends!" The dogs are wide eyed in terror. What's with this kid?
I laugh a little. "Honey, we don't eat dogs."
She buries her face in the dog's side. "Well, what do you think Hot Dogs are then, huh??" The wailing continues.
Finally I get her calmed down. I explain to her how some animals eat other animals. I tell her that if she doesn't want to, she doesn't have to. Some people are vegetarians. And at this point I am thinking she definitly will become one. I would be more than happy to support that.
"What do they eat?" she asked, her face so filled with hope.
"Well, they eat vegtables." I tell her.
Her face falls and her nose immediatly wrinkles up."But I don't like vegtables." she says.
She looks at me for a few seconds and then glances at the nuggets still sitting on her plate. I can almost hear the wheels in her little head spinning. Suddenly, as if someone has flicked a switch, she says. "Nah. I'm just gonna eat the chickens."
It's over.
And..... end scene.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Hot Seat Question, Episode #1
Hey everyone! Welcome to a new segment here at Girl In The Glasses (aka.. the coolest blog known to man..). Each week, I am going to give you a situation to ponder. Some will be silly (this is me, afterall). Some will be serious. Some will be though-provoking (but not many... I mean come on. You know I can only go so deep). I am going to give you several possible responses and you can choose one, or of course, leave your own. It's just a fun little social experiment and a way for us all to get to know each other.
So here is your first situation...
You have been dating a wonderful man for months and finally get a chance to meet his family. They invite you over for a formal dinner at their house. You are so nervous. You're sweating, your stomach hurts. Table conversation is tense. Finally the father makes an attempt at a joke to cut the tension. You overcompensate by laughing just a little too hard. So hard in fact, that it happens... you let one rip. You never even felt it coming. The table goes eerily silent.. what do you do?
a. Blush, and mumble something along the lines of "excuse me.." or "my goodness. I'm so sorry."
b. Laugh and say "Hey.. who stepped on the duck?"
c. Blame the dog, who doesn't exist.
d. Blame your boyfriend and pray like mad that he plays along.
e. cry and run from the table.. and never return.
What would you do??? anything similar ever happen to you?
*I know you are totally shocked that I started with a silly one.. *
So here is your first situation...
You have been dating a wonderful man for months and finally get a chance to meet his family. They invite you over for a formal dinner at their house. You are so nervous. You're sweating, your stomach hurts. Table conversation is tense. Finally the father makes an attempt at a joke to cut the tension. You overcompensate by laughing just a little too hard. So hard in fact, that it happens... you let one rip. You never even felt it coming. The table goes eerily silent.. what do you do?
a. Blush, and mumble something along the lines of "excuse me.." or "my goodness. I'm so sorry."
b. Laugh and say "Hey.. who stepped on the duck?"
c. Blame the dog, who doesn't exist.
d. Blame your boyfriend and pray like mad that he plays along.
e. cry and run from the table.. and never return.
What would you do??? anything similar ever happen to you?
*I know you are totally shocked that I started with a silly one.. *
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Plague has hit again...
I am sick. Sickety, sick, sick, sick. I am a whiny, snotty, feverish mess of a woman.. and I will not be blogging today. I have tons of emails to answer and lots of comments owed to you all.. but for now I will leave you with this.
Why? Because it's awesome that's why..duh. And just for tickles.. here's another one... you're welcome.
And now you can go read other more serious blogs about world peace and politics and realize just how shallow I really am. Seriously people, this is about as deep as I can get today.
ps. I am slowly collecting everyone's buttons.. don't be insulted if yours isn't listed yet.. just haven't gotten to it yet.. I swear.. It will be there.. soon!
Why? Because it's awesome that's why..duh. And just for tickles.. here's another one... you're welcome.
And now you can go read other more serious blogs about world peace and politics and realize just how shallow I really am. Seriously people, this is about as deep as I can get today.
ps. I am slowly collecting everyone's buttons.. don't be insulted if yours isn't listed yet.. just haven't gotten to it yet.. I swear.. It will be there.. soon!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Funny Fridays...
I know a certain blogger who will enjoy this....
I want a Segway.. ok, maybe not anymore!
And the most awesome piece of furniture EVAH!
All of these clips were found on the webpage of my favorite radio show The Preston and Steve SHow out of Philly. You can download their podcasts, listen on Aol radio and online! They are not your average "morning zoo" guys.. they are hilarious! check 'em out!
Add your link to Mr.Linky and put some funny stuff on your blog!
Also, check out Happy Friday over at Noob Mommy!
I want a Segway.. ok, maybe not anymore!
And the most awesome piece of furniture EVAH!
