Friday, October 30, 2009

The Ballet. Not So Much.

So. We went to the ballet, the writer's group did. Dracula.

First, we knew we were in trouble when we go to the nosebleed balcony and friend Heather, who has vertigo issues at all times, nearly passed out. Second, the men weren't wearing tights (that was actually a plus, though, from where we sat? It wouldn't have mattered - everything was tiny). Third, the curtain went up and I said to myself, "Holy crap. This is a ballet. There are no words."

Yeah. That. And more.

The first act was awful. I haven't been to a ballet in more than 20 years and tonight I remembered why. Besides the whole telling a story without words thing (yes, I'm a Neanderthal), the first act was boring. Same thing over and over. And over. Just bad.

There were three acts. The first was 30 minutes, with a 20 minute intermission. I have no idea how long the second act was. Heather was either going to puke or pass out, and she was my ride, so we left.

We went to the Gypsy Coffee House instead. Their Americanos are to DIE for. As is their live entertainment weekend nights. We were lucky enough to see the Queens of Chaos again! Check 'em out. I really want to take classes now! I wanna wear those cool clothes. And the dancing is far more interesting than ballet. Oh! And no more delightful way to thoroughly embarrass your teenage children.


Tulsa Belly Dance Promotional

Ms KittieSparkle | MySpace Video


So that's how my weekend rolls. The kids'll be handing out candy while I work. Hope you all have a great weekend!

Until I write again ...

Flea

Monster Mash

We don't celebrate Halloween here at Casa de Pulga, but I wanted to share this with all y'all. It made me laugh. Laughter is good for you. Right?


Try JibJab Sendables® eCards today!

A friend got tickets to Dracula, the Ballet and I'm going tonight. Doesn't that sound like fun?

Have a great weekend, all, and be safe!

Until I write again ...

Flea

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Heh

funny pictures of cats with captions
see more Lolcats and funny pictures


Now that's what I'm talkin' about.

Until I write again ...

Flea

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Send Out Cards

An old friend and I were conversing last night on FaceCrack, my new social addiction. I can keep up with everyone I know NOW!!!

Anyway. My friend, John, back in Orlando, was telling me about his new business, so I halfheartedly agreed to check it out. You know, that's what we do. Right?

I was surprised by what I found. I love sending letters and cards for real, but in this age of internets, I never buy stamps or get to the store anymore. This guy, with Send Out Cards, will let you choose a card, write a message, then he stuffs it in a real envelope, puts a real stamp on it and mails it!

So I set up an account. There's a cute little bald man on the screen that walked me through the process. It totally ROCKS!!!! I mean, you could totally do all your holiday cards this way! How awesome is that? I already have my Christmas cards ready to go (long story - don't ask), but I'm thinking next year it's a GO!!!

Promise a Smile dot com. I like it. I'll use it again. And I'll let you know when my friend receives her card, what she thinks of the quality. And content. Because I wrote her a long message. I could even have made my handwriting into a font! This is so cool.

Okay - here's the bottom line: I just sent a free card, but the actual cost, had I paid for it (and I WILL be a return customer) would have been 44 cents. With the stamp, I think. And there are hundreds of cards to choose from! Oh! Oh! Oh! And they'll let you put photos in the card! And send a gift with a card!

*sigh* Is it possible to be in love with a card company? I think so.

Until I write again ...

Flea

P.S. Honest to Pete - I get nothing from this. John's a good friend from "back home" and I had no idea what I was stepping into with this. I really am this excited about the cards. :)

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

*SNIFF*

This may never grow old. Or I could run out of places to hide my little friend. Which is likely, quite soon. Or I may wake, one day, to a wee bitty clown with a cracked skull. Because SOMEONE decided this was fun:


I came home from work to this sight. I cried. All the teeny clown's friends looking on, unable to move the heavy rock trapping his head. Oh, the humanity!

Until I write again ...

Flea

Monday, October 26, 2009

Clowns Need to Stay Warm, Too

Friday I sent my wee clown to work with my Hunny. 'Course, I didn't tell him I was sending the cutie with him. What fun is that? Wanna see where I hid it? Lookit!


We had a little cold snap on Friday, so I thought the jacket pocket would be perfect! Doesn't it seem the logical place for a wee clown to keep its toesies warm? I thought so.


