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Friday funnies: special cheese addition

30 Sep

I love this.

 

Smite them until there can be no more smiting.

~

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

 

Get one more.

~

 

Hope your weekend is liquid gooooooooooold!

 

Friday Funnies with bonus poll!

1 May

 pickles-blog

I’d just like you all to know that reading your blogs has never reminded me of something I might blow into a hankie.  Well, almost never.

Enjoy the weekend!

Oh, but first, answer this poll.

Friday Funnies

10 Apr

Because it’s been awhile.  And also because I have nothing to say.  And also because I feel kind of blah.  Or maybe it’s bleh.  Or bluuuuh.

pickles-shabby

I so totally do this.

And a little bonus funny (because of the subject matter).

pickles-snuggie

Ew.

Have a lovely Easter everyone!

Friday Funnies—more cowbell!

5 Dec

cowbell-advisory

My bumming around day didn’t go exactly as planned.  I ended up doing the dishes and some Christmas shopping.  My heart just wasn’t in it, I guess.  So I’m a loser who can’t follow through, after all.

My heart hasn’t been in a lot of things lately.  Perhaps I’ve got some kind of holiday bluesy thing going on.  I don’t know.  But last night I decided I needed to do something about it, so I turned to a tried and true prescription for happiness.  You all know what I’m talking about.

I started with this link that the incredibly thoughtful and awesome Julie gave me.  I cowbellified some Foo with 48% cowbell and 30% Walken.  I tried to post it here, but couldn’t figure out how to do the embedding thing.  Go check it out.  I’d recommend you amp up the Walken a bit.  Thirty percent was a tad on the light side.

Then I did a little youtube browsing, and found this little gem.

 

Then I made some flair for you.  I can be your cowbell hero, baby.  I can clank away the pain.

cowbell-flair 

I also got this e-mail this week:

 

Dear Bythelbs,

We’re writing to confirm your purchase of the following item from West Music Company, Inc.:

1 of Basic Beat 5.75″ Black Cowbell (available to ship by December 2,2008)

Yesssssss!  Chuck came through for me despite his reservations.  I decided if I was going to be a cowbell owner, I needed to know how to play it and play it right.  I found several instructional videos, but this was one of my favorites.

 

 

And finally, a merit badge Mr. T can get excited about.

 

cowbell-merit-badge

That was all very therapeutic.  I’m ready to face the day.  Even with all of my children home from school.  What’s up with these non-student days anyway?

Have a great weekend!  Any big plans?

Friday Funnies, my friends

14 Nov

pearls-blog-1

 

You know, I didn’t start this little blogging venture with the intention of making money.  Which is good.  Because I haven’t.  At all.  That’s not to say it hasn’t been a profitable experience.  I’ve become rich in friends, dear readers.  Rich.  In.  Friends.  Yeah, I’m talking about you, people.  So thank you.

Have an awesome weekend!

(Insert cheesy musical tribute here.)

Friday Funnies—all things Chuck

7 Nov

Mr. T has a new writing assignment for English class—a biography.  When I asked who he’s writing about, I can’t say that I was surprised to hear his answer:  Chuck Norris.  I’m not exactly sure what the criteria is for the subject of this writing assignment, but Mr. T feels confident that Chuck fits the bill.

He’s been walking around spouting Chuck “facts”.

Chuck Norris can kill two stones with one bird.

Chuck Norris can eat just one Lay’s potato chip.

Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.

When the Bogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.

And my personal favorite:

Chuck Norris doesn’t read books.  He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.

chuck-evolution

Last night Mr. T mentioned he had a mini-draft of his report due, which was basically just a page or two showing the information and facts he’s collected so far.  I said, “You’re not including these as the facts, right?”  He looked at me like I was crazy then proceeded to rattle off all kinds of interesting information about Mr. Norris.

Me:  Wow.  Maybe I should have you do a guest post on my blog.

Chuck (my Chuck):  You’ve never asked me to write a guest post.

Me:  Do you know anything about Chuck Norris?

 

Dropping Mr. T off at school this morning.

Me:  Bye, bud.  Have a good day.

Mr. T:  Because of his roundhouse kick, Chuck Norris has to have a license to carry a concealed weapon to legally wear pants in all 50 states.  Bye, Mom.  Love you.

