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Monday, December 6, 2010
Poison Ivy is bad, mmkay?
There are many things in life on which I pride myself. One of them being that I am not allergic to namby-pamby nonsense like cats and grass. I don't know why, but when I picture allergies, I see the nerd on tv with a runny nose and coke-bottle glasses. (not that I have anything against nerds... I am #TeamNerd... just not #TeamRunnyNoseNerd...) I constantly mock my husband for being allergic to Penicillin and my little sister for being allergic to poison ivy (oh, the irony)... The only allergies I have are either perfectly understandable or just so badass that it can't even be considered an "allergy". And they are... 1. Lavender. Seriously, who could be upset about being allergic to Lavender??? Lavender smells like you stuck a flower up a butt and set it on fire. Not only does it smell like ass-flower fire, it gives me a horrible headache. Then one day, while staying at my aunt's house, I went to take a shower and all she had was some sort of baby wash, (I have no clue as to why because there was no baby in the family at that time...) well as I started washing, a smell assaulted my nose. Yes, it was Lavender... (and why am I capitalizing Lavender??? It is not a proper noun. And even if it was, it would not deserve to be capitalized... lavender. there. much better...) but it was not a very strong smell, I guess since it was aimed towards babies... So I decided to just deal with it. However, halfway through my lavender plagued shower, I started to itch... By the time I got out of the shower, I was covered with little allergy itch spots. It almost made me smile. As if someone needed another reason to avoid lavender at all costs... Which brings us to allergy number 2. Benadryl. Yeah, that's right. I am so badass, that I am allergic to allergy medicine! It's like Jesus was standing over baby-me, and was like "I have made her so perfectly awesome, the only other thing I can do to assure her perfectly awesomeness is to insure than she never has any wimpy allergies by making her allergic to allergy medicine." I am not going to go all in to the Benadryl story, I will just say that I ended up passing out in the bathroom floor... So, with all of that said, I can begin my story. Me, Steven (the husband), and Lisa (my older sister) were sitting outside the other day and for some reason I cannot recall right now, I decided that I was going to climb a tree. The husband tried to talk me out of it, stating nonsensical facts like "out of shape", "no tree-climbing skills", "scared of heights", "no balance". Pssh! I said. So, I go put on my shoes, and start to climb the tree. Now, I know I have surely intimidated you with the talk of how badass I am, and you are probably picturing me atop of a 20 ft tree, but I was only going to get on the lowest limb possible. I just wanted to have my whole body on/in the tree. Now, the only tree in which this is possible, is the poison ivy infested tree that my little sister can't get around because she is one of those people with the wimpy allergies... I am not going to get all into how I made the tree my bitch and everyone who had doubted me bowed at my feet and cheered. (a.k.a. I hugged the tree and slid down causing scrapes all over my arms and legs, while the husband and the sister laughed and took photos) About 2 days later, I awoke with a very itchy and swollen eyelid. The husband said it was poison ivy. I reminded him that I was not a wimpy allergy person and even if I was, it would appear on my arms or legs and not my eyelid that had made no contact with the tree. This was Sunday. Monday evening, I noticed a small rash on the side of my left hand. It reminded me of warts... I gagged. By Thursday, my eye had healed, (Hallelujah!) but both of my legs and arms were covered in poison ivy itchiness. I was all #FML! After lots of Aveeno Body Wash, Hydrocortisone Cream (provided to me by the little sister...), and scratching, I am healed. Physically. My ego will never recover from this. I now have to watch what I touch when I enter the woods. (cause, you know, that's what badass people do.. they have to go into the woods to kill their own food... and stuff...) Even though I am convinced that it was some other badass reaction, instead of poison ivy, since it took almost a week to show up, even though the husband and everyone else has tried to convince me that it doesn't happen right after you touch the tree... sigh. My life will never be the same :(
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Conversations with my 21 yr old self
I have come to the conclusion that I am a horrible blogger. On the rare occasion that I remember to blog, I don't have anything to say... I always say that I am going to get better, but I am just lying to myself. But this time will be different! (yeah, probably not... but it makes me feel better to say it) So, instead of trying to come up with something "epic" every time, I am going to blog about whatever nonsense pops into my head. I will try to do it at least once a week, but it will probably not happen... So, for my first randomness, this is actually something I stole from my sister (the one mentioned below, ironically)... I didn't steal the actual conversation, but the idea of blogging a conversation. So... I plan to do more of these...unless I get accused of plagiarism :-P AND since she was the original maker-upper of this, Lisa will get first dibs on the cooler conversations...sigh. So, without further ado...
Me and Lisa were sitting outside on the porch...