So Friday afternoon I get a call from my Hunny, who's on his way home from work. The first words out of his mouth are, "It tried to gnaw my fingers off! DO YOU HEAR ME? IT TRIED TO GNAW MY FINGERS OFF!!! I flung it across the truck! It tried climbing up my arm to gnaw off my face!!!"

Um. Um. I don't think so. It's just a little baby clown. As cute as can be. Docile. Happy. It only wants to make other people happy, including my Hunny. I think maybe he's losing it. Poor Hunny.

Hmm. I wonder where I'll hide little clown next?

Until I write again ...

Flea

Funny Bone Monday

Welcome to Funny Bone Monday! Where the jokes are used and the blogger is sound asleep!

Today's Funny Bone was a suggestion by one of my favoriter (what? it's a word!) patients. I can't have a favorite child, but I can have favorite patients. Can too! Yuh huh! No, you shut up!

Ahem. So the patient suggested giraffes, since her power animal is the giraffe. I have no idea what that means, but I'm supposed to look it up. I'm also supposed to look up riding giraffes, as that's her new life goal. If I weren't terrified of heights, that would be a pretty cool goal.

Enjoy!

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A polar bear, a giraffe and a penguin walk into a bar. The bartender says, "What is this, some kind of joke?"

This one's a classic:

1. How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?

Stop and think about it and decide on your answer before you scroll down.

The correct answer is: Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe and close the door.

This question tests whether you tend to do simple things in an overly complicated way.

2 How do you put an elephant into a refrigerator?

Did you say, open the refrigerator, put in the elephant and close the refrigerator?

Wrong answer.

Correct answer: open the refrigerator, take out the giraffe, put in the elephant and close the door.

This tests your ability to think through the repercussions of your previous actions.


3. The Lion King is hosting an animal conference. All the animals
attend, except one. Which animal does not attend?


Correct answer: the Elephant. The elephant is in the refrigerator. You just put him in there.

This tests your memory.

Okay, even if you did not answer the first three questions correctly, you still have one more chance.

4. There is a river you must cross but it is used by crocodiles, and
you do not have a boat. How do you manage it?

Correct answer: you jump into the river and swim across. Have you not been listening? All the crocodiles are attending the animal meeting.

This tests whether you learn quickly from your mistakes.

According to Anderson Consulting Worldwide, around 90% of the
professionals they tested got all the questions wrong, but many preschoolers got several correct answers.

Anderson Consulting says this conclusively disproves the theory that most professionals have the brain of a four-year-old.

Found at a real estate blog

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Okayyyyy ...

A quote from Newt Gingrich:

"If combat means living in a ditch, females have biological problems staying in a ditch for thirty days because they get infections and they don't have upper body strength. I mean, some do, but they're relatively rare. On the other hand, men are basically little piglets, you drop them in the ditch, they roll around in it, doesn't matter, you know. These things are very real. On the other hand, if combat means being on an Aegis-class cruiser managing the computer controls for twelve ships and their rockets, a female may be again dramatically better than a male who gets very, very frustrated sitting in a chair all the time because males are biologically driven to go out and hunt giraffes."

-- Adjunct Professor Newt Gingrich, Reinhardt College, January 7, 1995, "Renewing American Civilization."

The following is a letter making Internet e-mail rounds to Rep. Newt Gingrich from Fresno Bee reporter John Scalzi. It includes an informal poll Scalzi conducted on Newt's remarks about -- an astonishing misunderstanding of -- typical male behavior.

From Scalzi@cris.com:

The following is an e-mail I sent to Newt Gingrich, in the wake of the discovery of his comments on the biological urge of men to "hunt giraffes" and to wallow in ditches "like little piglets":

To: Georgia6@hr.house.gov
From: Scalzi@cris.com (John M. Scalzi, II)
Subject: Giraffe Poll by Journalist.

Dear Mr. Gingrich:

My name is John Scalzi, and I am a columnist for the Fresno Bee in Fresno, California. In the days since the unearthing of your comments about men, women, combat, and the biological drive for men to hunt giraffes, I have taken it upon myself to conduct a poll to see whether that innate giraffe-hunting urge (and the little piglet wallowing urge) is in fact alive and well in the average American male.

While the sample polled is statistically small (50 men, basically whomever was handy at the time) and largely comprised of white, college-educated, gainfully employed males, I nevertheless feel that the information gleaned from this poll will be of some value to someone, somewhere, some time. Perhaps you yourself, should the subject of instinctual giraffe slaughtering come up again. Certainly for me, as it takes up the bulk of my column, to be published this Wednesday, January 25.

