Sunday, October 31, 2010

More Weight Nonsense

While we're on the subject of weight this week, I have just GOT to get my 2 cents in about this article from Google that a friend of mine shared with me.

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jeDzLPZuA51JwxTzhbaNx5WUJz4g?docId=5315f53d4e884a5db82579bd808540a2
Judge: McDonald's must pay obese employee $17.5K

(AP) – 2 days ago
SAO PAULO (AP) — A Brazilian court ruled this week that McDonald's must pay a former franchise manager $17,500 because he gained 65 pounds while working there for a dozen years.
The 32-year-old man said he felt forced to sample the food each day to ensure quality standards remained high, because McDonald's hired "mystery clients" to randomly visit restaurants and report on the food, service and cleanliness.
The man also said the company offered free lunches to employees, adding to his caloric intake while on the job. His identity was not released.
The ruling was signed Tuesday by Judge Joao Ghisleni Filho in Porto Alegre.
Filho said McDonald's could appeal the case, and the Brazilian headquarters of the chain said in an e-mailed statement Thursday it was weighing its legal options.
McDonald's also noted that it offers healthier food choices.
"The chain offers a large variety of options and balanced menus to cater (to) the daily dietary needs of its employees," the company said in the statement.
McDonald's headquarters is in Oak Brook, Illinois.

WOW.  Just wow!  Let me make sure I've got this straight before I REALLY get into it...you ate McDonald's every day despite the fact that everyone and their mother knows how unhealthy McDonald's is for you...then used your management status and mystery shopper bullshit as an excuse to eat MORE than just the one meal a day they offer you...and now you're mad that you're fat?!?  So you sued them?!?!

Ok to start off, shame on that judge for not smacking that manager around and telling him to take some responsibility for his stupid actions.  And double shame and a crotch kick to the judge for actually giving this lazy fucker money for being a lazy fucker and a snort-snort-piggy-man to boot!

There are so many things about this that urk me I don't even know where to start.
For one, what ever happened to being responsible for our actions.  No one forced those thousands of cheeseburgers into your mouth!  If I choose to eat shit every day and turn into a giant turd, who's fault is that really?  The shit machines, or mine?

Mccy D's offers salads, bet ya he never got those as his free meals!  "But dressing is so fattening" so eat it without if you're that worried about your weight.  Personally, that thought makes me gag, but hey!  Some people do it!  And just because they OFFER a free meal doesn't mean that you have to take it!

The gross average annual income in Brazil (according to nationmaster.com) is $2,842.36.  Currently there is 1 Brazilian Real (Brazilian dollar) to 0.5865 USD.  While the article failed to mention if the man was paid out in USD or Brazilian Real, the man walked away from this with between $17,500 and $29,838...which is a substantial amount (between 6 and 10 years annual income which in the US would translate to a settlement of between $198,421 and some change and $330,703).  Now I don't know about you, but I would SO put on 65 lbs to get that kind of money!!!

What I want to know is, this weight gain occurred over the course of 12 years as manager...did at no point, he stop and think to himself...wow I'm chunkin up!  Maybe I should lay off the Big Mac's and Apple Pies!!  (Though...I can understand the pie temptation!!  Mmmmmm apple pie!)
I speak from experience when I say that it is physically impossible to gain 65 lbs and continue wearing the same size clothing...at some point in your  ballooning up, there is always a moment of "holy hell!  I can't believe I had to buy that size pants!"  What's my point?...if you're chunking up and ignoring the fact that it's happening...yeah not Mccy D's fault.

The potential backlash that this could cause also frustrates me.  #1 all this is going to do is add fuel to the fire of our law suit happy generations.  Never in history have people taken so little responsibility for their actions or been so quick to blame other's for things...and then to try to get monetary compensation for things that really...don't deserve it.
#2 and this is what bugs me most, is that I know families who are so poor that at times, that free meal during her shift may be the ONLY meal that the mom gets that day.  Feeding children comes 1st and sometimes that means adults to hungry but at least they know at work they can get something to eat.  The thought that this guy's frivolous  law suit could end that free meal deal and make good people go hungry infuriates me.

Then there is the entire fact that this guy blames "quality checking" the food for him getting fat!  Taking AAAAAAAAA nibble off AAAAAAAAA fry once a day is not going to pack on 65 pounderoos!

As a matter of fact...I think that McDonald's should counter sue him for theft, because he was obviously stealing their food under the guise of "sampling for quality control"!!
There has to be some sort of equation for this type of stupidity.

A + B/fat x (french fry to the 3rd power of filet o fish) x 12 years x 365 days / previous weight over height = you're too stupid to put the fry down and now you're a giant fatty and want to blame someone else.

Do I blame Doritos & Beer for my fat ass?  Well...sometimes.  But I've never tried to sue them!  I control my mouth.  Same thing goes for this guy.  I like to think I have acquired an ability to better regulate what I stick in my mouth *gigglesnort* and choose more wisely...apparently this guy just wants something for free.

MCDONALDS...Here is what you should do:

*When you hire a manager (or any employee for that matter), they must sign a waiver that states they understand that eating your food a decision made by themselves with no force from other employees or the company as a whole.

*Automatically give managers a $500/year bonus that can be used for either:
                                  1. A combo gym/weight watchers membership annually
                             or  2. A new wardrobe to fit their ever spreading ass annually

*Take this d-bag who wants something for nothing, counter file because you have bookoo lawyers and money and make an example out of him so that the children of future generations will know it is not freakin acceptable to shove 4000 calories a day into your gut and then blame the food for the results that follow.  It's about time corporate America stops taking one in the ass by settling suits they could win because they don't want the bad publicity.  Stand up for WHAT IS RIGHT...make this guy take responsibility for his own actions and teach the whole world that enough is enough with the finger pointing!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

The Night Before Hal'ween

I've been a Halloween Grump the last 2 years...08 I was pregnant and not doing well with it, and 09 I was pregnant and big as a house.  Neither year did I feel much like dressing up, having parties, walking around town in the cold, or being festive.  This year I have been having a great time with Halloween...so in honor of my new found fun in this holiday...

(Please note...I'm tired, I had a MASSIVE asthma attack while driving today that required me to pull over and call for help with my baby in the car with me...terrifying...so screw punctuation and capitals...judge away but I'm not putting that much effort into this!)

Twas the night before Hal'ween and in the dark house
our big fat ass cat was up chasing a mouse.