Me: I wish they would come and fix the street light so I don't have to rely on the porch light...
Lisa: (who is anti-light) Why would you want them to do that??
Me: Because one of the random crackheads in the town could be standing right over there and I would never see them...
Lisa: But they won't be able to see you because you're in the dark...
Me: Yeah, there was a horse in the yard the other night and I didn't see it... I win
Me and Lisa were sitting outside on the porch...
Me: I wish they would come and fix the street light so I don't have to rely on the porch light...
Lisa: (who is anti-light) Why would you want them to do that??
Me: Because one of the random crackheads in the town could be standing right over there and I would never see them...
Lisa: But they won't be able to see you because you're in the dark...
Me: Yeah, there was a horse in the yard the other night and I didn't see it... I win
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Advice From Them to Me
Apparently Stumble Upon is trying to tell me that I have become an addict.... I "coincidentally" ended up on this page, titled "Advice from me to you"
So I am going outside to photograph things now... because I don't want to wander "aimlessly" for the rest of my life anymore ;-)
Take a break from stumbling aimlessly.
Suggested alternative activities:
- Go for a walk
- Make a cup of tea
- Phone an old friend
- Visit somebody without calling ahead
- Sunbathe/stargaze
- Cook something you've never cooked before
- Take a good book to the park
- Photograph the sights in your own city
- Go to sleep
- Swim in natural water
- Attempt a crossword puzzle
- Build a fort out of furniture and bedding
- Bake a cake
- Plan an epic travel adventure
- Write a song/poem/story
- Make a list of 100 things to do by next year
So I am going outside to photograph things now... because I don't want to wander "aimlessly" for the rest of my life anymore ;-)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Some Scary Bitches
The 13 Scariest Women In Film
(found here)
13. The Wicked Witch Of The West in "The Wizard of Oz"
12. Nurse Ratched in "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest"
11. The Grand High Witch in "The Witches"
10. Esther in "The Orphan"
(I don't know what was scarier; thinking that there is a psycho kid running around wanting to kill a woman and an adorable deaf child so she can be Daddy's favorite? OR, knowing that there is a freaky midget woman wanting to kill a woman and an adorable deaf child so she can marry Daddy?????? Either way it goes, this was one creepy ass movie)
9. Nancy in "The Craft"
8. Jennifer Check in "Jennifer's Body"
7. Baby Jane Hudson in "Whatever Happened To Baby Jane"
6. Alex Forrest in "Fatal Attraction"
5. Joan Crawford in "Mommie Dearest"
(I always hated her eyebrows...)
4. Annie Wilkes in "Misery"
(this was one of the creepiest scenes in a movie. ever.)
3. Carrie in.. well, "Carrie"
(I always kinda felt sorry for her... but once she went all loco and started killing people, I went from being sympathetic to wanting her to die)
2. Regan MacNeil in "The Exorcist"
(creepiest.kid.ever.)
1. Norman Bates' Mother in "Psycho"
(found here)
13. The Wicked Witch Of The West in "The Wizard of Oz"
12. Nurse Ratched in "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest"
11. The Grand High Witch in "The Witches"
10. Esther in "The Orphan"
(I don't know what was scarier; thinking that there is a psycho kid running around wanting to kill a woman and an adorable deaf child so she can be Daddy's favorite? OR, knowing that there is a freaky midget woman wanting to kill a woman and an adorable deaf child so she can marry Daddy?????? Either way it goes, this was one creepy ass movie)
9. Nancy in "The Craft"
8. Jennifer Check in "Jennifer's Body"
7. Baby Jane Hudson in "Whatever Happened To Baby Jane"
6. Alex Forrest in "Fatal Attraction"
5. Joan Crawford in "Mommie Dearest"
(I always hated her eyebrows...)
4. Annie Wilkes in "Misery"
(this was one of the creepiest scenes in a movie. ever.)
3. Carrie in.. well, "Carrie"
(I always kinda felt sorry for her... but once she went all loco and started killing people, I went from being sympathetic to wanting her to die)
2. Regan MacNeil in "The Exorcist"
(creepiest.kid.ever.)
1. Norman Bates' Mother in "Psycho"
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Fushigi #balls
When I first saw the commercial for the Fushigi ball, I thought it was the coolest thing ever! I could just see me playing with it for the rest of my life, giggling like a 3 year old on a chocolate high...
