Summer’s Eve WISHES They Had My Vinegar Collection

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Caolinn: (looking in the fridge) “Okay, why do we have five different kinds of mustard?  No house needs five different kinds of mustard.”

Me: (blank stare)

Caolinn: “What?”

Me: “I don’t know how it happened without me knowing about it, but you were clearly somehow adopted.”

Caolinn: “I can only dream.”

Friends…We Need To Talk…About Seagulls and Fancy Pussies

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And this is just from last week. If I showed you a month’s worth, you’d gouge our your own eyes.

 

Look, guys, I know that I’m not exactly running a vegan cooking blog, but can we PLEASE discuss the internet searches that are leading people here?  Seagulls, people who hate physics, basilisks, and a horrifying amount of requests for dicks?  And why do all the requests for female genitalia demand that they be “fancy”?  That hardly seems fair.  So, dicks are fine as long as they’re in HD, but the vaginas…those better be spruced up, goddamn it.  And how spruced up are we talking?  Like glitter and gems, or will a tiny chapeau do the trick?

I can only assume that the people requesting “pics of hell” were sent here to see this:

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And “memes de alf”?  France, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and assume that query came from Belgium.  De rein.

Now, if you’ll please excuse me…I have some Penis Day cards to send.  Thanks, Hallmark!

 

 

The Happiest Place On Earth Is Now Anywhere With Ibuprofen And Beer

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There is NO INTERPRETIVE DANCE allowed on Thunder Mountain Railroad.

There is NO INTERPRETIVE DANCE allowed on Thunder Mountain Railroad.

In case some of you thought I was dead somewhere (hoping, I daresay), I was merely on Spring Break with my family.  After fooling my kids into thinking they were going to Prescott, AZ with my mother, with the car packed, we revealed the truth…that we were taking them to Disneyland. As exciting as Prescott is, I’m sure you can imagine, they were thrilled at the change in plans.

Because I’m exhausted, have to work today (already!?), and everything hurts…I’ll just share a quick summary of Le Disney.

1. Nothing looks as smug as the faces of people passing you in the Fast Pass line.  Oh, yeah…well, I’ve got a pocket-full of California Screamin’ tickets set to ripen in a 10 minutes…then we’ll see who’s smug.

2. The Indiana Jones ride…has a posted height requirement…but should actually have a support bra requirement.  Seriously, it’s like Girls on Trampolines in there.  The happiest place on Earth?  The security office for that ride, watching the footage.

3. There’s a subtle line between making your children the center of your life, and teaching them that they’re the center of the known universe. Annnnd I saw that line crossed, on the daily.

4. I don’t care how many Mickey-shaped beignets you just ate…  Thou shall not joke about cocaine use at Disneyland.  Apparently, that joke doesn’t go over well in the Magic Kingdom.

5. I’m probably in the vacation photos of a million strangers, but only 4 of my own.  Yes, family from Indiana, that is me, and yes, that was my third churro…don’t fucking judge.

6. My daughter can spot a “famous Vine-r” from 50 paces away, but doesn’t know who Angie Harmon is, when she’s standing 10 feet away.  (She’s lovely by the way, and her daughters are insanely beautiful…shocker.)

7. On every ride this happened…

Cast member: “Have a great ride!”

Caolinn: “You, too!”

*facepalm*

8. You know those cameras, where they snap a picture of you, mid-ride?  After looking like a mental patient in 30 of them, this is what happens.

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Now, back to work.  Grumble, grumble.

Megan McMcerson…Internet Cautionary Tale

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Yup…this is how that date would go.

About a year ago, someone with a traditionally female name, who went to my high school, added me on Facebook.  We had 30 friends in common…I stupidly accepted.  They only had pictures of dogs, and never interacted with me in ANY way, so, frankly, I forgot they were in my friend list.  Then, out of nowhere, this person, who, as it turns out is a guy, starts posting come-ons on my Facebook wall, in front of God and everyone (read: my mother).  Obviously, this resulted in deletions and un-friending, but…that still didn’t get through to him, apparently.

Tracy: “Did you block that idiot?”

Me: “Yes, but first he tried to re-add me twice, and when I deleted them, the private messages start.  The first one repeats exactly what he wrote on my wall, and the second one says, ‘It’s okay if you have a boyfriend. we can still hang out’.”

Tracy: “What the fuck!?”

Me: “Right?  I’m going to take that bait?”

Tracy: (laughing) “I think you should..it’s good to make new friends.”

Me: “Oh, God…I can’t wait to have that conversation with Ryan.  ‘Hey, so, yeah, there’s this guy I went to high school, who I don’t remember, who has no social skills to speak of, who keeps asking me out, but he said it was cool if we just hung out, so…I’m gonna do that, ‘kay?’ Jesus, he’d dump me just so he wouldn’t be the boyfriend of a dead girl.”

Tracy: “Maybe he WANTS to be portrayed in a Lifetime Original Movie.”

Me: “No man wants to wind up on Lifetime.”

Tracy: “CSI?”

Me: “Stop selling this, please, either way, I wind up a skin suit.”

Tracy: “Hmmm…yeah…that.”

Damn It, WordPress…You’re Making Me More Insane Than I Already Was

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***Guys something weird happened with this post today, when I scheduled it to hit later in the day, and it didn’t allow comments, etc, so I’m re-posting.  Not that you WANTED to comment, but fuck if I know.***

 

Me: “Okay, what did we learn the three states of matter are?”

Class: “Solids, Liquids, and Gasses!”

Me: “Awesome! Now, which state is generally the coldest?”

Student: “Alaska!”

Me: *facepalm*

As Jimi Hendrix Once Sang…”Excuse Me While I Kick This Guy”

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(A loud smacking noise comes from the boys’ room.)

Me: “Boys…I am tired of telling you that violence doesn’t solve problems.  Do you need a seriously long timeout?”

Liam: “What if there was a guy…and his name was ‘Violence’, and his job was to fix other people’s lives, and then we could say, ‘Violence DOES solve problems!'”

Me: (death stare)

Xavier: “Dude…shut up…or the violence will just be beginning.”