The candy was out in a bowl by the stair
and I had just bought colored spray for our hair

The husband was curled up all cozy in bed
while the ex was up flying her broom over head  (giggle-snort)



I was up writing for my awesome blog
and my Moose Man was jumping around like a frog  (he does that sometimes)

It was cold in the house, but thanks to my Flinky
I was enjoying warm apple pie drinky

The moon was so full  and the night sky so bright
Twas hard to imagine it was time for a fright



The baby was sleeping now so was the pup
As the night fell completely t'was only Me up

I checked all the locks and pulled the last blinds
and went to collecting my Halloween finds

Toys for the baby, bundles of candy
new shirts for the girls and for he who's so handy

Zombie attire and masks that are scary
and one little lion costume oh so hairy

A cowgirl, a bride, a monster all dirty
and one can-can girl dressed up all flirty



The house was now quiet but soon we would hear
ding dong and giggles like this time each year

Outside the goblins, witches and gouls
plotted and planned how to trick all the fools

Suddenly I heard a big bang on the roof
which certainly wasn't any reindeer hoof!

A peak out the window but nothing I saw
so with a shrug I decided to draw

Instantly the dog jumped up snarled and bristled
at the very same instant something quietly whistled



I turned on my heel and to my surprise
I found myself staring into bright green eyes

I took a step back and then took another
and before I thought, I exclaimed, "What the mother...?!?"

A gravely voice I heard come from the dark
and when it spoke there was a familiar snark

"Who are you," I asked, "and what do you want?"
"You know who I am, and of course...M'here to haunt!"

As it walked up to me and into the light
It looked just like me, now THAT was a fright!!



"I've come here to show you Halloweens past
so you can have fun and drop all the sass!"

A light pale blue hand reached out and touched mine
and right then I knew that all would be just fine

Flashes of images from my first year till now
Halloween costumes and past parties...oh wow!

In the past I had always had fun Hal'ween day
but lately I hadn't enjoyed it the same

As I turned to her to ask, why show me all this
In a puff of blue smoke she was gone, but left this...

An old pumpkin candy pale, homemade puppy suit
a Halloween card and a horn that went 'toot'



Halloween memories to bring back my cheer
I knew this would be my best Halloween year.


YAY!  Aren't I creative :)


If I don't make it over to say it tomorrow...


Happy Halloween to all my awesome readers & followers :)

Friday, October 29, 2010

Best Halloween Photos Ever!

My Moose hates all his Halloween costumes.  He has 3.  Don't ask.  One is old (purchased on clearance last year), one is new, one is mine from when I was a kid...ok I guess you could have asked since I just explained but whatever.  We had our Halloween party this past weekend and he SCREAMED when I put him in his lion costume...hated it.  I said screw it, put him in jeans and his leather biker jacket-costume voila!

So today I put it on him for pics...same thing.  The old one is too small for him, but the footies are cute, and well...the costume that was mine, resulted in some of my favorite photos EVER.  I had to share these few:





He cracks me up!  Gotta love those monster cheeks!!

Hopping on the Halloween train

OMG on some of the funny posts by Stark.Raving.Mad.Mommy and a few other's about ridiculous costumes...and I have to get in on this.


Honestly, not the biggest Halloween fan around.  I don't like October that much...it gets cold, it starts getting dark early, everything starts turning brown...I'm much more of a Spring/Summer girl myself.  But with 4 kids, there's no escaping the festivities.  So I embrace.


These are some of my favorite ridonkulous costumes this year:


Snookie.  STFU!  Snookie gets her own freakin costume?!?  She's just some trashy loud mouth bar whore!  I know TONS of those girls...they don't get their own costumes!  Besides, I can dig through my closet and find bad 80's dresses, I don't  need a costume for that!  I would also like to add that every time I see a photo like this, I want to smack that look off her face.  Do you really think it's cute?!?


Lady freakin gaga?  Sorry not a fan.  Mostly I posted this one because what is up with the burn victim legs?  Maybe I missed something.

Really?  Really????  The Shocker?!?  Yeah...bet he gets a date on Halloween night...NOT!

Dude.  You're a douche.  Who really wears something like this?  And on a side note...give this guy a pat on the back...he knows how to charm his own snake.  Guess he doesn't need a date.

BWAHAHAHAH!  This one was titled "Bad Planning BP"
Ok.  Admittedly, though in bad taste...I <3 this one.  I think we should ALL wear this one!

This guy...yeah, never getting laid again.  Gross.

#1 - Natives everywhere roll over in their mounds when anyone wears this costume.
#2  WTH with the heels?
#3 Eat a God damn cheeseburger!

I don't know about where you live, but my swat team ALWAYS dresses this way.  It's super effective for deflecting bullets.  Who needs Kevlar when slugs just bounce off your fake jugs?!

Oh goodie!  Now clowns are scary AND skeezy!  Awesome!!

Oh no, Honey!!  Didn't you see the other costumes!  You're so going to get made fun of for not dressing like a cheap whore!

Dear costume company.  Thanks for ruining one of my favorite childhood characters.  The Sprites are thrilled...but somehow I doubt riding Starlite in that outfit will be very comfy.  Can we say major saddle sores!!  Also, what invisible item are you holding down?  Just curious.


I get that Halloween is about dressing up, having fun, being something you're not...but I guess I'm getting old because to me these costumes are all about showing your slutty side or your stupidity and lack of taste.
Sad thing is, companies make a killing off these tiny pieces of fabric which means, someone out there is actually buying these things!!  Now, THAT'S the REALLY SCARY part of Halloween!!




Check it out...Saturday's post...The Night Before Christmas, re-written by yours truly, just for Halloween!  

Thursday, October 28, 2010

LMAO!!


I think this made me pee my pants a little bit.  Good thing I own Oxyclean!!

Domestic Schmuck Heads

So the time has finally come to help one of my dear ones get away from her psycho abusive squirmy pathetic INsignificant other.  *YAYYYYYY!*

Ya ever meet someone you dislike right off the bat?  Happens to me all the time.
Well this guy was one of those guys.  The creepo factor was high from the start, too old to be dating her...some history with his ex that just didn't add up...and a general chills down the spine feeling.

I have no tolerance for abuse.  My feelings about abusive relationships are as harsh as my feelings about the fatties post and everything else I talk about on here.  There is very little gray in my world.  That is not to say that women should be allowed to lose their minds and hit a guy knowing he won't hit her back...ladies-control yourselves.  But for me it's simple.  There is never an excuse for a man to beat a woman and there is never an excuse for a woman to stay with a man who beats her.  End of story.
Don't give me that "I stayed for my kids" crap...your kids seeing you get beat and thinking it's normal for husbands to treat wives that way is only breeding a new generation of abusers and abuse takers.  Your kids and you are better off in a battered women's shelter than you are being hit.