Now before I continue, let me say, I am not a gullible idiot. I don't believe everything I see on tv. Actually, I am a very skeptical person... I don't believe anything I see on tv... with that said, I knew that the ball didn't actually float/defy gravity... it just looked like it would be really fun to play with, like a Rubix cube or something :) This is where my story begins... In Wal-Mart one day, I saw that they had the Fushigi balls in the as-seen-on-TV aisle. I was very excited. So, one night I convince the husband that I can't go on living any longer without the wonder of the Fushigi ball in my hands... so we went and got one... Now, as I am walking around Wal-Mart with it in my hands, my skepticism starts to kick in.. "Do I really need this?" " Am I going to play with it as much as I think I will?" Eh, probably not. But I know that if I don't get it, then I will regret this moment until my dying day and dream of Fushigi balls all night... So I decide to get it... Now, the husband knows me better than I do sometimes, and he knew that I wasn't going to love the ball as much as I thought I was. So he does the unthinkable... He bribes me with a HAIR DRYER! Now, I understand to most people this probably doesn't make much sense.. when having to choose between a hair dryer and a toy sent to earth by Jesus himself, one would obviously pick the toy... But I am a beauty product junkie.. I can spend ours in the shampoo/makeup aisle without ever getting tired, AND I needed a new hair dryer because a piece of mine broke off a few days before and I couldn't put the attachments on it :( ... So now I am stuck choosing between a glorious toy and a hair dryer (the husband can be so mean sometimes...) My brain is telling me to get the hair dryer because I actually need it, I will use it more often, and the Fushigi is probably just a piece of crap... but my inner child was screaming TOY TOY TOY! WE NEED THE TOY!!!! So, I decided that I absolutely had to have the toy and I would, at a later date, con the husband into buying me the hair dryer also... I would have the best of both worlds, where could this go wrong??
When I got into the vehicle and opened the box, I could tell something was wrong... First of all, there were no lights shining from Heaven and I heard no Hallelujah chorus.... Second of all, the ball was not light and airy and emitting waves of fun, it was very hard plastic, it felt almost like glass, and it was heavy... I tried a couple "tricks" as I sat there and none of them worked... I decided that I must have to watch the DVD first to understand the hidden Fushigi magic... Once we got home, I put in the DVD, got comfy in my bed, ball in hand, and was ready to become a pro... this never happened. Let me explain something about the Fushigi ball... It is not fun to play with. It is heavy and hard to maneuver and will bruise your knees if you drop it on them. The point of the Fushigi is for the people who are watching you play with it to have fun. It is for them to think that you are doing magic tricks when really you are just holding a ball with the tips of your fingers. It is essentially a black ball inside of a clear ball... To sum this up easily...
Playing with a Fushigi ball = :( not fun
Watching someone else play with a Fushigi ball = : D *omg this is so much fun, I wish I could do that!!*
I hated it.. It was a curse upon my bedroom, I wanted it out of the house... immediately. Just seeing it sitting there on my entertainment center made me want to throw it at something. But getting rid of it wouldn't be as simple as just taking it back to the store, oh no. Because that would involve admitting to the husband that he was right.. which would essentially be admitting that I was wrong, and that must never happen. The only other option I had would be taking it back myself, and let's face it.. that was never gonna happen. So, for days I was miserable... just seeing that stupid ball. Finally one day I cracked. I had been sitting there, staring at the ball, contemplating ways I could destroy it and make it look like an accident, when I noticed that the touch pad on my laptop had went out :( then I went to use my Bath and Body Works hand sanitizer and my germaphobic husband had used it all :( Well that was just too much for my poor little brain... I cracked. I told him that I hated it and he was right (no mention of "I was wrong", let's not get crazy) and I wanted the ball out of the house immediately.. He said I would have to wait until the next day to bring it back because the service desk closed at 11 ( he is full of random knowledge). Since I knew that it was going to be out of my sight in less than 12 hours I slept soundly... Got up the next morning, took it back, and now I am the proud owner of an awesome hair dryer that dries my hair 2x faster...or that's what the box said, but instead of timing it and proving them right/wrong, I am just going to accept it and smile :)
Peace, Love, and crabs on your Vagina :)
Now before I continue, let me say, I am not a gullible idiot. I don't believe everything I see on tv. Actually, I am a very skeptical person... I don't believe anything I see on tv... with that said, I knew that the ball didn't actually float/defy gravity... it just looked like it would be really fun to play with, like a Rubix cube or something :) This is where my story begins... In Wal-Mart one day, I saw that they had the Fushigi balls in the as-seen-on-TV aisle. I was very excited. So, one night I convince the husband that I can't go on living any longer without the wonder of the Fushigi ball in my hands... so we went and got one... Now, as I am walking around Wal-Mart with it in my hands, my skepticism starts to kick in.. "Do I really need this?" " Am I going to play with it as much as I think I will?" Eh, probably not. But I know that if I don't get it, then I will regret this moment until my dying day and dream of Fushigi balls all night... So I decide to get it... Now, the husband knows me better than I do sometimes, and he knew that I wasn't going to love the ball as much as I thought I was. So he does the unthinkable... He bribes me with a HAIR DRYER! Now, I understand to most people this probably doesn't make much sense.. when having to choose between a hair dryer and a toy sent to earth by Jesus himself, one would obviously pick the toy... But I am a beauty product junkie.. I can spend ours in the shampoo/makeup aisle without ever getting tired, AND I needed a new hair dryer because a piece of mine broke off a few days before and I couldn't put the attachments on it :( ... So now I am stuck choosing between a glorious toy and a hair dryer (the husband can be so mean sometimes...) My brain is telling me to get the hair dryer because I actually need it, I will use it more often, and the Fushigi is probably just a piece of crap... but my inner child was screaming TOY TOY TOY! WE NEED THE TOY!!!! So, I decided that I absolutely had to have the toy and I would, at a later date, con the husband into buying me the hair dryer also... I would have the best of both worlds, where could this go wrong??
