Thursday, October 23, 2008

Salad Fingers, I Love You!


My eldest son gave me a Salad Fingers t-shirt for my birthday this year, and I almost peed myself I was so excited. I love Salad Fingers! My son was the one that actually introduced me to this quaint character on the Internet, and I was hooked after the first episode. If your not familiar with Salad Fingers, he's this nutzoid human like green creature with really long fingers. He likes to caress rusty spoons and kettles. (who doesn't?) He has some imaginary finger puppets whom he thinks are real, and has some very in depth conversations on some surreal plane. I especially like Hubert Cumberdale. Probably because it rolls off your tongue and amuses the hell out of me. Can't get enough of Salad Fingers? Well! I just happened to have embedded the first episode for your warped entertainment. Well, more for my own entertainment, but I'll share with you too. (I'm just nice like that) Now if you will excuse me, I need to go caress my rusty spoons.
Episode 1 of Salad Fingers called "Spoons"

Friday, October 17, 2008

The Gossip Chain

Stumble It!
I've never been one to gossip, i'm more of a secret keeper. You tell me something in confidence, it doesn't leave my mouth. Usually I end up forgetting about it, and no one is the wiser that you even had a secret. "My Herd" on the other hand. Boy howdie. Today was like watching fire run rampant through the streets of San Fransisco.
(If your unfamiliar with My Herd, you can read introductions all around, or go with the condensed version of I have alot of kids ranging in ages from 18 to 23 that consider me mom)
So, first phone call of the morning. "OMG!" (really put some emphasis on that part) "I have to tell you something, but it's a secret, and I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but!...(dramatic pause..lowering of voice) K's pregnant. BUT DON'T TELL ANYBODY!"
I couldn't of told anybody anything anyways, I could barely get my jaw off the floor. "she wants to tell you herself..okay I gotta go..bye!"
I wish that I could put in some soap opera music here, it would be so appropriate.
10 minutes later. "Memaw? Hi, it's K. (dramatic pause, dramatic pause, dramatic pause) Um, I wanted to tell you that your going to be a Grandma...."BUT DON'T TELL ANYBODY!" Maybe it was a good thing I was prepared, or I could of accidently swallowed the phone.
I, being the good secret keeper that I am, went outside to respond, since my youngest sons girlfriend was in the same room with me at the time. I quietly told her that I really couldn't say anything, because she was here, and didn't want to give anything away. Girlfriend with gossip radar comes outside, so I mention as much without trying to be obvious. "It's okay, I was going to tell her next." (Why is this such a secret then?) I mouth that K's pregnant, and WHAM! the cellphone is out, and I can see smoke coming off the thing she's dialing so fast.
3 of the Girl Herd are alerted immediately, with OMG! in every other breath.
My phone call is ended with the promise of her coming to visit tonight so she can personally tell Pappy, since you know, this is a secret.
10 minutes later. A phone call from one of my boys who now lives about 200 miles away from me. "DID YOU HEAR????"
(Girlfriend is STILL on her cell phone probably alerting long lost aquaintances in Mongolia)
At this point it is only 11:15am, and if there's one person on the planet that doesn't know by now, it's because they didn't answer their phone. (check your voicemail!)
I was planning on having left overs for dinner tonight, but now I'm going to have to prepare a
smorgasbord of food, because I know that everyone who DOESN'T KNOW THE SECRET will be here acting all casual like, waiting for the breaking news.
I haven't told my hubby. I'm not sure if I should, it being a secret and all, and her wanting to tell him in person.
On the other hand, I'd really rather he didn't choke on his beer tonight and fall off the chair either. He has a real case of the protective daddy in him with "his girls", and will probably spontaneously sprout several more gray hairs at the news.
Ah, gossip. If this is what makes the world go round, I'll make sure to keep my mouth shut at all times. yikes.
Tonight shall be very interesting.


Thursday, October 16, 2008

This One is for You Frank


My youngest son sent me this picture the other day on MySpace, and I almost cried. Frank! I didn't know that you had passed on to cheezburger heaven. (The original LOLcat) You were such an adorable kitten, you grew up, had a wonderful life, and now you are gone. But not without leaving the world a legacy. And for that, I thank you.
I Can Has Cheezburger? is one of my favorite sites on the internet. If your a die hard cat lover, you've probably been there as much as I have. Which I admit, is daily. The pictures along with misspelled captions (as if the kittehs themselves are talking) are absolutely brilliant. Plus, you can upload your own kitteh pictures and caption them, or use the bazzilions of ones they have online. I can spend hours there. Or at least a few minutes, considering I don't wait long enough for a lot of new pictures to be put up.
So with the new found news of Franks passing, I am going to put up a few pictures that I have found most amusing. At least so far!
Here's to you Frank, and all the other LOLcats.