Thank you for your time, and happy hunting and/or wallowing, whichever the case may be.

1. Have you ever hunted a giraffe?

Yes: 0%
No: 100%

2. Have you ever had the urge to hunt a giraffe?

Yes:4%
No: 96%

3. Provided the right tools and the time, would you hunt a giraffe?

Yes: 8%
No: 92%

4. If not a giraffe, would you hunt another African savannah animal?

Yes: 20%
No: 80%

5. If you had to hunt an African savannah animal, which of the following would you choose?

  1. Zebra: 2%
  2. Rhino: 6%
  3. Meerkat: 12%
  4. Boar: 42%
  5. Any creature that appeared in "``The Lion King": 36%

6. Do you think giraffe would taste like chicken?

Yes: 38%
No: 62%

7. Might it not make more sense not to hunt giraffe, but rather to set up giraffe ranches?

Yes: 92%
No: 8%

8. When you see Geoffrey, the Toys 'R' Us giraffe, do you ever get the urge to stick him with a spear?

Yes: 40%
No: 60%

9. Do you expect that Newt Gingrich has ever had the urge to hunt a giraffe?

Yes: 74%
No: 26%

10. If Newt Gingrich were to hunt a giraffe, would he use tools, or simply his own mouth?

Tools: 48%
Mouth: 52%

11. Would you rather hunt a giraffe, or wallow in a ditch like a little piglet?

Hunt: 30%
Wallow: 70%

12. Would you generally describe yourself as a little piglet?

Yes: 22%
No: 78%

13. Would you describe Newt Gingrich as a little piglet?

Yes: 54%
No: 46%

14. If you could, would you hunt Newt Gingrich?

Yes: 58%
No: 42%

15. Would Newt Gingrich taste like chicken?

Yes: 18%
No: 82%

c.1995 John Scalzi

I found this at a joke site


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A man goes into a bar with a giraffe, they both get a couple of rounds in. When they get up to leave they’re extremely drunk and the giraffe passes out and falls over. The man opens the door, about to leave by himself, when the bartender stops him suddenly and says, “Hey! You can’t leave that lyin’ there!”

The man turns around and slurs, “Don’t be silly, that’s not a lion, that’s a giraffe!”


A police officier is stopped at a red light. While there, he notices quite a din coming from the trunk of a car in front of him. He approaches the driver of said car and instructs him to get out of the vehicle and open the trunk. The driver complies, and in the trunk are a dozen giraffes. The police officer says, "Take these giraffes to the zoo immediately!!" The driver says, "Right away officer!" and drives off.
The following day the cop is at the same red light, and who should be stopped in front of him but the same car with the same loud noise coming from the trunk.
The cop is really irritated now and again tells the driver to get out and open his trunk. There are the same dozen giraffes, only this time they're all wearing sunglasses.
The policeman says, "I told you to take these giraffes to the zoo!", to which the driver replies, "But officer, I did...today they want to go to the beach!"
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Today's video is unique. I like the word unique. It could mean so many things.



Followed by reality:


Until I write again ...

Flea

Friday, October 23, 2009

Catching Up With Bob




One or two of you may remember the post I did more than a year ago about my growing children and the kitchen door frame. Anyone out there remember Bob? He was a former resident who outstripped us all for height. Still does.

Last night I measured my boys, just to see where they stand. Red Rocks, who proudly wore the name Little Guy two years back, now stands at a noble 5 foot four and a half. He's nearly halfway through 12 years old, to boot. It's a scribbly mess, but I marked the kids' height with a Sharpie.


I'd measured Oatmeal Head and he stepped away and said, "Yes! I've almost caught up with Bob!" He did a little victory dance in the kitchen, the goober. I had to show y'all the door again, even though you still can't see Bob. Oatmeal Head, at 15, stands 6 foot and a half inch. Taller than his dad, about an inch shorter than Bob. See?


And poor, poor Maybelline. She made me measure her as well. At five foot six, she hasn't grown a bit since we moved here. But then, neither have I.

Until I write again ...

Flea

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Fall is Here!

Good morning bloggy internets! Because I'm in a good mood, I'm tempted to say it's a beautiful day out, but that would be a lie. It's cold and drippy out! The last couple of days, however, have been gorgeous! Lookit!


