Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Random

Sorry I've been MIA for the past week, but I guarantee I'm working on something you'll love.  Meanwhile, here is some random shit I did this week.

Saw this sign at a gas station:


Ok, let's go over this together.  "Milk Gallons, $3.89 each, when you buy 2, one at regular price."  What??  I am just retarded or does this make NO SENSE whatsoever?  Not only that, but at the bottom it said "Limit 2."  Do you people understand why I'm usually not paying attention when you talk?  It's because I'm thinking about shit like this sign and trying to figure it out.  Seriously.

I had to make deviled eggs for a bridal shower because, let's face it, I make the worlds most amazing deviled eggs ever.  And I found not one, but TWO eggs that had twins.


This kinda freaks me out.  Usually I don't really think about the fact that when I'm eating eggs I'm actually devouring tiny, unformed chicken fetuses.  Something like this really brings it back to the forefront of my mind, you know?  Plus, never in my life have I seen chicken fetus twins and on this day there were two!!  Big Dinosaur was excited because he wants me to have twins someday (I'm pretty sure he thinks we get to choose how many babies we have at a time...) and he says it's an omen.  I just think it's strange.

Also, I got two new FISHES!!!

Spotty
Dotty
I know I'm not very creative with their names.  It's not like you can "wait and see what their personality is like."  If that were the case they would all be named Hungry and Swimmy.  Spotty looks depressed in his picture, but don't worry, he's not.  He just had some gas.

Welp, that's about all you missed.  Oh, except me and my two besties hung out at the casa and got shitcanned got hammered had a few drinks.  Then we decided to play with the new camera effects on my iPhone.  I'll leave you with those results.  See you soon!


Morgan on the left, Angel in the back, and CatZilla herself on the right.

This is the look of, "Over it."
Note~ I have another one of just Angel and Morgan in a drunken loving embrace where they are falling over.  I have left it off because they asked me to and I'm a nice person.  Don't piss me off bitches, or that shit is getting posted!  Love you!  Mean it!

Monday, January 31, 2011

Randomness

Hi people.  Ok, just so you know, I'm working on a really fantastic inspirational special post which should be ready to go for tomorrow evening, but in the mean time I just wanted to share some completely unrelated thoughts for the day.

First and foremost I would like to officially blame this crazy winter weather (which will formally be known as "The Great Freeze of 2011") on the arrival of the Packers and the Steelers in Dallas today for the upcoming Super Bowl.  The high tomorrow is to be 15 degrees with a wind chill of 0.  (Zero, y'all!) Also we will be having freezing rain and snow. (SNOW, y'all!!)

Now, I know some of you reading this are used to this kind of weather, (I'm looking at you Susan) but we here in The Great State of Texas are NOT.  We can't handle it, we're not prepared for it and quite frankly we just don't like it! I don't even own a coat thick enough to endure this shit.  Packers, Steelers...hurry up and go home and take your weather with you.  K thanks.
I miss our beatuiful Summer Sunsets!

Second, I received a call the other day at work from a woman whose mother was a patient in our office.  She asked me to have the doctor tell her mother that she is not allowed to eat chips and queso.  Ok, that in itself is a little strange, but by far not the strangest request I have seen.

So I pull up the patient's chart and find out that the lady is 98 years old. Ninety Eight.  Ok, fuck that!  As most of you know, I have a great love for all things cheesy, chips and queso ranking about numero uno on that list. 

You can bet your sweet ass that if I make it to 98, I'll be eating chips and queso for every damn meal if I want to, as well as drinking Maker's Mark directly out of the bottle every day, and there is nothing you or my hypothetical daughter can say about it.  Got it?!

I mean, queso wasn't even INVENTED when this lady was born!!  Let her enjoy it, damnit!!  Am I wrong?? 

That is all.  Carry on.