
Found this today. Thought it was hilarious. Hope that y’all are doing well… just for good measure I’m including the music video. Enjoy!
Also, because I can’t seem to get enough of Lionel Richie… here are some more great videos of his…

Found this today. Thought it was hilarious. Hope that y’all are doing well… just for good measure I’m including the music video. Enjoy!
Also, because I can’t seem to get enough of Lionel Richie… here are some more great videos of his…
I liked this so much that I have to share it again with you this year.
Please watch this! I hope you laugh as much as I did! I love HIMYM…
P.S. Hope you like the “falling snow” … YAY for Christmastime!
Y’all… I love me some Madagascar. The movies crack me up. I especially love King Julien (voiced by Sacha Baron Cohen). So, today I’m sharing with you a cute version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Hope you enjoy it! Hope that y’all had a wonderful weekend! The holidays are fast approaching. I feel like I still have so much to do between now and Christmas and I’m afraid I won’t get it all done. But, alas, it will all work out in the end.
I am so grateful for my many groups I’m involved with, my wonderful family and friends and church family, my stitch-n-bitch ladies, by book club … all of it. No matter how busy I get I remind myself that I wouldn’t change a minute!
For my momma please…
Pretty much the worst Christmas song ever. Well, maybe Dominick the Donkey beats it out… but this Christmas Shoes song is totally sappy and stupid in my opinion. I know that some of you may enjoy this song. I’m sorry if you hate me for saying this but, it’s lame.
Don’t get me wrong. I totally understand the point and it’s a great story and all. But no. Not good. Christmas songs should be fun. We need to remember how excited we are for the birth of our Savior! We need to escape from the awful reality of things like this never ending economic recession.
Plus, I really don’t think ANY kid would actually know what size shoe their mom wore or would be out shopping on their own without an adult. Anyway, that’s just my two cents. LOL.
What is your LEAST favorite holiday song?
Here’s the Dominick the Donkey song in case some of you haven’t heard it…
P.S. I think my favorite part of that song is the end “Hey! Dominick! Buon Natale!” because my sister, Lauren, would always repeat that part really loud. SO FUNNY. That song is awful!
OMG. I’m dying of laughter.
I know, I know, I also suck at posting on a regular basis… but I HAVE to share this with y’all.
My sister posted on Facebook that she’s now following a dude on Twitter that reposts tweets from 50cent in the Queen’s English. So, of course I had to check it out. I suggest you do the same. You won’t be disappointed.
WARNING… this site (and my post below) contains foul language.
Here are some of my favs:
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50cent: Soulja and fab kicked it they cool now aint no more beef you cock suckers have a nice day lol
English50cent: Soulja and Fab have reconciled their differences, but have run out of meat. Warm regards to my homosexual followers. *laughs*
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50cent: Mother fuckers always think its a joke till a nigga dead and they crying like that was my homie
English50cent: It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. After that comes remorse.
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50cent: For the last time I’m telling you niaggs leave my nigga alone. hollow tips a make you spit more then a hot 16
English50cent: I’m serious. I will have you murdered.
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50cent: Shout out to JoellOrtiz I see u nigga. Steady grindin
English50cent: Hello JoellOrtiz. My eyes are in perfect working order. And something about pepper.
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50cent: Depression is a luxury I can’t afford so I see haters and just keep on working its cool I’m not here by accident shit
English50cent: I disavow mental illness. And the anthropic principle. Negative people spur me on. Faeces.
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50cent: So I saw jayZ backstage at the show so I say What’s up nigga we gone kill each other or what he like And fuck up the money I aint witIt lol
English50cent: I confronted Jay-Z about our recent acrimony. He backed down. (And something about whittling.)
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OMG.
I don’t know if you’ve seen it but I have a new favorite blog to add to my list!
Catalog Living is written by the pretty lady, Molly Erdman, who stars in the Sonic commercials. She’s hilarious. I love her sarcasm.
Seriously, you have to check it out!
Here are a few of my favs…

http://catalogliving.tumblr.com/post/780311963/we-are-family

http://catalogliving.tumblr.com/post/819457341/space-is-at-a-premium

http://catalogliving.tumblr.com/post/741070881/climate-control

http://catalogliving.tumblr.com/post/735181847/dont-test-me

http://catalogliving.tumblr.com/post/732563441/a-twist-of-something

http://catalogliving.tumblr.com/post/715473988/everything-in-its-place

http://catalogliving.tumblr.com/post/704969611/keep-track-of-your-belongings
Because it’s Friday… and because we all could use a little comic relief…
Seriously… one of my most favorite movies of all time. I know it’s lame… but this movie is so totally ME (well, almost). Okay, so I wasn’t uber rich and I didn’t grow up in Beverly Hills… but I did wear a lot of the same outfits as Cher “Isn’t my house classic? The columns date all the way back to 1972.”
That one sweater dress she has with the argyle print she wears with the white knee-high socks and the platform mary-janes? Yeah, I swear I had that EXACT same outfit in high school. It’s uncanny.
Poor early 90s people… we didn’t stand a chance. Fashion hit us with a 2X4 of preppy meets flannel and it wasn’t very good. I do believe that I not only wore too short plaid school girl pleated skirts with the half shirt but also owned a pair of Jnco jeans.
What exactly was I trying to accomplish? That I could fit in with all types? That’s probably it. I mean, I’ve always tried to have a wide diversity in my friends.
Here are some examples from the movie for your viewing pleasure…
…or to just make you laugh out loud!