When I got into the vehicle and opened the box, I could tell something was wrong... First of all, there were no lights shining from Heaven and I heard no Hallelujah chorus.... Second of all, the ball was not light and airy and emitting waves of fun, it was very hard plastic, it felt almost like glass, and it was heavy... I tried a couple "tricks" as I sat there and none of them worked... I decided that I must have to watch the DVD first to understand the hidden Fushigi magic... Once we got home, I put in the DVD, got comfy in my bed, ball in hand, and was ready to become a pro... this never happened. Let me explain something about the Fushigi ball... It is not fun to play with. It is heavy and hard to maneuver and will bruise your knees if you drop it on them. The point of the Fushigi is for the people who are watching you play with it to have fun. It is for them to think that you are doing magic tricks when really you are just holding a ball with the tips of your fingers. It is essentially a black ball inside of a clear ball... To sum this up easily...
Playing with a Fushigi ball = :( not fun
Watching someone else play with a Fushigi ball = : D *omg this is so much fun, I wish I could do that!!*
I hated it.. It was a curse upon my bedroom, I wanted it out of the house... immediately. Just seeing it sitting there on my entertainment center made me want to throw it at something. But getting rid of it wouldn't be as simple as just taking it back to the store, oh no. Because that would involve admitting to the husband that he was right.. which would essentially be admitting that I was wrong, and that must never happen. The only other option I had would be taking it back myself, and let's face it.. that was never gonna happen. So, for days I was miserable... just seeing that stupid ball. Finally one day I cracked. I had been sitting there, staring at the ball, contemplating ways I could destroy it and make it look like an accident, when I noticed that the touch pad on my laptop had went out :( then I went to use my Bath and Body Works hand sanitizer and my germaphobic husband had used it all :( Well that was just too much for my poor little brain... I cracked. I told him that I hated it and he was right (no mention of "I was wrong", let's not get crazy) and I wanted the ball out of the house immediately.. He said I would have to wait until the next day to bring it back because the service desk closed at 11 ( he is full of random knowledge). Since I knew that it was going to be out of my sight in less than 12 hours I slept soundly... Got up the next morning, took it back, and now I am the proud owner of an awesome hair dryer that dries my hair 2x faster...or that's what the box said, but instead of timing it and proving them right/wrong, I am just going to accept it and smile :)
Peace, Love, and crabs on your Vagina :)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
My Father, the child eater...
My Father is the pickiest eater of all time... seriously. I would rather be responsible of feeding a 4 year old that only liked pink foods, than have to feed this man. To sum it all up, he doesn't like anything with taste... he likes beans, peas, and cornbread. He despises anything flavorful, aka Mexican, Chinese, Italian... if I am cooking something, and he asks what it is, if I know he isn't going to eat it I just reply with "it's Mexican", (or whatever it happens to be) just so I don't have to go into detail explaining something I know he isn't going to eat anyways... BUT... the man loves soup... he is a soup-aholic. Me, not as much... but I LOVE taco soup. I cooked it today, and he ate it (as he has many times before) which leads me to believe that he is missing out on the "taco" part of taco soup... if he knew that he was eating something semi-Mexican, he would boycott it immediately. I am just waiting for the day that it clicks in his brain, "Hey, this is TACO soup... taco's are Mexican food... I don't like Mexican food... THIS SHIT IS DISGUSTING!!!"... It will happen, mark my words... I am just waiting for the day that it does... but until then, I will continue cooking my taco soup, and he will continue to eat/love it, and the world will keep spinning... but when that fateful day arrives, it will be anarchy! be prepared... #justsayin...