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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Birthday Weekend


I had a really great weekend for my birthday (October 10th). If you've been following along from my Pinky Swears blog, you will know that I made the *shudder* pinky swear to get my nose pierced. I did it! I was so brave!
4 of "my" kids went with me to High Priestess Piercing, where I was treated like a princess while I chose my jewel, then ushered into a room that reminded me of a doctors office. James, the man who did the piercing was so nice and low key. Thank goodness, because I was shaking something terrible on the inside, and my palms were sweating. On the outside, I was cool as a cucumber so I didn't look like a big baby in front of the 4 people that have multiple piercings, and wish they had more. (My youngest son had 7 just on his face, but only kept one when he joined the job market.)
Traditionally I was told afterward, that the piercing artist has you take a deep cleansing breath before he jabs the needle into your flesh. This didn't happen. We were chatting away, and BOOM..needle in, piercing poked through, get up and have a look. yikes! At least warn me first! Yep, it stung, and my eye watered, but it wasn't that bad. will I do it again? ARE YOU KIDDING? Once was enough thanks.

We had a party that night with all the kids...a great dinner, an awesome cake the youngest made, and lots of booze.
I feel very fortunate to have such wonderful people who care so much about me.
Thanks guys, now I know why I feed you every weekend...*lol*

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Aren't You The Funny One

Last night I was perusing the internet when I came across a site full of trivia that I found entertaining. I was especially impressed with one tidbit, and thought I'd share it with my family.

Me: "Did you know that If you hook Jell-O up to an EEG, it registers movements almost identical to a human adult's brain waves?"
Husband: "I know that, you're living proof."

Always the comedian, aren't you?

Monday, October 6, 2008

The Powers That Be

I was taking my usual route on the freeway today to pick up the eldest son from work when I saw warning signs that there was a wreck up ahead.
When I came up to the top of the overpass, a small car was half in and half out of the median. On it's top. By the look of it, I would have to say it rolled more than once. My heart did a flip flop as I asked the Powers That Be to give comfort to loved ones, and let whoever was inside be all right. I saw on the news a few minutes ago that the driver didn't make it.
Someone's life changed today.
A lot of someones.
A husband, a wife, a sister, or children? A mom, a dad, a best friend?

My day continued on. I went to the bank, stopped at the grocery store, fixed some lunch and did some laundry.
A whole network of people that belonged to the driver of the car are sitting in shock right now, trying to cope with the fact that their loved one will never come home again. Perhaps in time they will go on with their routine.
Go to the bank, only to think of the money they had saved as a couple to go on that special vacation.

The grocery store to pick up a few items only to find that unconsciously you also put your loved ones favorite cookies in there.
Quit eating lunch, because the quiet time is too much to bear alone.
Afraid to wash the sheets, or your loved ones shirt because you don't want to forget the way they smelled.
Someone's life ended today.
A lot of someones.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Heart Strings and Puppies

The youngest has been texting all morning trying to convince me that a little puppy he has found at a work site needs a new home. With us.
Someone out there mentioned that this area is well known for people throwing out animals they don't want. Great.
I would like to stress (and heavily) that people who abandon pets should be shot. If you don't want your animal to have babies....then get them SPAYED/NEUTERED BEFORE they reproduce. Jesus Freaking Christ. I about have a stroke every time Spring and Fall gets here and there are 15 more kittens with no homes wandering around my neighborhood, starving. This is why I have the two female cats that I have that I didn't want. A stray sat that wasn't spayed. WHICH out of the kindness of my purse strings I took down to GET SPAYED after she gave birth on my front porch, so she wouldn't be a walking kitten factory. (she ultimately crossed the freeway two weeks later and was killed)
I don't know why people think these puppies and kittens can fend for themselves. Or maybe they just don't care. I hate all of you.
And now I have to deal with all the tears and sadness by having to be mean and say no, we can't have another animal.
I still feel like a big meanie. He wants this dog so bad. Unfortunately, I have to think about the three cats we all ready have. Mischief, my 14 year old NEUTERED male, would probably have a stroke himself if he saw a dog in the house. Which brought up my other points to my tender hearted son.
  • I do not believe in leaving dogs strictly outdoors. We have rain 9 months out of the year, and I don't think it's fair for any pet not to be around their "pack", or have to sit in a dog house because it's wet and nasty, and no one will come out to play. A dog cannot come in our house because Mischief freaks and sprays on anything that might smell like a dog.

  • He also works all day. I don't want to take care of a dog until he gets home.

  • He will be moving out on his own next summer. It's really really hard to find an apartment that will take a soon to be large dog.

  • I had to clean up 5 different cat barfs this morning (one of which I stepped in) and I'm not really in the mood to even think about the responsibility of raising another animal.
I have a feeling that in two more hours I'm going to see more tears when he walks through the door, and I'm going to feel even worse. I have valid points! I won't back down, but i'm still going to feel like the ultimate witch. I need a beer.