What was it with those knee-high socks and that private school look? Ultra preppy for sure. Plus, I was saving myself for Luke Perry, too, Cher… “I feel like such a heifer. I had two bowls of Special K, 3 pieces of turkey bacon, a handful of popcorn, 5 peanut butter M&M’s and like 3 pieces of licorice.”
Even better… that “whatever” with the W done with your fingers, well, I used it all the time and one day my mom tried to imitate it and she had her whole hands up in the shape of a butterfly… needless to say we made fun of her for quite some time (sorry mom!).
I do kinda miss the preppy look. So many high schooler girls these days wear either WAY too revealing clothing that make them look like they’re for sale or they dress like they just rolled out of bed. As if! What are they thinking!?!
Although, I must admit that there are a few things that make me feel sad when I think about this movie…
1) Brittany Murphy is no longer with us.
2) I really wasn’t as clueless as they depicted young girls to be in the early 90s and I’m pretty sure most girls my age were actually really smart and not at all as depicted in the movie.
3) I always thought High School was so rough and that things would be so much better after we graduated… looking back I realize that things were so much easier back then and I should have just enjoyed it more instead of always worrying about the future.
4) Last, but not least, Smoking Popes were featured on the soundtrack and unfortunately sang a few songs that my ex and I considered “ours”.
But, overall the movie makes me smile, so that’s always good!
Okay, so thoughts? Do any of you have any fun stories from the 90s? Were you in High School? College? I don’t want to know if you were younger than me… that just makes me feel super old!
Because it’s Friday … and because this is my blog and I can do whatever I like (hee hee) … I’m posting this dance sequence scene from 500 Days of Summer. The song (You Make My Dreams) is by Hall & Oates and is something I’m sure just about everyone knows. It’s perfect here and this is one of my favorite parts of the movie! You’d think that a dance sequence would be out of place in this movie but it doesn’t feel that way at all. It just kinda flows naturally and you find yourself singing along. So, I hope you enjoy it and I hope you have a fantastic weekend!
(found whilst browsing the interwebs)

