Bubble Bobble is so cool.

Ah, Christmas

So today we set out to make Christmas cookies for a party and while wandering trader joes collecting delicious comfort food for my sick self, discovered $2.29 boxes of pfeffernuse. Immediately my husband and I were struck with a marvelous idea: we will buy these, pretend we made them and then sit around eating food, playing video games and watching movies. I am okay with this. What kind of schmuck am I to slave away in the kitchen when I can just buy $2.29 cookies pre-made. Ah, now I will go sit on my ass and relax.

Christmas IS great.

Excellent!

My dog loves me

That is why he lets me put terrible Christmas sweaters on him

CHRISTMAS!!!

I LOVE christmas soooooo much! Not that jesus business, the wonderful pop musical-materialistic-Christmas lights and trees sort of Christmas. That is my christmas. My house looks like it vomited Christmas crap all over and everywhere I go i am followed by the jingle bells and Bing Crosby sounds of my Christmas and I love Santa and cookies and getting nice and fat. I love making lots of presents and sending out cards. I love talking to my little preschoolers about Santa and dancing and singing to jingle bells with them. I love every Christmas song, even really old ones, those are best, even the new stupid ones, they still make me smile. I love all of the Christmas movies, even crappy ones Home Alone and a Shrek Christmas, I love those ones too. I love wearing holly pins and ornament earings and ugly sweaters. I love drinking egg nog and other holiday alcoholic beverages while singing full volume on the streets. I love buying lots more Christmas stuff every year despite the lack of storage space. I love seeing my friends and family on Christmas. I love Christmas parties. I love the warmth of houses and the fuzzy drunk happiness I feel at these parties. I love Christmas more than summer. I love Christmas better than all the holidays. I love that when I have children they will love how I always loved Christmas so much. I love how my mom loves Christmas so much and my happiest memories of Christmas are because of her. I love that my best friend loves Christmas so much and the Mariah Carey album like me. I love how my husband loves Christmas so much and how he thinks I am so cute and special because I light up so much around this time. I love that I might get on everyones nerve because I love Christmas so much and wish everyone can be as happy as me because of all this fun stuff. Yay for Christmas! It is here again and I am so happy and will have cristmas oozing out of my pours all month, get ready!

Things we all need to know

just in case you ever need to survive in the wild . . . er . . . a hotel room. because if you know me at all, you know that ironing bacon is probably number one on my list of things I must try in this lifetime. Not. Even. Kidding.

Christmas Time!

Yes I know that Christmas stuff has been up in the stores since just before Halloween, but my husband would have been annoyed if I had bought any of it before it was even November. However, now that we are in the 11th month, I am happy to announce that I own a large, fake tree. I have always wanted a fake tree because quite frankly, real ones don’t last long enough. I want the tree up the day after Thanksgiving and I refuse to take it down before the first weekend of January.
Some people will say that a fake tree is ridiculous. Really? Quantitatively, how much more ridiculous can you get than bringing a cut tree inside your house in the dead of winter to hang plastic sparkly things and useless little lights all over it? Does using a fake tree really add a whole lot of ridiculousness to the equation?
My husband likes to remind me that the whole tree thing is a pagan ritual to which I say “bring on the paganism!” Christmas has really become quite a mish-mash of traditions and I think that means we get to chose which ones hold meaning for us and which ones we can live without. That is why, this year, I will turn on my fake fire in my real fireplace, put on my Mariah Carey Christmas CD, plug in my pre-lighted plastic tree, and hang stuff all over it and I am going to revel in every ridiculous second of it.

Douche burger anyone?

I love FAIL blog. Really there is not much in life I enjoy more than judging others and laughing at their stupid, stupid, mistakes. This one is especially good.

The future of gaming...

Virtual... tickling?

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

You know what else is awesome, makes people happy, gives one a sense of purpose, cures cancer, and makes you rich? VOTING! Ok so maybe it does not cure cancer and make you rich but it will get you a free cup of coffee at any Starbucks today which is full of cancer fighting antioxidants and will save you a bit of money making out that much richer, so its not really that much of a stretch.
Anyway, quit reading this and go vote!

Remember when we thought this was awesome...

I remember waking up every Saturday morning and being SOO excited to watch this! If I didn't get to watch it (because of Saturday morning Garage Sailing with my Mom or something), I would HAVE TO tape it later. I was so into the show that afterward, I would often dress up like a Power Ranger (the Red Ranger because I had a red Chicago Bulls jacket at the time) and using sticks that I fashioned into Power Swords or Power Axes, fight the evil monsters (Trees, bushes, or Ant piles) that Rika sent at me. Sometimes I was even fortunate enough to get a friend or two from the neighborhood to play with me. I was still always the Red Ranger because of my Jacket, forcing them to be the Blue Ranger or Yellow Ranger (the Black Ranger was always reserved for our black friend Marshal, whether he was there or not... which resulted in someone always having to use a girl's voice). No one was ever the Green Ranger. He was waaay too cool to be. He always just helped us out at the last moment (in the form of a falling branch or big rock that smashed whatever it was that we were fighting). And how could we not be SUPER EXCITED to play such roles with such an AWESOME show like you see above. Hmm...