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your Vagina
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your Vagina
Monday, September 20, 2010
Be Careful
OK, this is a really random post, but I had an odd thought earlier which turned into a blog post in my head... Why does everyone say "Be Careful"? I'm not saying everyone is weird for it, I do it too... it just doesnt really make sense to me... Say I'm leaving to go somewhere, and as I am walking to the car, someone says "be careful"... it's not like I'm gonna be all "well fuck, i was gonna be as reckless as possible, but since they said that I can't..." and if someone you know gets into a car wreck, i highly doubt you're gonna be sitting at home going "if I would have only told them to be careful!" I guess it's just a weird habit that makes us feel better... This was a much cooler-sounding blog in my head, but now that I'm typing it, it sounds retarded... this is why I do math, not english...
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your Vagina....
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your Vagina....
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Possibly the most boring blog ever...
Twitter is 'over capacity'... again.... when you have read everyone's facebook updates, watched all of your youtube subscriptions, and played all the games you can play... what is there to do besides twitter??? apparently, there is blogging... i suppose after this, i could always stumble awhile.... today wasn't a super exciting day... we went to Alexandria, ate China King (of course) and went to a few stores.... Oooooo, at Bath & Body Works, they had alot of stuff 75% off... i stocked up... then at Target they had "Girl, Interrupted" for $5... i bought it :)... and at Wal-Mart (might I add that theirs was in one piece and there wasn't a plywood "Pharmacy" box in the middle of the store.. kudos to you Alex...) they some of my fav shampoo and conditioner on clearance for $3!... i was super excited... can you tell what excites me most in life??? lol.... it is like 500 degrees here... i am hot in my bedroom with the ac and a fan... i can only imagine what it feels like outside... i think i have decided that i want to paint my bedroom gray... idk why, but i am really into gray lately... i never know if it's 'gray' or 'grey'... but spell-check says that 'grey' isn't a word, so i'm calling it gray... that's like i've always spelled it blonde, it's how i've always seen it spelled, but spell-check disagrees.. they think it is blond... which looks totally absurd... i have been listening to Ke$ha all day... even though she is in desperate need of a bath and looks like she is hosting a freckle orgy on her face, her music is kinda awesome :)... it's kind of hard to think of anything interesting to ramble about while Lisa is trying to make me search for photos for her blog... sigh... once i have everything organized, i am going to try to do a really cool blog (compared to my usual blogging standards...) but for now, this is all i have to say...
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your vagina.. :)
-Random Fact... i despise capitalizing my "i"s... thank God when i went to college we had to use microsoft word, which capitalized everything for you, or i would have failed,....
as i was finishing, my asshole husband threw hot laundry between me and the air conditioner... remind me to do something mean to him later.... :D
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your vagina.. :)
-Random Fact... i despise capitalizing my "i"s... thank God when i went to college we had to use microsoft word, which capitalized everything for you, or i would have failed,....
as i was finishing, my asshole husband threw hot laundry between me and the air conditioner... remind me to do something mean to him later.... :D
Monday, May 31, 2010
Popeye's chicken #fail
me and Lisa joked about blogging this, but I decided to go for it...
so.. I am having a stressed out day to begin with, and anyone who knows me, knows that I can NOT deal with stress... so my mother has the brilliant idea to send me to Popeye's to get chicken... aside from the stoopid mustang that decided it wanted to pass me on the bridge, the trip there was fine... then i pulled up... ok, let me start by saying that this was my first time ordering chicken. I have rode with people who have ordered chicken, but I myself have never drove up there and ordered my own chicken... before I get into the disastrous ordering episode, let me backtrack to before I left the house... ok, I like spicy chicken, it is yummy to my tummy. and seeing as how even their mild chicken is still kinda spicy, I figured that no one would have a problem with me getting spicy chicken.. o was I ever wrong... I don't know why I didn't just go and order spicy chicken without telling anyone, but as it was, before I left I asked was mixed ok... everyone was okay with that... then I said was spicy ok.. well, Bailey (who only eats chicken legs might I add) does not like spicy chicken... so, back to me in the parking lot.... Having never actually ordered the chicken myself, I couldn't remember how many pieces of chicken came in the box we always get. and they never have a sign or anything to let you know, all they have on the sign is the "family boxes" which come with sides and drinks, and that is not what I wanted... so, I pull up to the window.. (before I begin, I have an issue with being forced to talk to people... idk wtf is wrong with my brain, but if I am under pressure and have to talk to strangers, or sometimes even people that I know, my brain refuses to function correctly....) so, instead of my brain working properly, and asking the dude "what specials do ya'll (yes, I say ya'll when ordering poultry...) have?" my brain decides to say, "umm, what different sizes of boxes of chicken do ya'll have?" well, as if this isn't bad enough, he starts reciting the "family boxes" that I am staring at on the sign... thank you, Captain Obvious... so, I am forced to talk to him again, "ummm, do ya'll have it to where it doesn't come with the sides and stuff??" he then tells me about the 11 piece that I was wanting, so I say "yeah, I want that one..." {silence} "the 11 piece" {silence} "spicy"... "and I also need 5 legs, mild.. and 6 biscuits" ( this was my stroke of brilliance.. everyone will eat the spicy chicken except for Bailey... who only eats legs... so I was going to get her 5 mild legs, so that I could enjoy my spicy chicken... which would have been perfect, except.... )
dude: "you want 5 extra legs?"