The leaves are glorious. My walking buddies and I were at the park yesterday and I want to show you some of the things which caught my eye (since two of the walkers have stubby legs and the other two of us were so far ahead that we had time to stop and take pretty pictures with our phones, see?):



The rocks, even though they're probably fake, look cool:


But I love these plants, still going strong till frost:


I lied, though, about that glorious weather. See the sky?


*sigh* So fall is here. The weather really isn't the greatest, but we do get pretty moments.

On a side note, happy birthday to my favorite brother, Lil' Bro! You're not 40 anymore!

Until I write again ...

Flea

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Pomplamoose

Funny story (even though FaceCrack says I'm not funny - wait - this story's not about me - never mind).

So Saturday, just before work, Maybelline and Oatmeal Head drag me to the computer to see a new musical act they'd just discovered (like they're top music agents or something). Oatmeal Head insisted I watch this one, said it was stellar (I don't think he used the word stellar, actually):



It rocks, right? I can't get it out of my head now. And her eyes! Her voice! His adorable smile! OMG. Did you watch for the interview with the blue guy at the end?

It was this one, though, that cracked me up:



Maybelline really enjoyed this song. I think she thought it was all about how much Jesus loves Mrs. Robinson. When I explained to my 16 year old daughter what the song was about, the relationship between the college student and his friend's mom, a look of sheer horror crossed her face. I laughed so hard I thought I'd die. Poor little thing. So young to be so traumatized by music, her favorite medium.

Until I write again ...

Flea

Monday, October 19, 2009

Funny Bone Monday

Welcome to Funny Bone Monday, the Bacon edition! Do you know how difficult it is to find decent bacon humor on the internets? Gah! What I do for you, my bloggy friends. Mwah! Enjoy!

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A farmer had five female pigs and, as times were hard, he had determined to take them to the county fair and sell them. While at the fair, he met another farmer who owned five male pigs. After talking a bit, they decided to mate the pigs and split everything 50/50. The farmers lived sixty miles away from one another and so they agreed to drive thirty miles and find a field in which to mate their pigs. The first morning, the farmer with the female pigs got up at 5 AM, loaded the pigs into the family station wagon, which was the only vehicle they had, and drove the thirty miles. While the pigs were mating, he asked the other farmer, "How will I know if they are pregnant?" The other farmer replied, "If they're in the grass grazing in the morning, then they're pregnant, if they're in the mud, then they're not." The next morning they were rolling in the mud, so he hosed them off, loaded them again into the family station wagon and proceeded to try again. This continued each morning the following week until one morning the farmer was so tired that he couldn't get out of bed. He called to his wife, "Honey, please look outside and tell me if the pigs are in the mud or in the field." "Neither," yelled his wife, "they're in the station wagon and one of them is honking the horn."


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A guy walks into a doctor''s office. He has a sausage coming out of his ear, a waffle coming out of his nose, and bacon coming out of his other ear. He says worriedly, "Doc, what''s wrong with me?!?"
The doctor replies, "You''re not eating properly."

That made me laugh. Found it here.

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Bacon jokes are hard to come by, but here are some of my favorite bacon products (some I haven't tried but want to):


An Archie McPhee product








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Today's video CRACKS ME UP.



Oh I can't help myself. Just one more?



Until I write again ...

Flea

Friday, October 16, 2009

The Clown is Safe and Sound - Phew!

OMG. I thought maybe my Hunny made cement shoes for my wee baby clown. Hunny's hit man left a voice message on my cell phone telling me they were fitting the clown for a coffin. It was the scariest day of my LIFE. I'll never get over it.

I lie. I got over it. When I found the little cutie pie in the bathroom, under the sink. Isn't it the sweetest thing?


I mean, c'mon - he's petting little Wallace, for Pete's sake! How cute is that?


And Keri? I about died laughing at the thought of your Hunny watching a cow watching him shower for weeks. Thank you. :)

Stay tuned for the continuing saga of ... The Hunny and the Wee Clown. Keep the names coming. So far none seem to really fit. I'm hoping the above photo triggers a name from someone. Thank you!

Until I write again ...

Flea

Thursday, October 15, 2009

He Found the Clown


My Hunny was leaving for work this morning, in a jovial mood, when he poked his head back in the door and said in his most ominous voice, "The clown is going to die." I think we need to name the clown. It's much more difficult to kill something if it has a name.

I told y'all I'd found a good hiding place for the clown? I'm pretty darn proud of myself. See, first I'd tucked him into my Hunny's jacket pocket, with the little pompom on the top of his hat poking out. Red Rocks saw me hiding it and freaked - something about the clown scaring dad and that just being mean - blah blah blah. He moved it to a shelf.

