Archive | September, 2011

Friday funnies: special cheese addition

30 Sep

I love this.

 

Smite them until there can be no more smiting.

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Mr. T has a knack for finding random gems on the interwebs.

 

Get one more.

~

 

Hope your weekend is liquid gooooooooooold!

 

Her name was Pamela with a T

29 Sep

I remembered late last night that I had a dentist appointment this morning, which meant I had less than 12 hours to pretend to be a regular flosser.  Obviously, that’s not near enough time.  Actually, six months isn’t near enough time for me to pretend to be a regular flosser, so it really didn’t make much difference.

I had a new hygienist today who wasn’t the slightest bit interested in my foil or my footwear.  Her name was one of those names where someone’s taken an actual name and then switched out the first consonant to make an entirely new and made up sounding name.  She had a little frame hanging on the wall with her hygienist “license” in it, which looked like a photocopy of an e-mail that had been cut out by one of the more motor-skills challenged kids in my six year old’s first grade class.

Man, I’m a little snarky today.  She was a perfectly lovely woman, I’m sure, but every time she would pause to switch out instruments for my teeth-cleaning, she seemed paralyzed with indecision.  Her hand would hover over her tray, dodging from side to side, and then just as it seemed she had finally made up her mind and selected the winning tool, she would drop it in favor of another.  That was not exactly confidence inspiring.  I have never had so many equipment changes in a single cleaning session in all my life.  I suppose it’s possible that my oral environment was in such a state of disarray as to completely stymie all of her previously employed plans of attack, but I don’t really think so.  I mean, come on, I do brush twice daily and floss at least semi-annually.

The rest of my appointment was pretty uneventful.  Even the music was unremarkable.  And now I have six more months to forget to pretend to floss on a regular basis.

A momentary diversion for your Wednesday afternoon

28 Sep

Anyone familiar with Julian Smith?

Goose and DynaGirl shared this with me last night.

It done been blessed!

 

This is one of Mr. T’s favorites:

Sorry, Dad … my white friends.

12 year old wishes

27 Sep

DynaGirl turns 12 on Sunday, and I’ve been bugging her to make a birthday list so I have some kind of clue what to do.  Here’s what she gave me yesterday:

THINGS I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY:

New Toothbrush
Prisma Colored Pencils
Mirrors – One to go over my dresser and then a full one
Laptop
Puppy
Makeup?
Skulduggery Pleasant Books
Money
Matched Books
Sweaters – cute ones
Mariachi Band costumes
Youtube Account
Bulletin Board
Analog Clock
Fruit Pops
+ Jamba Juice Popsicles
New Gym Shorts + Sweats
Friends
Happiness
Are you still reading this?
Love
BUTTS
World Peace
an Umpaloompa
a golden egg
meet Chuck Norris
Have you got ticked off yet?
Do you know what you’re gonna get me?
a bag of mice
some buttery socks
pre-ran-over-cats

*These are in no particular order

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Her birthday lists are always so helpful.

I kind of have a little thing for Mr. Grohl

26 Sep

On my way back from dropping the girls off at school this morning, I thought, “I should, like, blog today or something.”  I’ve been doing a lot of somethings lately–somethings being mostly nothings, which is still something in a sense–so I guess I’ll blog instead.  But what to blog, what to blog?  This morning I was also rocking out to my go-to “mom’s private chauffeur business” (which makes sucky tips, by the way) soundtrack, which has inspired me to introduce you to the Foo Fighters latest album, Wasting Light.

Wasting Light was actually released last April, but it is still in constant rotation in my car.  It’s got a whole different vibe from their last album, Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace—a little more raw, a little less polished, a little more rocker, I guess.  (Apparently, they recorded it in Dave’s garage, so it would almost have to be, right?)  But you still get the best of both Dave Grohl worlds–the gentler, more melodic Dave and the wild yet artful screamer Dave.

From the intro of the very first track, Bridge Burning, I was hooked.

 

My favorite track is I Should Have Known.  It starts a little slow and somber with some beautiful instrumentation even, but it slowly builds to a satisfyingly rocked-out end.  This is Dave Grohl doing what he does best.

 

You’ve probably heard Rope and Walk on the radio–both great songs.  (The Walk link is classic Foo Fighters music video production.)  Really, from beginning to end, there’s not a song I don’t enjoy.  Occasionally I have to skip White Limo when the kids are in the car because they don’t have the same appreciation for Mr. Grohl’s more intense persona, but it sometimes fits my mood perfectly and it’s Chuck’s favorite workout song from the album.

All in all, if you’re any kind of Foo Fighters fan, this album should do it for you.  If not, well, I don’t know what to tell you.

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Foo Fighters, Wasting Light

1. Bridge Burning
2. Rope
3. Dear Rosemary
4. White Limo
5. Arlandria
6. These Days
7. Back & Forth
8. A Matter of Time
9. Miss the Misery
10. I Should Have Known
11. Walk

Good ol’ HoJo

16 Sep

DynaGirl had a bad day at school.  So I showed her this.

She’s feeling much better now.

Sometimes I forget how funny my 6 year old is

13 Sep

FYI.

BigHugs: Boyfriends aren’t supposed to burp in girlfriends’ faces.

Sing it, sister.

~

Last year’s kindergarten separation anxiety.

BigHugs: I wish I could make two of myselves–one to go to school and one to follow you.

Yeah, uh, me too.  A-hem.

~

This one’s from last school year too.

BigHugs: I want to pretend to be a dog–like after school or when I have free days or during Christmas break.  But if you ever want to take me for a walk, could you take me inside so my clothes don’t get all ruined and I don’t get hurt?  When I have clothes on when I’m a dog, just pretend that I don’t have clothes on because people who put clothes on their dog are weird.

She really thought this thing through.