me: "yes, mild"
dude: {silence}... "and do you want the legs spicy or mild?"...( looking back, this should have been the red flag...)
me: "mild"
dude: "ok, that will be $20.37, pull around to the second window"
... might I add that he was laughing when I reached said window, I am forced to believe that I was the cause of this laughter... i pay him, and he asks me to pull up even though there was no one else in the parking lot, let alone the drive-thru... so I'm sitting in the car, calling Lisa to tell her of this embarrassing ordeal, when the lady brings me my chicken... right away, I did not smell spicy goodness, so i open the box (driving down the road) to pinch off a piece of crust... what is in my mouth right now??? NOT spicy chicken!! soo... I went through all of that for a box full of mild chicken AND an extra box of legs. so, I ended up with a bunch of non-spicy chicken legs... I would like to take this moment to say, "Popeye's, I fucking hate you"
now, I am hungry and dreading getting up in the morning because I am tired... so.. I really need to go to sleep.. goodbye for now...
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your vagina... :)
so.. I am having a stressed out day to begin with, and anyone who knows me, knows that I can NOT deal with stress... so my mother has the brilliant idea to send me to Popeye's to get chicken... aside from the stoopid mustang that decided it wanted to pass me on the bridge, the trip there was fine... then i pulled up... ok, let me start by saying that this was my first time ordering chicken. I have rode with people who have ordered chicken, but I myself have never drove up there and ordered my own chicken... before I get into the disastrous ordering episode, let me backtrack to before I left the house... ok, I like spicy chicken, it is yummy to my tummy. and seeing as how even their mild chicken is still kinda spicy, I figured that no one would have a problem with me getting spicy chicken.. o was I ever wrong... I don't know why I didn't just go and order spicy chicken without telling anyone, but as it was, before I left I asked was mixed ok... everyone was okay with that... then I said was spicy ok.. well, Bailey (who only eats chicken legs might I add) does not like spicy chicken... so, back to me in the parking lot.... Having never actually ordered the chicken myself, I couldn't remember how many pieces of chicken came in the box we always get. and they never have a sign or anything to let you know, all they have on the sign is the "family boxes" which come with sides and drinks, and that is not what I wanted... so, I pull up to the window.. (before I begin, I have an issue with being forced to talk to people... idk wtf is wrong with my brain, but if I am under pressure and have to talk to strangers, or sometimes even people that I know, my brain refuses to function correctly....) so, instead of my brain working properly, and asking the dude "what specials do ya'll (yes, I say ya'll when ordering poultry...) have?" my brain decides to say, "umm, what different sizes of boxes of chicken do ya'll have?" well, as if this isn't bad enough, he starts reciting the "family boxes" that I am staring at on the sign... thank you, Captain Obvious... so, I am forced to talk to him again, "ummm, do ya'll have it to where it doesn't come with the sides and stuff??" he then tells me about the 11 piece that I was wanting, so I say "yeah, I want that one..." {silence} "the 11 piece" {silence} "spicy"... "and I also need 5 legs, mild.. and 6 biscuits" ( this was my stroke of brilliance.. everyone will eat the spicy chicken except for Bailey... who only eats legs... so I was going to get her 5 mild legs, so that I could enjoy my spicy chicken... which would have been perfect, except.... )
dude: "you want 5 extra legs?"
me: "yes, mild"
dude: {silence}... "and do you want the legs spicy or mild?"...( looking back, this should have been the red flag...)
me: "mild"
dude: "ok, that will be $20.37, pull around to the second window"
... might I add that he was laughing when I reached said window, I am forced to believe that I was the cause of this laughter... i pay him, and he asks me to pull up even though there was no one else in the parking lot, let alone the drive-thru... so I'm sitting in the car, calling Lisa to tell her of this embarrassing ordeal, when the lady brings me my chicken... right away, I did not smell spicy goodness, so i open the box (driving down the road) to pinch off a piece of crust... what is in my mouth right now??? NOT spicy chicken!! soo... I went through all of that for a box full of mild chicken AND an extra box of legs. so, I ended up with a bunch of non-spicy chicken legs... I would like to take this moment to say, "Popeye's, I fucking hate you"
now, I am hungry and dreading getting up in the morning because I am tired... so.. I really need to go to sleep.. goodbye for now...