So. Where to put the clown? See for yourselves:


Yeahhhhhh. Right at eye level. I keep the curtain drawn to keep it from mildewing in the creases anyway, so nothing suspicious there. Kinda like a Psycho thing going on, huh? Now, where do I hide it next?

Oh, and I can't help having a pink shower, okay? It came with the house. Ugly as sin, it is.

Wait. I have to go find the little fella and make sure he's still in one piece.

Until I write again ...

Flea

P.S. I can't find my wee scary clown, and my Hunny's not answering his phone. I'm scared.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Wee Bitty Scary Clown

Y'all remember my little clown? Has anyone out there seen my little clown? Here, let me show you:


Isn't it cute? Cute as a bug in a rug.

I've been hiding the cute little clown all over the house for my Hunny. He hates clowns. They terrify him. Lately I've been hiding him in our bedroom, places like his closet. This last time, though, I hid the little clown elsewhere. Take a peek:


See? He's shuffling off under the bed where Hunny keeps his shoes:




My Hunny found it this morning. Heh. He threatened to take it outside and run over its wee bitty head with his big Tonka truck. Mean ol' Hunny. Poor wee bitty clown.

Wait till you see where I hid it next. Stay tuned ...

Until I write again ...

Flea

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Thank You! Come Again!



Thank you all for your sweet birthday wishes! My birthday totally rocked the cat box! Or locked the cashbox. Or however you happen to sing that song. It was the BEST EVER!

It was thrilling to realize this year that I am the meaning of life. If you don't know what I mean, shoot me an email. What fun! It was also much fun that my Hunny gave me the best possible gift he could give - lots of little things that I could give away to make people around me happy

For instance: a pack of sparkly sticker made many patients at work happy this weekend. None of them really want to be in treatment for their eating disorders, and the unstructured weekend is always tough on them, but this last week was brutal (lots of drama on the unit). Sparkly stickers brought smiles to faces.

Bags of Dove chocolate. What woman doesn't love getting chocolate from her Hunny? And what woman's fellow techs and nurses, frazzled from the long weekend with stressed patients, don't love the surprise of chocolate?

Bubble necklaces - you know the kind. Little pink plastic stars to hang around the neck, complete with bubble solution and tiny wands. The day time techs blew bubbles at patients all day, brightening the mood. The adolescent tech had a girl whose best friend was in a tragic accident - stickers and bubbles won't solve everything, but every smile counts in that situation.

Most fun of all was torturing the night nurse with video from the Weird Al CD that was in the bag. Watching Donny Osmond dance in front of the green screen makes me laugh EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I'll include the video at the end, so you can laugh, too. He's the epitome of white and nerdy.

A good friend gave me a bag of fun as well! A tiara, a glow in the dark wand and a pair of wings! At work the girls call me the pee fairy, since I wake them early on Monday mornings and tell them to pee before the phlebotomist arrives to do his vampire thing. Then I suction said pee into vials and label them. It's a lovely job. The pee fairy moniker only makes it more lovely. The tiara and glowing wand certainly gave me pizazz! Waking to a fat 42 year old tech in a neon green tiara, holding a wand, made girls smile. Waving the wand in a dark room to watch the glow make patterns, however? Not so bright. The star topper went flying across the room. Glad it didn't hit the patient in the dark. She got up, though. Heh.

Yes. This has been the best birthday EVER. I didn't even tell you all about my Hunny taking me and a best friend out to eat at an Irish pub and restaurant. Or the coffee house we drifted to afterwards and were treated to belly dancing. The Hunny leans over, as a dancer came close (they are fantastic dancers, BTW), and asked if I had a dollar to tuck in her waistband. I said no. Then he asked if I had a check. I believe I might have considered taking off my shoe to beat him at that point.

Even the weekend BEFORE my birthday was great! My mommy and I went to a really cool craft bazaar and wandered through every booth. The weather was crisp and cool and perfect. And my mommy bought me the coolest jewelry for my birthday! See it? It is SO MUCH FUN to wear!!! I wear it nearly every day.


So. All I'm really trying to say is that this birthday has been the best. I've only had about FOUR MILLION Face Crack messages, which is always fun. Somehow it leaked out that I was old. And I love it. So thank you. Thank you all for being the best cyber friends a girl could ever have.

As my gift to all of you! The green screen video.


Until I write again ...

Flea