The Landlord... such a classic. The best viral video in my opinion.
The Landlord from Will Ferrell
and one from my old favorite tv show.. The State
and my favorite commercial parody, ever.
Enjoy!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Funny Friday - Classic Edition
You have probably seen these, but they are some of our favorite stupid videos and never fail to make us laugh.
The Landlord... such a classic. The best viral video in my opinion.
and one from my old favorite tv show.. The State
and my favorite commercial parody, ever.
Enjoy!
The Landlord... such a classic. The best viral video in my opinion.
and one from my old favorite tv show.. The State
and my favorite commercial parody, ever.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Would You Rather Wednesday..
AH.. you thought I forgot, didn't you? But I didn't! It's time for our favorite weekly game! I give you some questions with two possible answers, you have to pick one! you can't say neither!
Now, would you rather....
Wear this
#1
Or this (#2)
to your husband's work christmas party?
sneeze uncontrollably or orgasm uncontrollably?
be best friends with Perez Hilton or Cameron Diaz?
and gross out bonus:
Get it on all freaky-deaky with Marilyn Manson
or Prince Charles?
Now, would you rather....
Wear this
#1
Or this (#2)
to your husband's work christmas party?
sneeze uncontrollably or orgasm uncontrollably?
be best friends with Perez Hilton or Cameron Diaz?
and gross out bonus:
Get it on all freaky-deaky with Marilyn Manson
or Prince Charles?
Monday, February 23, 2009
A Tribute To A Friend..
I have been meaning to write this post for awhile now, but wasn't really ready to write it. I'm still a little emotional about the whole thing, but I'm ready to tell you all about a very special part of my life for many years. His name was Zack. He was our dog.
But to me, Zack was more than just a dog.He was my friend and a major part of our family. I know that some of you have pets and you understand. Some of you will find this post silly and overly emotional. To you, I say, bear with me and listen to what I have to say. You may just change your mind.
Zack was a white boxer. He was our first baby. He was neuorotic and goofy and air-headed. He was weird. He hated the Teletubbies with a passion. If he even heard their voices as we flicked through the channels, he would run to the tv and try to bite them. He was goofy. He once got a huge plastic ball stuck in his mouth and my neighbor had to use a hack saw to cut it in half to get it out. He was a tough looking dog, but such a baby. He would run around with my husband and hurt himself and keep playing. But if I walked outside, he would stop playing and limp over, giving me his paw as if saying "I got a boo-boo." He was so damn lovable. We lived on a farm for four years and the cows adopted him as an honorary calf. We would come home from work and he would be in the cow pen, just chilling with the ladies. They would lick his face and moo at him. Every single time I bent down to hand him his food bowl, he would lick my cheek as if saying thanks. When we moved to our first apartment, we found a local vet that would board him for us during the day. (Zack was not used to apartment living. We learned the hard when he broke a window the first day.) They started with putting him in a crate, but by the end of the day, they just let him run around the office. There was a litter of kittens there, and he just played with them all day. He was the most gentle giant. He used to hike with me in the morning and he once caught a baby bunny under his foot. He stopped, looked at me, and let it go. I swear.
And he was my buddy. When I was pregnant and on bed rest, he would lay on the couch with me, his head on my huge belly. That baby would kick and roll, and he would stay right there. I think he loved Roslyn even before she was born. When she came home, he slept under her crib. When she developed colic issues and cried all the time, he licked his paws raw. As she grew into a little girl, he tolerated her riding on his back and dressing him up as a princess. But most of all, he tolerated the fact that we had another baby now. And even though we lost our temper with him, and ignored him way too much once the baby came, he loved us. Unconditionally. Any attention we gave him was enough.
His health deteriorated quickly. He started wetting the house. We gave him shots for diabetes, and he never once snapped at us or ran. He just simply came and took his medicine. The doctor told us there was nothing much we could do, but care for him as best we could. He said Zack was not in pain, but it would be a pain to care for him. I bought doggie diapers. He even put up with those. He had control of his bowels, but would leak urine. We knew the end was coming. I was still shocked when it did.
My husband woke me up at 5am. With tears in his eyes, he said "I think you may want to go sit with zack and say goodbye." Zack had thrown up blood during the night. He was losing more blood through his bowels. We were calling frantically to the vet. I sat in the basement with Zack for hours, with his head on my legs, petting his soft head. He would look at me, and give me a little kiss and close his eyes. Finally, the vet got back to us and we ran him in. We knew there was nothing they could do. His organs had failed. He was gone even before the needle entered his vein.
I had never seen my husband really cry until that point. Craig stood and stoked his beloved best friend's side as he ceased to breathe, murmuring, "He was such a good boy." I was inconsolable. The doctor left us alone. We hugged and cried, mourning the loss of the best dog we had ever known.
And even now, a year and half later, we still talk about Zack, as if he is still around. And though we have two new dogs, it will never be the same. I will never let myself love a dog as much as I loved Zack. I'm guarded now. And I know that Craig is too. I'm so thankful for the years that we did have with him. But eleven years went by too fast and I still miss him. I think I always will.
So, to those of you who think its silly to get attached to an animal like this..maybe you're right. It was silly to love a dog like a person. But he loved us no matter what we did, protected us and made us laugh. The least we could do was love him back.
But to me, Zack was more than just a dog.He was my friend and a major part of our family. I know that some of you have pets and you understand. Some of you will find this post silly and overly emotional. To you, I say, bear with me and listen to what I have to say. You may just change your mind.