All of these clips were found on the webpage of my favorite radio show The Preston and Steve SHow out of Philly. You can download their podcasts, listen on Aol radio and online! They are not your average "morning zoo" guys.. they are hilarious! check 'em out!
Add your link to Mr.Linky and put some funny stuff on your blog!
Also, check out Happy Friday over at Noob Mommy!
Monday, January 19, 2009
A Peek Into My Marriage
The following is a IM conversation between me and my beloved this morning...ignore the spelling errors
Craig: are the kids awake yet?
me: yeah
Craig: do you want me to take her to g scouts 2 night ;)
me: maybe.. I have to see if i need to go for the cookie crap first.
Craig: OK
Craig: WE WILL...WE WILL...BARAK YOU
me: very good!!!
Craig: CROCADILE BARACK
me: nice!
i might have to do another post.
Craig: FOR THOSE ABOUT TO BARARK..WE SALUTE YOU
Craig: YOU CAN LET THEM RIP ON TUESDAY
me: YUP
I NEED TO SAVE THIS CHAT
Craig: WE MISSED OUT ON THE BARACK AND ROLL TRAIN
AC/DC HAS A BUNCH OF POSABUILITYS
YEA I SPELLED IT WRONG ...WHAT!?
me: yup, you sure did... you sure did.
Craig: LET ME TRY THIS ONE ON YA...
OBAMAS AND PAPA'S
?
me: i thought of that one... stinky
its not a song
Craig: OBAMS HOUSE
me: nah
Craig: YOUR OBAMAS SO FAT...
?
me: ha! I like that one!
Craig: I CAN'T FINISH THOUGH
me: i know
Craig: ME AND MY OBAMA
me: is it suppossed to me lama?
Craig: YEA
Craig: WHAT YOU TALKIN OBAMA..WILLIS
OK I QUIT
me: you should
Craig: I'M OBAMA 'T TO
me: what?
Craig: IF I HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT ..IT AIN'T FUNNY
SORRY
me: OBAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT!
IN YOUR FACE!
Craig: OHH SNAP
DAMN
me: GOOD ONE, HUH?
Craig: MUCH PROPS
me: THANKS!!!!
Craig: OBAMA SAID THERE WILL BE DAYS LIKE THIS
me: i'M DYING HERE
so funny
you are so stupid
i love it
Craig: STOP OR MY OBAMA WILL SHOOT
me: ha!!!!!
oh my god... you are a dork.. i love it
Craig: OBAMA I'M COMING HOME!
me: are you lauging out loud at work?
Craig: I'M TRYING TO HOLD IT BACK
WERE STUPID
Ah.. love is sweet, ain't it?
Craig: are the kids awake yet?
me: yeah
Craig: do you want me to take her to g scouts 2 night ;)
me: maybe.. I have to see if i need to go for the cookie crap first.
Craig: OK
Craig: WE WILL...WE WILL...BARAK YOU
me: very good!!!
Craig: CROCADILE BARACK
me: nice!
i might have to do another post.
Craig: FOR THOSE ABOUT TO BARARK..WE SALUTE YOU
Craig: YOU CAN LET THEM RIP ON TUESDAY
me: YUP
I NEED TO SAVE THIS CHAT
Craig: WE MISSED OUT ON THE BARACK AND ROLL TRAIN
AC/DC HAS A BUNCH OF POSABUILITYS
YEA I SPELLED IT WRONG ...WHAT!?
me: yup, you sure did... you sure did.
Craig: LET ME TRY THIS ONE ON YA...
OBAMAS AND PAPA'S
?
me: i thought of that one... stinky
its not a song
Craig: OBAMS HOUSE
me: nah
Craig: YOUR OBAMAS SO FAT...
?
me: ha! I like that one!
Craig: I CAN'T FINISH THOUGH
me: i know
Craig: ME AND MY OBAMA
me: is it suppossed to me lama?
Craig: YEA
Craig: WHAT YOU TALKIN OBAMA..WILLIS
OK I QUIT
me: you should
Craig: I'M OBAMA 'T TO
me: what?
Craig: IF I HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT ..IT AIN'T FUNNY
SORRY
me: OBAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT!
IN YOUR FACE!
Craig: OHH SNAP
DAMN
me: GOOD ONE, HUH?
Craig: MUCH PROPS
me: THANKS!!!!
Craig: OBAMA SAID THERE WILL BE DAYS LIKE THIS
me: i'M DYING HERE
so funny
you are so stupid
i love it
Craig: STOP OR MY OBAMA WILL SHOOT
me: ha!!!!!
oh my god... you are a dork.. i love it
Craig: OBAMA I'M COMING HOME!
me: are you lauging out loud at work?
Craig: I'M TRYING TO HOLD IT BACK
WERE STUPID
Ah.. love is sweet, ain't it?
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