Irony

So Saturday night my husband and I got into a conversation/argument about what irony is. He explained it one way and then I gave examples of what I thought irony was. I explained something such as an intended outcome vs. reality in which he argued that that was an unfortunate event, not irony. Ironically enough on the wikipedia website my definition is often argued as to weather it IS irony based on older definitions. But my definition is accepted so I win! Well, we agreed that we both won really... So I have here some fun links so you can read about irony and ironic situations. Just for fun.

Wikipedia Irony

This is kind of amusing, apparently it is a guide on how white people can be ironic, seems a tad racy though for those with less of a sense of humor. Actually the whole blog site makes you giggle a little and mutter to yourself "oh my god."

For the love of two wheels

I love bike traffic.
The first time I was cut off while riding my bike, by another bike I was ecstatic. I love seeing people ride around in the early morning hours. I love the double bike lanes. And I really, really love it when I am leaving the farmers market and two ladies hover to get my lock-up spot.
Yes I love bike traffic.
But really my love of bike traffic is just my love of bikes and reveling in the fact that so many people around me also love bikes. Bikes are exceedingly useful. They are transportation, exercise, and recreation. They are great for socializing or for having alone time. They are good for the planet. They are fun and elegant and logical. They make great gifts and
Weapons?

Dr. Horribles Sing-Along Blog

Go to www.drhorrible.com
I love this! In fact i think I will listen to the soundtrack on my way to school.
If I could be a villain or a super hero I think I would be a hero gone bad. I could name a few but I think the people knowing the names of these established heroes are not likely to frequent my blog. I will make them up.
1. I would have ultra telekinetic power! I would be consumed by my passion of my power and it would ruin me and the WHOLE WORLD. But perhaps love would stop me in the nic of time.

I have more. But I have to go to school now. I will write again!

Dogs Peeing

I have found some pictures of dogs peeing in highly inappropriate manners in honor of T-town girl.

Life . . . Seriously

I am really happy I have been asked to contribute to this blog. I very strongly believe that being easily amused is pretty much the greatest gift God has given me. Sour people may sneer at you, and think themselves above you because of your ability to be delighted at the world around you, but in reality they are denying themselves opportunities for joy.
When faced with an upsetting and stressful situation I like to play a game I will call “what if this were a sit-com?” This game is easy to play and pretty much described by the title. I will give you an example form my own experience not even a week ago.

I rode my bike down to the farmers market with my dog Taj. On the way home, I usually walk my bike until we are a few blocks away from the farmers market. Why? Well me riding a fully loaded bike + spastic dog running next to me + a leash from his neck to my right hand + any type of distraction for the dog = me and my fresh vegetables laying on the pavement. Not cool. So we are walking, steering bike with one hand, holding leash with other, and Taj decided he has to poo. Cool. I like it when he chooses to do that outdoors. So we stop to let him poo and I lay my bike in the grass, put his leash around my ankle and start to pick up after him. Then I turn around to find my dog has lifted his leg and is PEEING ON MY BIKE! On the handlebars to be exact. My shinny electric-blue leather handlebar tape has steaming dog pee trickling down it. Now my initial reaction is



Yeah. Nothing. I have no freaking clue what to do. I just stand there letting him empty his bladder onto my bicycle. Then I scare the crap out of two teenagers skateboarding in the street by yelling “What the hell do you think you are doing!?!?!?!?” The dog then stops peeing, the stake boarders look around to see who I am yelling at and I am thinking about how my gloves are going to smell like pee forever when suddenly . . .
I imagine how I would be reacting if this were happening to somebody in a sit com. I mean seriously, just writing this down, makes me laugh. Reading it you are probably laughing. It’s hilarious! Life is hilarious all the time!
Life is unexpected and shocking and funny. That is not to say life is not significant and important, I think Oscar Wilde said it best when he said “Life is too important to be taken seriously.” So don’t take your life for granted, but please don’t take it seriously either.

How I Procrastinate on the Internet when I am supposed to be writing a paper.

1. Write useless blogs about procrastinating.
2. Search on Amazon.com movies that I would like to see.
3. Search "funny dogs" on you tube.
4. Go through my old e-mails
5. Look up information about 20th century US history on wikipedia.
6. Try to find cheap knee high socks for sale somewhere online.
7. Go to spark people and obsess about calories.
8. Look up recipes for breakfast quiche and chocolate souffle.
9. Compile silly pictures of pets for my husband and then send them to his work e-mail.
10. Look up weather averages for this time of year in y area.
11. Look up good outfit ideas for cold weather.
12. Update my Myspace.
13. Read other peoples blogs.
14. Research the history of the internet on wikipedia.
15. Look up old friends of Myspace and Google searching.

Welcome

I like silly things. I love laughing more than anything else. i wish I could laugh out of control all the time. Here are a few silly pictures that make me smile. I just always want to remember not to take life too seriously, don't you think?