Zack was a white boxer. He was our first baby. He was neuorotic and goofy and air-headed. He was weird. He hated the Teletubbies with a passion. If he even heard their voices as we flicked through the channels, he would run to the tv and try to bite them. He was goofy. He once got a huge plastic ball stuck in his mouth and my neighbor had to use a hack saw to cut it in half to get it out. He was a tough looking dog, but such a baby. He would run around with my husband and hurt himself and keep playing. But if I walked outside, he would stop playing and limp over, giving me his paw as if saying "I got a boo-boo." He was so damn lovable. We lived on a farm for four years and the cows adopted him as an honorary calf. We would come home from work and he would be in the cow pen, just chilling with the ladies. They would lick his face and moo at him. Every single time I bent down to hand him his food bowl, he would lick my cheek as if saying thanks. When we moved to our first apartment, we found a local vet that would board him for us during the day. (Zack was not used to apartment living. We learned the hard when he broke a window the first day.) They started with putting him in a crate, but by the end of the day, they just let him run around the office. There was a litter of kittens there, and he just played with them all day. He was the most gentle giant. He used to hike with me in the morning and he once caught a baby bunny under his foot. He stopped, looked at me, and let it go. I swear.
And he was my buddy. When I was pregnant and on bed rest, he would lay on the couch with me, his head on my huge belly. That baby would kick and roll, and he would stay right there. I think he loved Roslyn even before she was born. When she came home, he slept under her crib. When she developed colic issues and cried all the time, he licked his paws raw. As she grew into a little girl, he tolerated her riding on his back and dressing him up as a princess. But most of all, he tolerated the fact that we had another baby now. And even though we lost our temper with him, and ignored him way too much once the baby came, he loved us. Unconditionally. Any attention we gave him was enough.
His health deteriorated quickly. He started wetting the house. We gave him shots for diabetes, and he never once snapped at us or ran. He just simply came and took his medicine. The doctor told us there was nothing much we could do, but care for him as best we could. He said Zack was not in pain, but it would be a pain to care for him. I bought doggie diapers. He even put up with those. He had control of his bowels, but would leak urine. We knew the end was coming. I was still shocked when it did.
My husband woke me up at 5am. With tears in his eyes, he said "I think you may want to go sit with zack and say goodbye." Zack had thrown up blood during the night. He was losing more blood through his bowels. We were calling frantically to the vet. I sat in the basement with Zack for hours, with his head on my legs, petting his soft head. He would look at me, and give me a little kiss and close his eyes. Finally, the vet got back to us and we ran him in. We knew there was nothing they could do. His organs had failed. He was gone even before the needle entered his vein.
I had never seen my husband really cry until that point. Craig stood and stoked his beloved best friend's side as he ceased to breathe, murmuring, "He was such a good boy." I was inconsolable. The doctor left us alone. We hugged and cried, mourning the loss of the best dog we had ever known.
And even now, a year and half later, we still talk about Zack, as if he is still around. And though we have two new dogs, it will never be the same. I will never let myself love a dog as much as I loved Zack. I'm guarded now. And I know that Craig is too. I'm so thankful for the years that we did have with him. But eleven years went by too fast and I still miss him. I think I always will.
So, to those of you who think its silly to get attached to an animal like this..maybe you're right. It was silly to love a dog like a person. But he loved us no matter what we did, protected us and made us laugh. The least we could do was love him back.
Question of the Week...
So, here's your question of the week, hopefully sparking some blog creativity. You can post your answers here in my comments section or take the question on over to your blog and do it there! Just trying to spread some inspiration!
If you could read the mind of one other person for one day, who would it be and why? It could be a movie star, a family member, friend or even your pet.
I guess I would choose my husband. I know that sounds weird.. but I just want to hear what goes on in that mind of his. I want to see his day through his eyes. I want to see just how amazingly annoying I can be sometimes. Craig is a quiet guy. Getting him to talk about serious things is like pulling teeth. He tends to sit and brood, unlike me, who likes to talk a subject to death. Sometimes it drives me insane trying to figure out what the hell he is thinking. I can ask him twenty times what is wrong and he says "nothing." But hours later, after begging and pleading, he will tell me. I would love to just hear what's going on in that cute head. I can see sometimes that there is something on the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back. The man is a mystery to me sometimes. He is shy around some people and doesn't say much. When he does speak, he usually has something hilarious and totally random to say, which I love. I would love to hear the sillier things going on in there that he doesn't say. Most of all, I want to know what he thinks of me. Of us. He doesn't say much. But I know he loves me. Sometimes though, I would like to know how much and why. I'm not always lovable. Hmm.. maybe reading his mind wouldn't be that great of an idea?
If you could read the mind of one other person for one day, who would it be and why? It could be a movie star, a family member, friend or even your pet.
I guess I would choose my husband. I know that sounds weird.. but I just want to hear what goes on in that mind of his. I want to see his day through his eyes. I want to see just how amazingly annoying I can be sometimes. Craig is a quiet guy. Getting him to talk about serious things is like pulling teeth. He tends to sit and brood, unlike me, who likes to talk a subject to death. Sometimes it drives me insane trying to figure out what the hell he is thinking. I can ask him twenty times what is wrong and he says "nothing." But hours later, after begging and pleading, he will tell me. I would love to just hear what's going on in that cute head. I can see sometimes that there is something on the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back. The man is a mystery to me sometimes. He is shy around some people and doesn't say much. When he does speak, he usually has something hilarious and totally random to say, which I love. I would love to hear the sillier things going on in there that he doesn't say. Most of all, I want to know what he thinks of me. Of us. He doesn't say much. But I know he loves me. Sometimes though, I would like to know how much and why. I'm not always lovable. Hmm.. maybe reading his mind wouldn't be that great of an idea?
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