So this tool bag that I speak of is such a super awesome guy that he actually had to be hit with a taser by the cops to stop his last round of abuse.  Yeah, that's beyond a-hole of the year.  You're a real big man aren't you?  Beating up some chick younger and smaller than you.  Why don't you go get drunk and piss your pants.  Or meet some people at a bar and lie to them, acting like you own a condo in an upscale gated community.  Waste-oid.

The fact is that on average; 4 million women each year are beaten by a husband/boyfriend/fiance or what the cops call an "intimate" ... someone they live with.
Women are 8 times more likely to be abused by a live in partner than men are (which is good because if you're a guy and your old lady is beating you up, that makes me gigglesnort.  Grow a set.).

What scares the hell out of me, for my friend, is that between 1976 and 1996 31,260 women were killed by their live in partners and more than half of those cases had prior abuse.  If this guy had to be tased to get him off her?  That's a bad situation.
In 1994, when the US Dept of Justice did their big report on domestic violence, they stated that during that year 39% of all emergency hospital visits for violence related injuries were women and 84% of those were injuries sustained at the hands of their significant other.


So knowing all that, and knowing this has been an ongoing issue with this douche bag, I'm super stoked to be heading out to gather her and her belongings into my loving and protective arms and bring her to a safe place.

Again...3 cheers for her coming to her senses.
It's funny, this is the girl that's never wrong.  She always knows what's best, always has the perfect answer etc...and she cried and apologized to me on the phone the other day, saying she should have listened to me and gotten out sooner and that I was right about him.  Duh!  But hindsight is 20/20 and better late now than in a pine box way way too late.

A real man can handle his problems with his lady in a civilized manner.  The 'Rule of Thumb' does not apply here. (For those not familiar with that term...it is said that the term came from an old English law that allowed a man to beat his wife with a stick so long as it was no wider than his thumb...and no, I didn't just get that info from Boondock Saints II...look it up...it's fo-ree-ul, yo!)

Raising a hand to a girl?  Come the hell on!  Anyone who takes their lack of self control out on someone weaker than them is a pussy and a coward.  I always used to say I wanted to start up a company, get a bunch of women, train them in MMA, and then when some broad got beat up by her hubby...we'd send out a bunch of girls to kick his ass.  How's that feel?  The ultimate insult to a wife beater would have to be being beat up by a girl.

People who use fear to rule...be it an abusive husband, a mother who backhands her kids, or a bomber on a plane...are all the same.  Terrorists.  Spineless wimps.  Crybaby thugs.  Namby Pamby, yellow belly, lily liver, chicken shit, pansies (yes I DID use Thesaurus.com).  (and don't even get me started on child abusers)  They rule out of fear because they fear everything themselves.  They think that abuse  is the only way to control others.  You think you're tough cuz you can leave bruises?  You think you're a big man because your old lady is scared of you?   You think you you've got respect?  You ain't got shit except an ugly mug shot and a wrap sheet that will follow you for life.

The truck is fueled up and the trailer is hitched on.  The lights all work and I've got some new cd's burned featuring Miranda Lambert's "Gunpowder & Lead" and the Dixie Chix "Goodbye Earl", that's right!  I've done my stretches, spent time with my bag.  I have the local PD in my cell phone on speed dial, a big ass can of mace, some pointy toed nut-bustin' boots on and a trusty Bic that fits beautifully in my fist to give my right hook a little something extra if he thinks he's stepping up to THIS female.  I'll be happy to show him the receiving end of a beating.

Domestic violence is no joke.

If you or someone you know is being abused, do something about it.  Don't sit around, because if you ignore the problem then you might as well be hitting them yourself.

LOVE is not the back of a hand or a set of knuckles!
If he hits you, he doesn't love you.  He doesn't respect you.  He doesn't care about you.  And chances are, he has some serious psychological issues that he needs to get for.  Put on your big girl panties and start a new life.  You can start by calling one of these places:

National Domestic Violence Hotline
1-800-799-SAFE (7233)
TTY 1-800-787-3224
www.thehotline.org

Helpguide.org (they help find shelters)

Your local cops!

If you think you're being monitored online, be smart.  Get help.  If the abuse is real, don't be silenced!
*wink, wink*

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Mouth @ Marie Claire

It's no secret that America is the country with the biggest battle against the bulge going.  It's no secret that our society has pushed for people to believe that this:
is the only acceptable way to be built. We all have our opinions about stuff like that.  I mean, hell yeah I'd love to have abs like that but it's never going to happen.  I lack the motivation or desire to spend that kind of time at the gym.  I effin' HAAAAAAAAAATE working out, I hate being sore, I don't get a rush from it...I have better things to do with my time.  Quite frankly, if 1 hour a day at the gym takes 7 hours a week away from my family, I'm not interested.  My time with my kids and husband are worth way more to be than the size jeans I wear or the # I see on the scale (which I own but use to weigh boxes I'm shipping on eBay-not myself).  Not to mention, I have an amazing husband who; whenever I bash my weight, is quick to say "I married you the way you are and I love you that way.  I don't want some skinny bitch, if I did, I'd be with one."  Awww!  I <3 him!

I've done my time at the gym in the past, my weight has bounced up and down from under weight to 60 lbs over weight and ya know what...skinny didn't make me happy.
I've had my friends who's obsession with their weight made me feel bad about my own.  Guess what, I'm healthy and not all of them are even still with us...going to the gym obsessively or being anorexic won't save your life.
I've even had a couple dickwad boyfriends who made snark-ass comments about my weight.  Get this, I even dated one guy who, after almost 2 years of dating me...and at the time this happened I was a whoppin' 15 lbs over my 'ideal body weight'...told me ON MY BIRTHDAY (after announcing he hadn't gotten me a present) that he couldn't see himself staying with me 'long term' if I didn't lose more weight.  ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTASTIC!  Needless to say, that statement was met by me with a big giant why don't you go outside and play a game of hide and go fuck yourself.  Oh and if on the off hand chance you're reading this Mr. Heroin Chic Skeletore Ex...how'd that knockin up a stripper thing work out for ya?  Here's a big giant middle finger for ya, and stop IM'ing my computer randomly in the middle of the night...freakhog.

