3 minutes and 31 seconds you won’t ever get back

October 16, 2006

Bad video effects and a green screen are dangerous when you’re David Hasselhoff. For  the rest of us , it’s dangerous to have ears, oh and a gag reflex.
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But come on, you have to see/hear for yourself. Click the picture over to You Tube. You know you want to.

P.S. The intense burning looks at the camera.. ICING!


Ok I LOVE this… totally worth a click

October 15, 2006

Make sure your speakers are on and click on the picture below…

The Band is called Ok Go

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Honey, don’t buy peanut jars with faces on them.. please??

October 15, 2006

Just about our entire household (save Chris and the cats) have been struck by a nasty cold, all of us with varying degrees of sickness and all displaying different symptoms ranging from rampaging runny noses to coughs and the losing of one’s voice .

This has made the weekend not nearly as fun as it could have been seeing that Tom and I both had Saturday off, but meh.. what are you gonna do? Didn’t stop us from being our usual dorkish selves.
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The two of us ‘Lame’-o’s that tried to burn off the colds using wine and/or bourbon… boy we were both pretty shiny in the picture up there ^^

The evening silliness stemmed from my fear of Mr. Peanut, or rather the Mr. Peanut jar that was grinning ominously from our cupboard (wearing a hat yet!) unexpectedly when I opened it the other day.

Skeery Mr Peanut jar

I mean seriously, wouldn’t you be startled?

As the evening wore on, Mr Peanut’s hat was passed around…

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Chris as Mr Peanut

Nobody escaped..

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Yeah sad huh….
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You can almost hear Nutmeg thinking “Oh man, someone please get me another family”
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So despite everything, still being sick and all, the weekend wasn’t so bad.


Operating instructions

October 13, 2006

I rarely read the instruction manual that comes with any electronic item I have. I prefer the whole mystery adventure of trying to figure out how things work on my own, and it’s kind of a matter of pride. Of course this means I miss some really cool features of the device, yanno like finding out I can turn off the BEEP on my digital camera (the thing that’s been cluing people into the fact I’m taking their picture instead of being able to capture a candid photo…duh!) After a while month ok year or so, I usually break down and read it anyway and have all kinds of eureka moments.

The really stupid part is, I tend to always read the instruction booklets for devices that don’t NEED them, or rather don’t need them if you have half a brain. It may be because these booklets are rarely more than a page long and I have a really short attention span..(hmm what?) Oh yeah, a really short attention span.. and they are usually really amusing. These aren’t written for any kind of Einsteins I tell ya..

So I’m reading the instruction booklet for my new hairdryer. It had some of the typical electric device warnings, you know, don’t use in or near water but there were a couple of real doozies in there really tickled me…
6.) Never use while sleeping

WTF?? Why would ANYONE try to use a hand held blow-dryer while sleeping?????

10.) DO NOT direct hot air towards eyes or other heat-sensitive areas

Ummm I don’t think I even need to go there…. ew.


Checking the top of my head.. is it still on?

October 11, 2006

After work I was walking towards the train station and I called home to double check with Sean if he knows what time his brother is getting off work today because I was going to pick him up. (The Boys are staying at their Father’s this week). Sean goes “umm I don’t know but the store called looking for him “.

I immediately feel all the blood rushing to my head and I’m thinking all kinds of wild thoughts like ‘did he sleep in and forget his shift?’ or worse did something happen to him on his way to work?!?!?. I knew he told me he was working today last week so I hang up and I call over to his Father’s house, no answer, call again, no answer. I call his cell phone. It’s turned off.

I call Sean back and asked him if he had woken his brother up this morning (he’s Chris’ back up alarm clock) and he said no. I asked him what exactly Chris’ Boss said and Sean says “He just asked if Chris was there, I said no, he said thanks and hung up”. I finished the call with Sean and hung up.

By this time I’m *on* the train and just about to head into the tunnel. My phone rings just as we are pulling out of the station and it’s Chris. All kinds of relief pour into me (you know that he’s alright) THEN I say to him “Were you supposed to work today? Your work called home looking for you” and  as we whoosh into the tunnel I hear him starting to freak out then the signal fades.

I had to wait THREE LONG STOPS before we leave the tunnel and I can call him back. He’s all worked up saying how ” remember how he worked Sunday and he got today off, one of the managers had even initialed the schedule etc etc”. I had to point out he was actually at his Father’s house on Sunday so ok, duh I don’t know this. Then I pointed out how I called several times at his Father’s house AND called his cell with no answer. Ummm don’t you think COMMUNICATION is a good idea? Especially as I’m taxi driver Mom.

So anyway I told him not to panic if he had the schedule changed he’s covered, but to call and get the scoop on why he was called. He then says to me “Well I don’t have the number!!” I told him that I gave it to him and told him to program it into his cellphone. Of course he hadn’t done that. I tell him to call over and get Sean to read the number off the call display.

A few minutes later Sean calls me saying that Chris called and he asked for his work’s number. I didn’t bother pointing out that Chris wouldn’t have known his work called (and to ask for the number) had I not spoken to Chris.

Chris calls back to enlighten me. Turns out that the store was just looking for extra hands.

I’m tellin’ ya, they are trying to kill me.