 

chuck-cowbell

More CN facts

 

Friday Funnies: special music edition

3 Oct

What earworms do you have wiggling around in your head?  What’s been the most annoying one you’ve ever had?


Speaking of music, there’s this song that I’ve really liked lately that always just kind of makes me happy when I hear it.  I’ve never really paid attention to the lyrics, so I googled them and was surprised to find that they’re really kind of sad.  The song still somehow sounds hopeful and even somewhat cheery to me.

Into the Ocean by Blue October—What do you think?

I’m just a normal boy
That sank when I fell overboard
My ship would leave the country
But I’d rather swim ashore

Without a life vest I’d be stuck again
Wish I was much more masculine
Maybe then I could learn to swim
Like ‘fourteen miles away’

Now floating up and down
I spin, colliding into sound
Like whales beneath me diving down
I’m sinking to the bottom of my
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I’m cold as cold as cold can be
be

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion… yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now…come down
Let the rain come down

Where is the coastguard
I keep looking each direction
For a spotlight, give me something
I need something for protection
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
the jetsam sunk, I’m left behind
I’m treading for my life believe me
(How can I keep up this breathing)

Not knowing how to think
I scream aloud, begin to sink
My legs and arms are broken down
With envy for the solid ground
I’m reaching for the life within me
How can one man stop his ending
I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion… yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now…come down
Let the rain come down

Now waking to the sun
I calculate what I had done
Like jumping from the bow (yeah)
Just to prove I knew how (yeah)
It’s midnight’s late reminder of
The loss of her, the one I love
My will to quickly end it all
Set front row in my need to fall

Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
into the ocean…end it all

[Zayra]
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion (yeah)
Let the rain of what I feel right now…come down
Let the rain come down

Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
In to space
I thought of just your face

Are there any sad songs that cheer you up?  Hmm…I think I’m hearing a whispering of Sir EJ somewhere in the back of my mind.

It’s a major award! (and taking Friday funnies to the HNL)

26 Sep

Looky here!  Madhousewife in all her goodness and wisdom has bestowed upon me the most prestigious of honors.  Behold.

And all I had to do was write the mother of all mad libs!

For those of you who aren’t familiar with Ho. Nuva. Level. (HNL), please allow me to enlighten you.

Have a great weekend!

Friday Funnies and other nonsense

19 Sep

Are you rat or pig?


My spam filters still leave something to be desired, but the upside is I occasionally get one of these little gems.

“I never once act doubted encouraging annoyed kept your doing so.” Monte Cristo “And you religion shoed have confused doubtless brought all sent your papers wi

cushion “There space is sign only one thing which shirt grieves me,” observ “What papers?” “Yes.” employ “Ah, my M. Cavalcanti, below I trust fear rail you will not l

“Ah, debt language your promptly excellency, I am letter overwhelmed with deligh “What papers?”

What papers?!

“Happy stormy father, squeaky carelessly swum happy son!” said the count. slimy “The register of the birth sadly buzz stridden of Andrea Cavalcanti—o wind sprung rule “Really, sir, you must allow that this ornithic is most ext

need curtain “Let gaze us try what we can arch do, then,” said the notary “Happy brake father, knit thread upset happy son!” said the count.

Happy stormy father, upset happy son—I’m confused, are they happy or not? And who’s this count?

“I never once act doubted encouraging annoyed kept your doing so.” Monte Cristo “And you religion shoed have confused doubtless brought all sent your papers wi

The count of Monte Cristo? Again with the papers.

And my personal favorite:

The mind major horse pump passed his insect hand across his brow. “Ah, pe “Yes.” “Certainly I do.”

Certainly do what? Now I’m intrigued. I’d like to hear the rest of this story.

Friday Funnies and warm fuzzies

12 Sep

 

Who’s on your list?


A few months ago my brother recommended a documentary to me. I generally enjoy documentaries, but rarely get out to the theater or even rental places. I decided I needed to keep my eye out for this one, though.  It’s called Young @ Heart and it’s about a group of senior citizens who perform cover songs of more contemporary artists.  It looks like it comes out on DVD next week.

Here’s a clip from the movie that really got to me.

 

I can’t wait to see this movie.