Friday, September 5, 2008
This just cracks me up. I love how he just falls right back into the garbage can. Absolutely priceless!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Ok...my girlfriend is not pregnant. In fact, I don't even have a girlfriend, but the title is pretty catchy. The title came to my mind when thinking about Sarah Palin's pregnant daughter. Gosh that is funny. Poor girl. It's just the most awkward situation ever. Imagine this. Your mom is John McCain's running mate. She is trying to be the first woman to serve as Vice President of the United States. She could potentially be the second most powerful person in the country. She has a strong stance (pro-life) on an important issue in our society (abortion). Ahhh ****!!! You're pregnant. Unmarried. AND 17!!!!!!! Well, no choice for you sweetie. You're keeping that baby and now apparantley marrying the baby's daddy. A really, really funny situation from an outsider's view, but a very serious one internally for the daughter, her family, the boy, and his family. I'm wondering how everyone feels on this situation. Do you think this is an example of an irresponsible parent who failed to teach her daughter about safe sex? I don't think it is. But, I'm still voting for Obama! Ba-Rock and roll baby!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
I just have to share this story that happened to me last year on a family vacation to Mexico. I was taking a shower before going out to dinner when my dad and brother thought it would be funny to pull a prank on me. They filled a garbage can full of ice and water and dumped it all on my over the door of the shower. I obviously could not see it coming because of the shower curtain. My first reaction was to get even. I ran out of the shower, quickly wrapped a towel around my waist, and grabbed some shaving cream? I sprinted after my dad who ran out of my room to escape my rebuttal. I ran after him down the hall until his escape was blocked by a maid's cart. I attempted to spray him with the shaving cream when he reached out and ripped the towel off from around my waist! Confused and naked, I had no other option but to run back to my room. However, my dad yelled down the hall to my brother to close the door. My brother slammed the door shut before I could get inside. Hmm...with a bunch of family friends on the same floor as me, I was sure to be caught butt ass naked outside my room. So, I hugged a pole. Yes, I hugged a pole which covered my whole front side. I was yelling to my brother to open the door, but he refused. My friend's dad opened his door to make sure everything was okay when he heard me yelling. He saw me hugging the pole, asked what happened, laughed, and closed his door! So I was still left standing there! Whole ass exposed! A maid finally walked up to me and handed me a towel. She walked away and I heard her talk on her radio in spanish telling another employee how she just found a naked guy on the fourth floor and how she saw the whole package if you know what I mean--she obviously didn't know I took 4 years of Spanish in high school. I laughed and screamed to her down the hall "Te gusta?" She giggled. She was impressed....how bad my tan lines were...LOL!
I Killed Sam....the fly. For the past week, my bedroom has been taken over by this damn fly that came to be known as Sam. Every day when I come home from work, the fly is buzzing around my room making the annoying sound flies make. The first time I tried to get rid of the annoying pest I opened my window and tried to let it fly out. That did not work. Then I tried to capture it and throw it out the window. That did not work. Then, things became serious. The fly had been flying around my bedroom for hours as I tried to work on my laptop. For some reason, I just could not get any work done. Some noises just BUG me--yes, pun intended. Anyways, my attempts to kill the fly were all failures. Ever notice how a fly can sit still on an object for minutes at a time, but the second you get off your ass to kill it, it gets a sense it is about to be harmed and flies away. I hate that! This damn thing made a home out of my bedroom. The fly had stayed in my room for a week (as of today). My little brother actually started calling the fly by a name "Sam." That's how weird my little brother is, but that's also how long this fly has been lingering around my room. Anyways, tonight, when I was getting out of the shower, I spotted my chance. I whipped the towel off from around my waist and with one huge sweep, I knocked the fly out of mid air. It must have been paralyzed by the looks of my sexy, nude body. Just kidding. But seriously. The little fellow was lying on the ground helpless. I stood there watching as Sam tried to get up and fly but he was too crippled to do so. For a second, I found myself feeling sympathetic- maybe he was a lonely friend and was seeking a human companion. WTF?!? Who am I kidding? This fly probably has 1000 eggs ready to hatch around my room. I wrapped the thing in a piece of toilet paper and with one quick flush, Sam was gone. I killed him. How sad.