It's safe to say that my feelings about weight are well...everyone should mind their own damn business.  If you're skinny, good for you.  If you're "fat" and don't care and are comfortable in your skin and confident in who you are, then here's a giant high five and you totally rock!  I medically speaking, should lose some poundage...yup.  I've lost 8 lbs in the last 3 weeks.  Turns out that portion control is everything...portion control sucks my butt...but it works.  I'm not losing weight to look like a model or so I can be that mom that runs around in skirts to short or a bikini.  Diabetes and heart disease run in my family.  I want to be here to see my kids get married and have kids of their own...sooooooooooo reluctantly I am trying to shed a few to possibly prolong my life.  *sigh*

Now that you know my feelings, here's where it gets good.
Marie Claire, a magazine that once upon a time when I was a young teen, was extremely popular but, honestly I didn't even know was still in circulation...has a whole slew of bloggers writing for it, as do most of the mags now-a-days.  It would seem though, that Marie Claire, unlike other mags, doesn't care about its reputation or care to employ people with even a general sense of decency.

A blogger who rarely gets any comments on what she writes for Marie Claire struck some sensitive bones when she wrote this gem of a post a few days ago (don't worry if you don't have time to read the whole thing, I'll touch on the highlights for you):

Should "Fatties" Get a Room? (Even on TV?)

Where to even begin???  I know other bloggers are writing about this like mad today, but I'm hopping on the horse because as someone who's overweight and has been for probably the last 15 years, I'm pissed the hell off about this and damn it, I've got some shit to say!

Among other C U Next Tuesday-ish things, she states:
 I think I'd be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other ... because I'd be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I'd find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair.
WOW you are a grade A BITCH ON WHEELS, and coming from ME, that's BAAAAAAAAAAD!
I find it aesthetically displeasing to look at a super skinny bony person.  I'm sure the readers would LOVE to talk about what they think of you...aesthetically speaking.  Since we're being insensitive:  I love your photo on your blog, that head too big for the body thing-it's a great look, just screams anorexic. (Ouch!  How's it feel to be bashed?  Yeah, I don't mind sinking to your level if it means taking you down a notch or 2.)  PS.  You're foundation is too dark for your body, your face looks oily and shiny, your smile is crooked and what up with the stage make-up style blush?

Are you really comparing a "fat" person walking to a heroin addict borderline OD'ing?!?  REALLY!?  God I hope you don't get paid to write for Marie Claire, because if you do, they should fire your ass with EXTREME PREJUDICE!  Reading your pathetic attempt at writing something interesting is burning my eyes...how's that for aesthetics?
And obesity is costing our country far more in terms of all the related health problems we are paying for, by way of our insurance, than any other health problem, even cancer.
I pay for my insurance.  If I want to use it on my fat ass I will.  Unless you're paying for me, shut the fuck up.
 I have a few friends who could be called plump. I'm not some size-ist jerk.
And as of now, they're no longer your friends because friends don't talk shit about friends like that.  And YES you are a size-ist jerk, you just said watching fat people do "anything" grosses you out!  BTW, you're not a good enough writer or popular enough blogger to make up words so take your 'size-ist' and stick it up your bony ass.
 And I also know how tough it can be for truly heavy people to psych themselves up for the long process of slimming down.
 Unless you've been heavy and lost weight...you don't know SHIT.  I'm so sick of skinny people who've never been fat in their lives saying "I know how hard it is..." NO you don't.  You've never been where I am, you've never had to face this EXACT up hill challenge.  Furthermore, people like you are half the reason it's hard for people like us to psych up for the long process.  Why bother, if we fail you're just going to try to tell us  how to do it, even though you have NO experience losing weight, or talk shit about how we should have tried harder.
 I think obesity is something that most people have a ton of control over. It's something they can change, if only they put their minds to it.
You're uneducated and ignorant about weight loss and obesity.  You should stop talking now...but I doubt you will.
  I'm happy to give you some nutrition and fitness suggestions if you need them — but long story short, eat more fresh and unprocessed foods, read labels and avoid foods with any kind of processed sweetener in them whether it's cane sugar or high fructose corn syrup, increase the amount of fiber you're getting, get some kind of exercise for 30 minutes at least five times a week, and do everything you can to stand up more — even while using your computer — and walk more. I admit that there's plenty that makes slimming down tough, but YOU CAN DO IT! Trust me. It will take some time, but you'll also feel so good, physically and emotionally. A nutritionist or personal trainer will help — and if you can't afford one, visit your local YMCA for some advice.
Wait...do you think that people who are trying to lose weight don't already real labels, try to avoid fattening stuff, eat healthy foods...I mean isn't that like, Weight Loss 101? Oh so now we're fat, disgusting, AAAAAAAAND too stupid to know the basics.  Awesome.

My ass talks shit just fine, I'm good on fiber...but thanks for that insider tip!

Walking up the stairs is a 30 minute work out for some people, but I'm sure that's not enough for you.

Working out has never once in my life made me feel good physically.  Emotionally-I have no feelings about it.
Then again, I guess these characters are in Overeaters Anonymous. So ... points for trying?
BITCH. BITCH. BITCH.  "So...points for trying?"  Holy crap!  Snark is great and can make a person laugh but here you are preaching about how they should try but being in a support group isn't good enough for you? Damn dude!  I would looooooooooove to spend an hour picking you apart-see how fast you go home and cry into your pillow.
Then again, I tend to think most television shows are a kind of junk food for the mind and body. The boob tube gives us an excuse to turn off both our brains and our bodies and probably does a helluva lot to contribute to the obesity problem, over all. So ... I don't know.
Guess in your amazing non-tv watching world you've never heard of Discovery Channel, History Channel, National Geographic Channel...I can keep going if you don't get the fact that these are not just junk food.  Check them out if you're not too afraid that the TV will make you fat.  "So...I don't know" is a great way to establish some report with your writing and show your readers that you are informed about what you blog about.  :headdesk:
What do you guys think? Fat people making out on TV — are you cool with it? Do you think I'm being an insensitive jerk?
I think this that ever "fat" person in America should strip down to their skivvies and take a photo of themselves and mail it to :

Marie Claire Magazine
300 West 57th St., 34th Fl. New York, NY 10019-1497
Attn:  Super Bitch Blogger

so you can hork in the tiny little garbage can in your tiny little office cubical!  HEY!  Think of it this way, we'll all be helping you to maintain a healthy weight...just open our photos after you eat lunch!


*** Sigh ***


She writes at the top of her post that her editor asked her if she thinks people are uncomfortable seeing fat people make out on TV.  Nice.  Way to pass the buck on a blog post you KNEW would cause problems.  Why not grow a set and tell your editor that even implying this is a good thing to post about, or a question that's even appropriate to ask is douchetastic and a sign that they're not cut out for the job they do...rather than offending hundreds of thousands of people and having to eat crow in your lame ass attempt to justify your post and apologize.