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your vagina... :)
Thursday, May 27, 2010
The Completely Pointless Blog
I have a headache... there must be something in the air because a lot of people have had headaches lately... I have nothing at all to say... I'm just laying in the bed, looking around... ooo I rearranged my book and movie shelves yesterday and cleaned out my closet, it took me about 5 hours to do it all but it's clean clean clean now!!! I even saved a spot on my movie shelf for the 'Newlyweds' dvd collection I have coming in the mail... sigh, one day they will get back together.. mark my words... It bothers me that nothing in my room is level. everything leans one way or another... and it also bothers me that my pictures on the walls are not even with the shelves underneath them... I've re-read the Harry Potter series again, I just started Deathly Hallows. I know I am gonna cry at the end.. like I always do. not only is it my fav HP book, I think it is my favorite book ever... Today has been Friday to me... I am thinking about doing a beauty related blog, maybe an 'ins and outs' even though no one is going to read it and take my advice lol.. it's my favorite type of blog to read, so I thought I would try it... Steven just came in here, singing as usual... it wouldn't be so bad if a) he knew the words to the songs he sings or b) he wouldn't make up his own songs... for example, when he came in he was singing "shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake your vagina, hey shake your vagina".... now he's singing "Strokin'".... sigh, what I have to put up with... lol.... and not only do I have a headache, my special ed wisdom tooth has decided it wants to go back into my flesh instead of coming all the way out... all of the others are all the way through like normal teeth, but oh no, the tard has to be difficult...o well, this is all for now... i shall see you on the other side...
.....Peace, Love, and Crabs on your vagina
.....Peace, Love, and Crabs on your vagina
Friday, May 21, 2010
Another Day, Another Blog...
once again, I have nothing interesting to say... I finished the seasons 1-3 of Bones, about to move onto seasons 5-6 of NCIS... stoopid Amazon sent one of my Newlyweds but it was the final season so that was a huge #fail... I haven't made much progress with the Deathly Hallows, I think I'm gonna read Angela's Ashes and The Last Song before I restart the Twilight series... Steven is on the phone with his grandma mocking my attempt at frying zucchini, I told him if he expects food tomorrow, the conversation better stop... but BONUS!! Lisa is coming this week! woo hoo! I am trying to plan exciting things for us to do, so far I have a trip to Twin Islands, Kisatchie (< was her idea...sigh...), and a trip to Alexandria (because I am in desperate need of a Bath and Body Works shopping spree and some Old Navy flip flops) :)........on a #TMI note, I have done nothing but pee this past week, nothing in my "diet" has changed so idk wtf is up... I am still working on my 'fav beauty products' blog so everyone (and by everyone, I mean Lisa) be prepared for epicness :-P ... when I finally get Mu painted I will post a pic of my pig collection, which I know people are just DYING to see...well, this pointless rambling has gone on long enough.. without further ado, here are some things I find funny... (some of them I have no clue what they are because I started saving them forever ago and am just now posting them...) goodbye for now.... Peace, Love, and Crabs on your vagina :)
Top 10 Common Faults in Human Thinking
Funny Conversation
Wikipedia Encyclopedia
Betcha Can't Stop Watching
Facts about the day you were born
Politics Explained
20 Best Cartoons
15 Modern bathtubs (i want the 2nd one)
Courtroom Quotations
Top 10 Common Faults in Human Thinking
Funny Conversation
Wikipedia Encyclopedia
Betcha Can't Stop Watching
Facts about the day you were born
Politics Explained
20 Best Cartoons
15 Modern bathtubs (i want the 2nd one)
Courtroom Quotations
Thou Shalt Not Steal
OK, I have had this blog for a while, I just never posted anything on it... I have many issues :-P, one of them being that I always think that certain things need to be "epic"... for example, if someone gives me a gift card for my birthday, I can't just go said store and buy whatever I want, I feel like I have to put much thought into whatever I buy since it was a gift... same thing with tweets, on my 100th, 200th, and so on, I feel like they have to be something important instead of the usual randomness I spit out... so of course, my blog would be the same. I don't plan on ever putting anything worth reading, but my first one couldn't just be some random randomness, I was waiting for something 'first blog' worthy... well, that being said, I got tired of waiting for some awesomeness to wander in my direction and said 'fuck it, I will just do what I normally do and just bitch :)'... so, without further ado, here is my first blog :)
