Keep your eyes peeled for this truck. Seriously.
Fun with butter
Weirdness with origami
A $6000 sex doll
It isn’t mine, officer, I swear!
Someone please tell me just when California will fall into the ocean already?
This is so cool… Worst Case Scenarios
What to get the guy who has everything
Famous last words
GPS Doodling
The “Which Quiz are You” Quiz!
Sorry about the archives being down. For some reason, Blogger didn’t publish them. I scolded Blogger and sent it to its room.
I don’t want to say too much about it, but we’ve been over at the old house cleaning it up because someone’s going to look at it.
One of my damned cats keeps knocking glasses of water over on my desk, and they dribble all over my mousepad and keyboard drawer and wreak general havoc. Now the laminate is bubbling up and feels gross.
Do not go to LensCrafters to get new glasses. I went there a couple of months ago and am about to have to get my super duper expensive scratch resistant glare free left lens replace… again. And the kicker is that they charge $50 to replace it. My husband went to EyeMasters and also had to get his lens replaced, but they did it for free. Just FYI.
They finally turned on my Google Answers researcher account. Now I am sure to become rich beyond my wildest dreams. Ha! Ha!
I really can’t understand how Blogger can eat so many of my posts. I made a really long entry last night, told it to publish, and went to bed. Well guess what, it’s not there. Anyway, I guess the salient point was that I’ve added a search function to this blog because I read on a friend’s blog that she was looking for that weird random link that I posted a few days ago, but couldn’t find because it had archived.
And I also found out something that I wish I wouldn’t have. First look at this page. There’s this whole seamy group of fetishers who dig this stuff. And the beauty of the internet is that they can all find each other and talk about it! Whee!
For something cool, check out the Star Wars family tree, but be warned that it has spoilers in it.
All this time I thought the baby smelled like a pickle… until I noticed there was a plate on my desk that had tartar sauce on it.
Rules of Life:
1. Never give yourself a haircut after three margaritas.
2. You need only two tools. WD-40 and duct tape. If it doesn’t move and it should, use WD-40. If it moves and shouldn’t, use the tape.
3. The five most essential words for a healthy, vital relationship “I apologize” and “You are right.”
4. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
5. When you make a mistake, make amends immediately. It’s easier to eat crow while it’s still warm.
6. The only really good advice that your mother ever gave you was, “Go! You might meet somebody!”
7. If he/she says that you are too good for him/her–believe them.
8. Learn to pick your battles; ask yourself, ‘Will this matter one year from now? How about one month? One week? One day?’
9. Never pass up an opportunity to pee.
10. If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You have another chance!
11. Living well really is the best revenge. Being miserable because of a bad or former relationship just might mean that the other person was right about you.
12. Work is good, but it’s not that important.
13. And finally… Be really nice to your friends. You never know when you are going to need them to empty your bedpan
Oh waiter, there’s a face in my song
I had a strange dream last night that I was back in junior school, but at my current age and with a baby. They had driver’s ed classes in the morning, and we had this elaborate protocol to get keys for the car we were to drive. I went to the cabinet to get keys, but there were none there and I got yelled at. Since all the keys were gone, we didn’t have class that morning so they sent us to lunch, which was up the road at the high school. I was already driving (apparently illegally) and had my baby in the car with me. When I got to the high school, I couldn’t find any place to park. All the places I used to park when I was in high school were off limits now. My cell phone rang with a collect call from some girls who were befriending me because I had the baby. (In real life when we were in school they were utterly awful to me.) They told me they were there and waiting for me. I finally found a place to park and the girls came out to help me collect the baby, the stroller, the diaper bag, and the boppy so we could go in to lunch. Then it ended. Wonder what it meant.