As for your apology:

And for whatever it's worth, I feel just as uncomfortable when I see an anorexic person as I do when I see someone who is morbidly obese, because I assume people suffering from eating disorders on either end of the spectrum are doing damage to their bodies, and that they are unhappy. But perhaps I shouldn’t be so quick to judge based on superficial observations.
It's my body.  If I want to damage it, I will.  It's the only thing I own outright and I will treat it as I choose.
I am one of the happiest people you would ever meet.  I bitch about stuff on my blog because it's fun.  I wake up every morning to a handsome man, a beautiful family, an awesome house, and I get to work for myself and pretty much do whatever I want all day long.  My life literally couldn't get much better than it is!  You should not only not be so quit to judge based on any observation you make-as they're obviously skewed-but you should take a long hard look in the mirror and each thing that you see that you don't feel is 1000x absolutely perfect, you should write in a blog and post a photograph of it, so that those who you've hurt, can show you what it feels like to be on the other end.  "I'm Sorry" doesn't always cut it.


To that point (and on a more personal level), a few commenters and one of my friends mentioned that my extreme reaction might have grown out of my own body issues, my history as an anorexic, and my life-long obsession with being thin. As I mentioned in the ongoing dialogue we’ve been carrying on in the comments section, I think that's an accurate insight.
OH!  So the skinny bitch who admits she starved herself and has a life long obsession with being thin is grossed out by fat people.  BWAHAHAHAHAHA!  Shit!  If I'd read that before I got to this point in my blog, I would have been a lot meaner to you!  You have NO right to talk about anyone's weight.  Way to succumb to societies expectations of you!  At least I can hold my head high and say I've never once let society tell me who I should be.  *Shakes head in disbelief*  Go home and eat an extra large pizza.  Skip the gym for a week.  Put on 5 lbs, you could probably use it.


As for Marie Claire...

It's sad to see that Maura Kelly's post has not impacted you as a company in any way.  I had hoped that something worth while would come out of this train wreck of bad editing and worse taste...but aside from her pathetic attempt to smooth things over with your fatty readers, nothing.

See there's a difference between writing a blog like mine, for myself and my readers, for no real reason but for fun; and doing it for a company.  She represents your business and each of your employees, and does it quite poorly at that.  Every single person who works for you; from the CEO to the people running your print presses, should be embarrassed that Marie Claire supports someone writing this and worse yet-allowed it to be posted.  I hope there's some big mean fat bitch working somewhere in that office building who lays down a few good punches on Miss Maura's 'perfect' little face.

As for Maura:

In your 30's and never been in love before.  It's simple.  You have to love yourself before you can fall in love with someone else.  Good luck with that.

I'm not one to cram being politically correct down anyone's throat.  I believe in our 5th Amendment right to freedom of speech and I believe that also is the freedom to be a bitch with what we say sometimes but that post is nothing but an eating disorder pot calling a kettle of the same material black, a horrible business choice on the part of Marie Claire, and an example of horse shit editing.  Shame shame shame on you & your magazine.


And just in case you wondered, Maura...here's what "fat" and happy AND BEAUTIFUL THE WAY I AM looks like:

On my wedding day 2008 (size 18 in case you wondered)


With my baby boy 2010

With friends 2004

Screwing around at home 2002

One of my faves 2009

Wicked Wordless Wednesday

I suck at this Wordless Wednesday thing, I always seem to have something to say on Wednesdays...I have a big post about fatties coming up later.  NO, its not anti-fatties...trust me.

WICKED WORDLESS WEDNESDAY









Happy Halloween, Everyone!

Rockin the sleep talk

I got a whole awesome 2 or so hours of sleep Monday night.
Let me just state that I require a minimum of 5 hours to make sense, 6 to function semi effectively, 7 to make it through the day without brain farting at 2pm, and 12 to make me a really happy girl.
Yeah.
I reiterate;  I got TWO.

I held it together fairly well until about 7:30pm.  At this point I found myself staring at things and totally space truckin'.

This is when one of the awesome conversations my husband and I had occurred!

Him:  Hey, where are those papers?
Me:  What papers?
Him:  The ones from my work.
Me:  How should I know?
*I zone out even more at this point*
Him:  They were on your desk, what did you do with them?
Me:  I don't even know what I did with my face!
Him:  WHAT????
Me:  MY FACE, MY FACE!    (I <3 you Kayla!)
Him:  You are sooooooo weird.
Me:  I stopped listening, are you still talking?

Of course by this time I had found his papers.  Who says something like that?  THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Doot Doot Dora

So I'm never up at this ungodly hour unless my son has decided he can't sleep...and I'm a huge storm freak, storm chaser, natural disaster photographer...but this storm system coming through Chicago right now has my panties all tweeked in a bad way and I can't freakin sleep.  My house is 153 years old, it has seen more than its fair share of bad weather.  I have lived here for 4 1/2 years and NEVER have I heard this house make the noises it's made tonight.  Plus 1000 curses on the people in our town who decided that moving the tornado sirens OUT OF TOWN was a good idea.  Yeah...a big giant up yours from us moms who sleep a little less well during storm season!

So since I'm up and already drinking coffee at 5:50am, why the hell not blog between my pacing from one window to another pissed off that it's too dark to see outside...then coming back to the computer to check up on Reed Timmer's TornadoTV crew who happens to have 2 of their vehicles oh...a few towns away (rarely a good sign unless you're hoping to meet Aunty Em and the Lollipop Guild).  I do have to admit this blustery weather makes me want to bust into a round of "And the rain rain rain came down down down, in rushing rising riv'lets...and the river crept out of it's bed, and crept right into Piglet's!"  followed immediately by dancing around the house with this awesome grocery store find that my Moose just HAD to have...
while singing:  
"A Heffalump or Woozle is very confusel
The Heffalump or woosel is very sly - sly - sly - sly
They come in ones and twoosels
but if they so choosels
before your eyes you'll see them multiply - ply - ply - ply"
Good luck getting THAT one out of your head today!

So as promised on my Facebook page yesterday, I have been plotting and planning...ok more like it popped into my head yesterday, to blog about my irritation and observations of some of the kid's shows out there.

There are a handful of shows that I love.  Wizards of Waverly Place, The Penguins of Madagascar, and Phineas & Ferb are hands down my faves.  That being said, there are a few that make me want to start off by poking myself in the eye, then call the writers and ask what the hell they were smoking when they came up with their lame ass ideas, followed by finding them and poking them in the eye.  Just cuz.