One thing I cannot stand is stealing... and I don't mean actual thieves (while they do piss me off, stealing your cutting boards and shit, they are not to whom I am referring...) I mean the really petty, facebook and myspace thieves... haha, i know it sounds ridiculous, but whatever... there are the "survey answer stealers", who instead of erasing your answer, just leave it there as if they used their brain cells to actually think of it... there are the "status reposters", who steal your status or just something they heard somewhere and post it on theirs as if they thought of it, and will argue with you if you mention that you heard that same thing on Dr. Phil 3 weeks ago (plagiarism is bad, mmkay????)... then there are these people, the ones that made me even think of writing this blog in the first place, they are called the photo stealers!!!! and they are whores, who should be hung upside down from their toenails... OK maybe not something that bad, but anyways... what started this, I was on facebook and I saw where a certain someone had uploaded 'new pics' well, glancing at the pic it was obvious that it was mine because my living room was in the background...now, before I start bitching, I see nothing wrong with 'borrowing' pics from people's pages if they are a) of you.. b) of your kids.. now, this person has 'stolen' pics from me before and I didn't really get mad, I actually thought it was kinda funny cause I never even talk to her, and I just figured she really wanted the pic (these are not photos of me btw...) well, when I saw the pic today, I clicked on it just to look at her pics... when I got there, in this whole album, there were only 2 that were not stolen from me! so, I spend my time trying to get good pictures of the child, and as soon as I upload them, she adds them to her page to make it look like she has taken them! and this is not just tagging herself in them (which is a whole 'nother story!!! if i wanted you tagged in my photo I would have done it myself!) this is her saving them and then uploading them as if they were hers! and she is not the only one who has done it, there are other...relatives... who have taken a few pics, and I have not minded, but filling up a whole album is a different story! Don't get me wrong, I have 'borrowed' pics from people before (not people who were basically strangers, but i don't judge ;-P ) but I make sure I put, "stolen from Lisa" or whatever, I do not attempt to claim that the photo is my own (my precious..tee hee)...I know this sounds ridiculous and petty, but it really annoys me! buy a camera and leave my shit alone!.... hopefully my next post will be more cheerful :)
Peace, Love, and Crabs on Your Vagina....
One thing I cannot stand is stealing... and I don't mean actual thieves (while they do piss me off, stealing your cutting boards and shit, they are not to whom I am referring...) I mean the really petty, facebook and myspace thieves... haha, i know it sounds ridiculous, but whatever... there are the "survey answer stealers", who instead of erasing your answer, just leave it there as if they used their brain cells to actually think of it... there are the "status reposters", who steal your status or just something they heard somewhere and post it on theirs as if they thought of it, and will argue with you if you mention that you heard that same thing on Dr. Phil 3 weeks ago (plagiarism is bad, mmkay????)... then there are these people, the ones that made me even think of writing this blog in the first place, they are called the photo stealers!!!! and they are whores, who should be hung upside down from their toenails... OK maybe not something that bad, but anyways... what started this, I was on facebook and I saw where a certain someone had uploaded 'new pics' well, glancing at the pic it was obvious that it was mine because my living room was in the background...now, before I start bitching, I see nothing wrong with 'borrowing' pics from people's pages if they are a) of you.. b) of your kids.. now, this person has 'stolen' pics from me before and I didn't really get mad, I actually thought it was kinda funny cause I never even talk to her, and I just figured she really wanted the pic (these are not photos of me btw...) well, when I saw the pic today, I clicked on it just to look at her pics... when I got there, in this whole album, there were only 2 that were not stolen from me! so, I spend my time trying to get good pictures of the child, and as soon as I upload them, she adds them to her page to make it look like she has taken them! and this is not just tagging herself in them (which is a whole 'nother story!!! if i wanted you tagged in my photo I would have done it myself!) this is her saving them and then uploading them as if they were hers! and she is not the only one who has done it, there are other...relatives... who have taken a few pics, and I have not minded, but filling up a whole album is a different story! Don't get me wrong, I have 'borrowed' pics from people before (not people who were basically strangers, but i don't judge ;-P ) but I make sure I put, "stolen from Lisa" or whatever, I do not attempt to claim that the photo is my own (my precious..tee hee)...I know this sounds ridiculous and petty, but it really annoys me! buy a camera and leave my shit alone!.... hopefully my next post will be more cheerful :)
Peace, Love, and Crabs on Your Vagina....
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