American Republican:
You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. So what?
American Democrat:
You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for being successful. You vote people into office who tax your cows, forcing you to sell one to raise money to pay the tax. The people you voted for then take the tax money and buy a cow and give it to your neighbor. You feel righteous. Barbra Streisand sings for you.
British Tory:
You have two cows. This doesn’t matter as you spend most of your time hunting foxes.
British Neoconservative:
You have two cows. 20 years ago your chief agricultural health/safety adviser warned you about Mad Cow disease. You fired him. Then publicly ridiculed him. Then placed reporting restrictions on anything that even sounded like Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy (not that much did).
British Old Labour:
You have two cows. You raise taxes on the rich to 70% so that every cow is guaranteed to get council housing and family benefits for each of their calves.
British New Labour:
You have two cows. You rationalize farm subsidies (cut them by 54%), slaughter every cow that fails your impossible to pass means test for Bovine Sanity, kill any sheep for good measure… blame it all on the Conservative government of 20 years ago and ban fox hunting. Then suggest that the public-private partnership will make all the milk.
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Pure Communism:
You have two cows. Your neighbors help take care of the cows. You all share the milk.
Applied Communism:
You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you with milk. You wait in line for hours to get it. It is expensive and sour.
Pure Democracy:
You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.
Representative Democracy:
You have two cows. Your neighbors elect someone to decide who gets the milk.
American Democracy:
You have two cows. The government takes them both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, and then pours the milk down the drain.
Singaporean Democracy:
You have two cows. The government fines you for keeping two unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.
French Democracy:
You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three.
British Democracy:
You have two cows. They are mad. The government shoots both, burns their corpses and charges you for the pleasure.
European Democracy:
You used to have two cows, but the EC has never agreed a definition of “cow” so you now have two Domesticated Mammals (Bovine) Female Production (Beef Products). Nowhere in the definition does it say “milk” so you are not allowed to sell milk, on pain of a huge fine. You can, however, get “Milk set-aside” for NOT milking them (even though you can’t milk them) and all the milk you milk (but don’t milk) can be poured away, so you get another subsidy for NOT adding to the European Milk Lake, and although you are free to export your cows to any other part of the European Economic Area, you need to prove your herd and every other herd for miles (sorry kilometers) around is and always has been free of BSE, swine vesicular disease and Plum Spot Mould but the moment you transport them into France a bunch of angry farmers sets fire to your truck. As the cows have been exported but not re-imported and since they have not been sold to any other EU Registered Business, you can continue to receive all the subsidies but there are 12 forms to complete each year. Then the area around your farm is re-designated Objective 2 (industrial) instead of Objective 5 (agricultural) so cows are no longer allowed but you can get a one-off payment in compensation provided you promise never to keep any more cows (which you aren’t) or milk them (which you don’t). Instead, you get a grant for a small factory which you don’t build, get another subsidy for employing 10 people then a cash grant to pay their redundancy when you sack them the next day and because you’re a new business there’s a free computer and a one-year course at the local tech. You choose Animal Husbandry because there’s a strong possibility that next year the EC will decide there aren’t enough cows in Europe so you’ll get another grant for changing your industrial land back into farming land and all the same subsidies for NOT producing milk or beef. At the same time you decide to apply for set-aside subsidies NOT to grow bananas (which you couldn’t even if you wanted to), lupins (because there’s a lupin glut) or grape seed (because the EC Equal Opportunities Commissioner is taking five years to decide whether the word “rape” is offensive to rape victims and thus the word cannot be used in any Common Agricultural Policy document, therefore grape seed doesn’t, officially, exist). You do, however, grow plums, but can’t sell them to the local jam factory because officially they are a vegetable not a fruit and there is no definition of “jam” which the Greeks will accept. Instead, you get paid to eat them yourself. However, you make the mistake of recording the crop in Pounds instead of Kilograms and the fine puts you out of business. So you shoot yourself, and the EC is happy that there is one less farmer to worry about.
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Capitalism:
You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd grows and the economy expands. You retire on the income.
Hong Kong Capitalism:
You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly-listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute an debt/equity swap with associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows. The milk rights of six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Islands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the rights to all seven cows’ milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Meanwhile, you kill the two cows because the Feng Shui is bad.
Dictatorship:
You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.
Totalitarianism:
You have two cows. The government takes both and denies they existed. Milk is banned.
Militarism:
You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.
Counter Culture:
Wow, dude, there’s like… these two cows, man. You got to have some of this milk.
Correctness:
You are associated with (the concept of “ownership” is an outdated symbol of your decadent, warmongering, intolerant past) two differently-aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of non-specified gender.
Socialism:
You have two cows. You keep one, but must give the other to your neighbor. You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.
Stalinism:
You have two cows. The government takes them both and shoots you for not meeting the quota.
British Imperialism:
You and your neighbor each have one cow. The Brits invade, give your cow to your neighbor, and your neighbor’s to you. You and your neighbor will not stop arguing over the cows, as each wants their own cow back but is unwilling to relinquish their new cow. The Brits decide all the arguing isn’t worth their time and leave the two of you to argue into eternity.
Anarchy:
You have two cows. Your neighbor wants those cows. The two of you hold each other at gunpoint, arguing over who is going to keep the cows. You shoot each other. The cows decide to go back to democracy.
Italian Fascism:
You have two cows, and the Government makes sure they are always milked on time. However, in a brilliant plan to fool the milk economy, the government pours 80% of the milk away, in order to place a surprise delivery of milk to neighboring countries. After your milk exports have failed due to astonishing lack of milk, the government is overthrown, but is supported by the German Milk Axis. Decades later, shamed by your attempts at milk imports, you will make snide and vicious “jokes” about Germany’s mass-milk exporting several decades ago.
Roman imperialism in about 400 AD:
You rule two cows. angry, hungry tourists appear at the edge of your farm. You, completely unarmed, steal some of their money and run like heck. They follow you, burn your fields, ransack your home, enslave your family, and steal your cows.
Feudalism:
You have two cows. The lord of the manor takes some of your milk.
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American Corporation:
You have two cows. You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one. You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses. Your stock goes up.
Japanese Corporation:
You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.
German Corporation:
You have two cows. You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour. Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.
French Corporation:
You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows. You go to lunch. Life is good.
British Corporation:
You have two cows. They are mad. They die. Pass the shepherd’s pie, please.
Italian Corporation:
You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are. While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman. You break for lunch. Life is good.
Russian Corporation:
You have two cows. You have some vodka. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.
Swiss Corporation:
You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.
Indian Corporation:
You have two cows. You worship both of them.
Chinese Corporation:
You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported on them.
Israeli Corporation:
There are these two Jewish cows, right? They open a milk factory, an ice cream store, and then sell the movie rights. They send their calves to Harvard to become doctors. So, who needs people?
“I wasn’t under the influence that financial aid was given out for only two semester”
Yes folks, this is an actual sentence from a student here at the University and of course I have to comment on this.
First, you can’t be under the influence of Financial Aid. You can easily not be aware of the rules but cannot be under the influence of them.
Second, two is more than one, therefore semester should be plural, semesters. This is something we learned in like 2nd grade.
Third, this was part of a much larger email that was incredibly condescending. It’s not cool to write a condescending note to an office when you’re at fault buddy, it really doesn’t make us want to help you. Rather, it makes us want to delete your email and claim that we’d never rec’d it.
However, because we’re awesome, we will respond to this student (and nicely I may add) overlooking the grammatical errors as best we can.
Okay, back to your regularly scheduled programming…