I guess I will start with Max & Ruby.  Ruby & Max.  Max & Ruby.  Ruby & Max.  Max & Ruby.  Ruby and her little brother Max.  I mean for starters, could there be any less creative thought put into the theme song for this show.  Giant eye poke people!  GIANT!  I know it's a kid's show but come on.  Earn the money you got paid for creating the title sequence!  To top it off, you can actually go to the Max & Ruby website and download the song.  Because wouldn't that make an awesome ring tone!??!  And what the hell.  Where are their parents?  Ruby is young enough to be in Bunny Scouts or whatever the hell she calls it...and she has an adult leader for her group so she's obviously still a kid...albeit a bossy domineering kid.


Why hasn't grandma bunny or someone else called Dept of Child & Family Services on Max & Ruby's parent's yet?  They're obviously never around and the kids are home alone all the time.  Have their parents ever thought about the psychological damage that is being done to Ruby by having to care for her younger brother while she herself is still a child??  News flash Mr & Mrs Bunny...just because grandma lives right next door does not make it OK to leave kids home alone!  Then there's Max...isn't he just a gem.  That kid does everything and anything to upset his sister.  He plays with loud toys while she's on the phone, he intentionally disobeys her, he's just a little shit!

The hosting channel (Nick Jr.) says that the show "offers an empowering message for children by showing Max and Ruby playing together and resolving their differences in ways that are respectful and supportive."  That's funny.  From what I've seen, it should say..."the show offers older children a chance to learn how to be bossy and rude while attempting to control younger siblings while teaching young children how to ignore rules and show a lack of respect to your peers."

This takes me to Kai Lan.  A show that I thank God every day, my kids don't like.
Why?  One of the animals is always throwing a temper tantrum, acting like a baby or pouting.  Sorry boys and girls, I know that happens in real life too, but the last thing a mom of 4 needs is a show with cute animals acting that way to encourage kids to do the same.  Now, I realize they always resolve their problems, cuz...they got it, they got it they really really do, they got it, they got it, they know just what to do!  But trust you mean, watch enough Wonder Pets and tawking wike da duck betomes coo...watch enough whiny animals and risk having whiny kids...thanks but no thanks.  Maybe instead of making paper kites and playing with balloons Kai Lan and her friends should go to some self esteem conferences so they learn how to put on their big kid undies and deal with not always getting their way.



Last but not least on my rants for today is Yo Gabba Gabba.  What the fuck kind of acid trip inspired crack head show is this?!?  There is a fine line between creative and creepy and this show crossed the line somewhere in the dressing room, looooooooooong before ever hitting the stage.  I can deal with the evil fanged blue cat thing...and even the pink teletubby resembling pink flower head thing.  Hell, I can even deal with the other critter things.  But dude.  What the shiz is with the orange fuzzy hat, giant glasses and heroin chic skinny dude who's WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too excited to be there.  Kinda takes me back to the old days of Blue's Clues...ya know...before his way too excited human overdosed on illegal drugs.



Of all the weird shit that happens on this show, I think what disturbs me most is when they eat something and then sing "There's a party in my tummy...SO YUMMY SO YUMMY!"  It's not so much the little chant...trust me, you hear it in our house at least 12 times a day.

*Funny side story...when I was pregnant we started calling my little guy Moose, which turned into Mooskers.  One day, one of the kids walked by, rubbed my belly and said "You have a Mooskers in your tummy, so funny so funny" I laughed my ass off!  Looking back now, I'm glad she didn't say "so yummy so yummy" that might have been creepy.*

Anyway, it's not the chant, its the visual!  Kids have awesome imaginations.  What do you think some of them think that means?  Hmmmm...I'm going to eat this piece of *whatever the hell food*...and then once it's in my tummy, where my stomach acid will quickly eat it away to nothing, it's going to suddenly develop a face and sing along with me?!?  Yeah.  That's a great way to put kids in therapy!

OK so not all kids understand how digestion works, but still...hormendous amounts of creeponess.



There seems to be little to no sense behind some of these shows.  It's like we got so wrapped up in trying to be creative that we've gone off the deep end to straight up bizarre!  Don't get me started on Spongebob or what they've done to Cookie Monster.  I know there are millions of Spongebob fans out there, I'm uhm...not one of them.  There are no pineapples under the sea.

So today, I am thanking God that after we got to watch Handy Manny hit on the chick who runs the hardware store (yeah, you know they've got a thing goin!) our cable went out due to 55 mph winds and I shut off the TV.  YAY!  Cross your fingers that it's back on by Sons of Anarchy time or mommy might cry.

Monday, October 25, 2010

What I learned this weekend...

The Hubs and I went out Friday night for our anniversary dinner.  It's 2 anniversaries in one...3 years actually married and 17 years since the day we 1st started dating.

In honor of our love and years of togetherness...we got some really big killer steaks and then wandered around the town we grew up in for a while.
Then Saturday night we had our annual Halloween party.  Awesome time!

This is what I learned Friday night at the bars:
*  I'm not young anymore
*  Drunk people are REALLY loud
*  Paying $9 for a drink is stupid, at my house that same drink only costs me $1.50
*  My ex's are total tools.
*  The bars were full of sluts when I was young...some things never change.
*  Some of my ex friends are total tools.
*  Some women really are happy just slinging drinks their entire life.
*  I like music loud...but not there is no number of drinks that makes me suddenly like bad music loud.
*  Drunk people are really irritating
*  If you're that drunk chick hanging off people, with half open eyes, screaming and slurring  no matter how hot you were when you were when the night started...you're not anymore, now you're just disgusting.
*  The dead bars are the best.  Less idiots.
*  Mating rituals of bar regulars resemble mating rituals of the Frigatebird (see link below)
                some weird dancing, flexing of muscles, strutting, and loud noises.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5VMAlpaSQM
*  Getting older and more mature is a blessing not a curse...thank God I'm not a bar fly anymore!

Saturday night was a whole different animal.  Our annual party used to be mostly a family affair.  While it's still a fairly small gathering of local friends and family members...the last few years the kids have invited friends from school.  There are some super classy people out here that I absolutely love love love...and then there are some people that give new meaning to the term white trash.

I met one such defining personality this weekend.
When you're child chooses a friend in school, you hope to God that they make a good choice.  One of my kids has the sweetest sweetest sweetest girl as a best friend.  I adore the child, and her mother.  The little girl is well behaved, well mannered, extremely polite...and the mother is very respectful and kind.  Both are welcome here anytime.  The little girl was not with her mom this weekend, she was with her dad...who I'm pretty sure showed up at our house drunk and possibly on something.  I had never met this man in my life but he introduced himself with a hand shake while wobbling back and forth and speaking in slurred fashion that brought back memories of other awesome trash we have dealt with in the past.  We explained that parents were welcome to stay (especially if they don't know us...I know it's important to be comfortable with leaving your child at someone's home) or they could leave and come back later to get their kid.

This is about the time his girlfriend/wife...honestly I'm not even sure which she is...got out of the car and walked up.  Ya ever meet someone and the 1st time you look at them you can tell they're just not the kind of person you normally associate with?  Yeah.  It was one of those moments.  Then she opened her mouth.  She had grown up in the same area I had and when she started throwing out names I realized that while we had been friends with some of the same people, I had quit talking to most of those people when they served their 4th or 5th jail sentence...in most cases while still in high school.

As the night progressed it was interesting to watch the dynamic between the handful of people we did not normally hang out with, and my friends.  I cringed a few times at the thought that my actual FRIENDS might think I was friends with this couple too.  It was that bad.  She yapped on and on about needing a job and at one point, she literally NO JOKE offered to "do anything" (with a wink) if one of our male friends, who happens to run his own company, would give her a job.  Needless to say, once they had gone, those of us remaining had something to talk about.

Another couple came to the party, and not 2 minutes into being here, the adult male was receiving very upset phone calls from his ex wife who was not happy that he was over at our house (yeah...her and I don't get along so well...although she has no problem sending her kid over here to play with our kids every day so we can essentially babysit him).  Again, a situation where I barely knew the dad but the kids are friends.  His girlfriend was cool.  Nice, intelligent, good conversation, dressed very well and a hell of a lot prettier than his ex wife.  The kid's dad seemed very nice...but with a ton of people here and lots of other parents from this town...they sat on my couch and watched 2 Harry Potter movies and chatted only with people who came and sat down in that room.  Not exactly what I do at parties for fun, but to each his own.  I chalked it up to it being a small town and him being uncomfortable with his recent divorce situation and how dramatic it had been for a while.  As always, his kid was a delight to have over.

So here is what I learned on Saturday night:
*  It's ok to qualify to your good friends that someone attending the party by default is not really your friend
*  Just because one parent of a child is a decent person, does not make the other the same
*  There are people out there willing to do ANYTHING to get a job right now (though I think she would do anything to my friend just for kicks, job offer on the table or not)
*  My twin makes the best apple pie shots ever
*  My friends are very neat people, our house barely even needed to be swept after the party!  Thanks guys!
*  Sometimes you're better off NOT saying "Yeah I knew/know them"...if you have nothing in common, perhaps they won't stay
*  My couch is very comfy and Harry Potter rocks

I suppose it's comforting to know there are some things you can always count on remaining true:

*Drunks will be drunks and while the years may go by, drunks are always the same
*The things you thought were awesome as a young adult, mean less and less as your priorities mature
*Sluts will be sluts and there's not a damn thing you can do about it except laugh at them and thank your lucky stars that you're not in their platform see through plastic shoes
*You can reach out to people but that doesn't mean they'll reach back and that's so not your problem
*Your good friends know the difference between slumming friends and people you really don't know
*You can dress trash up in a fancy suit or designer jeans but a garbage bag is still a garbage bag even with glitter on it.

and last but not least:

*We may grow older, get hang overs easier...we may gain weight, start wearing mom jeans...we might pay mortgages instead of buying rounds at the bar...that girl that worked with you and was so young is still so young and you're still way older than her...but look around at your life.  I don't know about you, but if someone said I could go back 10 years and live it all over again, I'd say "Hell no!".  It really does get better with age.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Frickin' Friday!

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah buddy!  The weekend is almost here!

I would like to say that I have something insightful or funny or inspiring to say but I don't.

What I can say is this:  There are a handful of fun products on the 21st CDG Store page on here.  The direct order page is not up yet, but if you are interested in ordering, just shoot me an email and I can send you through paypal for now.

Check it out!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Formula 1, 2, 3

Baby formula has been around for a long long time.  I get it...boobs have been around longer.  I would bet that most moms plan to breast feed their children but sometimes things happen and that's not possible.  As a mom who was forced to formula feed (but incredibly glad that it went that way) it makes me want to throat punch someone when they get all hoity toity about their breast milk and have the nerve to imply or worse yet, SAY that the best parents breast feed.

Let me tell you a little story.

When I was pregnant with my Moose, I decided that breast feeding would be best.  I wanted him to have the benefits of all that breast milk has to offer as far as immunities and pretty much being the worlds perfect food for human consumption as far as fat content to nutritional value.  I read the Bradley Method book (Husband Coached Child Birth) and I'm not even going to get on that subject today...and then I read the book The Womanly Art of Breast Feeding.  I was all stoked and ready to go.  Well...I was ready to go, can't say that the idea of a baby hanging off my front side ever really STOKED me.

23 hours into my labor, Moose's heart rate began to drop significantly with each contraction.  Each time it dropped, it took longer for it to come back up to normal, then it stopped coming back up to normal.  My BP had gone up to 197/128 and the decision was made to do an emergency C-Section.  You natural birth nazis can say whatever you want, but my little guy was stuck due to a combination of 75th % head circumference...me having a smaller than normal pelvic opening...and him being at a really really jacked up angle.  If they had waited and allowed me to try to birth naturally, he would have died.  And I may have stroked out due to my increasing BP.  It was THE RIGHT decision hands down and I know that every time I look at my baby boy. (Just for the sake of not ruffling feathers...there is a difference between pro natural birth people and natural birth nazis...we will cover that another day.  I am pro natural birth, but when medical conditions arise that could be fatal to mother or child I'm all about doing a c-section).

When Moose was born, he had what they first told us was a cyst under his tongue.  I wish I had a photo of it, it was really something to see.  It wasn't small!  Picture this:


but blue, and in his mouth...and minus the frog.

 It was a HUGE blue bubble under his tongue that was so large that it forced his tongue to the top of his mouth.  He couldn't get a nipple (mine or bottle) in there at all.  They called for a specialist, and then he called for another specialist.  the following afternoon (almost 24 hours later) they drained the bubble...turned out it was a blocked salivary gland.  Yup, my baby boy was born with a giant blue spit bubble!  Sadly it came back, then was drained, then came back again...over the course of 2 months we battled this thing.
You will be happy to know that it hasn't affected his speech.  He is 10 months and has a vocabulary of 27 words and 5 phrases (which = a proud mama!), I'm sure it's because he has a huge brain inside that 75th% noggin of his!!

Anyway, the LC (lactation consultant) at the hospital was awesome.  She spent hours and hours and hours working with me and the Moose.  No go.  I went home and worked and worked and worked...no go.  The bubble just made it too hard for him to latch.  After 3 weeks of trying I gave up but I pumped for every single meal, every hour and a half, all day and all night long for 6 weeks...even through a few tear filled nights of me looking at my husband and exclaiming, "LOOK AT ME!  I'M LIKE A FUCKING COW AT A DAIRY FARM!  THIS SUCKS!!!  I HATE THIS!" (which always ended with us both laughing our asses off...).

When I was pumping, I had to supplement with formula.  Even though I pumped every hour and a half roughly, ate the stupid lactation cookies, drank a shit ton of milk, ate oat meal until I thought the site of any white haired old man in a black coat and cowboy hat would make me hork...I was never able to pump enough for his entire meal.  It started off as me producing ALMOST a full bottle for him...but by the 6th week, I was producing less than a third of each bottle.  Did you read that slowly enough to let it sink in?  I pumped...every hour and a half...for 20 minutes...to only get 1/3 of a bottle worth of  breast milk...and I did it for 6 weeks.  I'd like to know how many other women are stupid enough to do that.

At week 6, I got sick.  My medical history is also a story for another time, but suffice it to say...crossing military blockades in areas completely devastated by an epic hurricane only 48 hours earlier...not wearing a mask and tromping past bodies, rotted food and sea life, and around moldy giant rolls of paper...is not the healthiest decision one can make.  As a result, even 5+ years later, when I get sick I get SICK.  It was  bad enough that I needed heavy antibiotics, and I was told I would have to pump and dump for 10 days.  Pump and dump when I'm only getting 1/3 of a bottle each time...fuck that.  I was done.

If you're one of those people that wants to talk shit and say I should have tried harder...that wants to say that I should have dealt with being sick and kept pumping...to say that I shouldn't have given up on feeding...to say that you're a better mom than me because you provided breast milk to your child when I chose to switch to formula...email me and I'll be happy to give you my address so you can come say that to my face.

Some of the best moms I've ever known in my life (my mother included) formula fed for all sorts of reasons, both by choice or because of a set of circumstances out of their control.

Some of the worst moms I've ever known in my life have breast fed and been all wonderful 'it's a bonding experience' while their rack put out milk by the gallons only to neglect and beat their kids later in life.  I photographed a baby months ago whose mom insisted on breast feeding but even when he was 2 months old, her milk wasn't plentiful.  The baby looked like he was starving.  He was skin and bone and a color I have never seen a child before.  Her breastfeeding did NOT make her a better mother.  She was starving her child because she refused to supplement with formula.  That makes her a horrible mother.

Being a good parent is not some magical chemical that is housed in your tits.
Your boobs are not magic.  They will not end world hunger, they can not provoke world peace.  They can't stop genocide.  They can't keep douche bags like Michael Vick from abusing animals.  They won't make your child a better member of society or prettier or happier or Lord knows, more well fed.

Guess what.                             IT              IS              JUST            FOOD.

My baby is healthy.  He's gonna be a shorty because both his daddy and I are.  He's 50th% for weight, 50th% for height and 60th% for head circumference (yeah, his body's finally catching up to that big beautiful head).  Does this look like an unhealthy face:


I'm not against breast feeding, but how about those of you who can and do breast feed back the hell off and stop trying to make the rest of us feel bad.  


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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

A real life moment with my love

First off I want to tell you all that hot sauce on pumpkins, does work.  The squirrels have stopped eating them!! WOoho0!

Second, I had to share a conversation that I had with my husband today.  Remember, he's on day 7 of 13 that he has to be off work because of a medical issue stopping him from actually being physically able to do his work.

Him:  What's up with your hair and make up?
Me:  I'm testing it out for the Halloween party.
Him:  You're doing a dry run of your hair and make up for a party?
Me:  Yes
Him:  Are you being a hooker for Halloween?
Me:  WHAT?!?!.........................Yes.
Him:  Really? (please note:  he sounded excited when I said yes)
Me:  Well, I'm being a Can-Can Girl...
Him:  What the fuck is that?
Me:  You know, corset, skirt with lots of colored ruffles, fishnets, old school boots...
Him:  Is that a hooker?
Me:  Kinda, I guess.
Him:  Sweeeet!
Me:  They were big in France and then kind of a thing in the old west.
Him:  So you're being a French hooker?
Me:  Yeah, I guess.
Him:  Even better!
Me:  Ya know, like that movie...
Him:  What movie?
Me:  Ya know that movie...with the Can Can Girls...
Him:  Uhhhhhhhhhh...no.
Me:  The frickin...with that chick that was married to Tom Cruise...the crazy red head...
Him:  Uhhhhhhhhhh...no.
Me:  YEAH!  The frickin...shit...and she's sick and coughs up blood...
Him:  She was a diseased hooker?
Me:  HA!  Uhm...
Him:  Not good.
Me:  She had TB.
Him:  Sooooooooooo...she was diseased...and a hooker...she was a diseased hooker.  Hope she didn't spread her diseased hookerness around.
Me:  She sang.  Then died.  It was stupid.
Him:  This conversation is stupid.
Me:  You're stupid!
Him:  I need to go back to work.
Me:  Yup.
Him:  Wanna do something fun at nap time (wink wink)
Me:  You missed nap time
Him:  What!?  When?!
Me:  When he was napping!
Him:  Where was I?
Me:  In the garage.
Him:  You didn't come get me!
Me:  I was busy
Him:  Doing what?
Me:  Not you...
Him:  You suck.
Me:  Mmmhmmm...


Can you feel it?  The never ending, undying love!!

Wordless Wednesday

I'm all over this photo thing on Wednesdays but no worries, I'll blog blog later :)

My heart is in the country.  Things are simple, peaceful, patriotic, quiet, crime free and if you bring crime here God help you.  These are from my current documentary photography project:









Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Squirrel Project...Day 1

We have a problem...it's been a problem every year but this year I was hoping we could avoid it.  

We can't.  The stupid squirrels are eating our pumpkins!

I had an idea.


Yup.  It's what it looks like.


Bathe the bastards in hot sauce!


So far, all I've learned is that flies really like hot sauce!