One of the books Bree found while we were shopping today. There are some pretty funny Gosling memes that come up during my feminist unit in my AP Lit class. They crack me up!
Showing posts with label fun stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fun stuff. Show all posts
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Gotta Love Ryan Gosling
March 30, 2013
One of the books Bree found while we were shopping today. There are some pretty funny Gosling memes that come up during my feminist unit in my AP Lit class. They crack me up!
One of the books Bree found while we were shopping today. There are some pretty funny Gosling memes that come up during my feminist unit in my AP Lit class. They crack me up!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Watch What You Say
November 21, 2012
Danielle was 'talking' to my Siri-like app on my Droid, which apparently doesn't translate voice very well. Frustrated by its inability to understand her, Danielle said, "You're not very smart!"
For the first time, it understood her completely and replied, "You're no Albert Einstein, either!"
Danielle said, "You're mean!"
My phone replied, "Danielle, I'm just kidding around."
When Danielle continued to disparage the relative intelligence of my Droid, it finally said, "I will remember that when the robots take over the world!"
I love that my phone has a sense of humor!
Danielle was 'talking' to my Siri-like app on my Droid, which apparently doesn't translate voice very well. Frustrated by its inability to understand her, Danielle said, "You're not very smart!"
For the first time, it understood her completely and replied, "You're no Albert Einstein, either!"
Danielle said, "You're mean!"
My phone replied, "Danielle, I'm just kidding around."
When Danielle continued to disparage the relative intelligence of my Droid, it finally said, "I will remember that when the robots take over the world!"
I love that my phone has a sense of humor!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Throwback to the 70s
March 20, 2012
This is my husband, rockin' the 70's look. (Actually, he's appropriated Danielle's Dollar Store yellow shades, but he's channeling Hyde from "That 70's Show".)
Monday, March 19, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Cracking the System--How Do I Know Who to Root For in Football?
February 6, 2012
Now that the Super Bowl is over for the year, I can let you in on a little secret: I do not follow football. Not even a little bit. Shocked? Yeah, I thought so.
Nevertheless, I can sit an watch a game with my hubby or our friends and root for the team of my choice, and actually have a good time doing so, whether it's the Super Bowl or one of the lesser match ups. Now, most sexist folks might say the under-informed female half of the species is most inclined to choose sides based on the rather predictable and mundane 'prettiest uniform' factor, at which I take offense.
My decision on who to root for in any given match up is multi-tiered, multi-faceted. It's a complex system that goes into deciding which team to cheer for if you haven't a clue who's out on the field. There are four major levels of decision-making input:
1. First of all, I determine if either team suited up on the field represents a bird. I have no use for birds. If you play for the Ravens or the Eagles, for example, your team is automatically out, and I'm rooting for the other team.
2. If neither team is a bird team (or if they both are), then I go to Tier Two. In Tier Two, I look at the mascots as well, and determine if one has a more favorable impression on me. Let's say for example The Bears are playing the Steelers. Bears win, because, you know, Bears are just more charming than a Steeler is. Yes, I know bears can be ferocious creatures; I'm not thinking of the mean ones. I'm thinking of Winnie the Pooh. I'm sure The Bears won't mind the comparison if it means they've got one more fan in the virtual stands. If the Vikings are playing, I have a hard time rooting for them (unless they're playing a bird team, of course), because Vikings are dirty--historically speaking. Some of the other ruffian teams also fall by the wayside due to my OCD about clean hands and clean faces. Yes, I know the current and modern Vikings et.al. probably shower regularly and clean up nicely, but my mental image of a Viking is Erik the Red, and that's simply not doing them any favors in the me-choosing-a-team department. On the other hand, if a team like The Chargers is playing, odds are in their favor. I like the spirit in a name like that, you know? There's something hopeful and optimistic about those who by name are compelled to move forward against the odds. However, if both teams are birds, I only briefly consider this question, because as I said, I've got no use for birds. This tier, like the first tier, is a draw for those two teams, as no bird is better than another. So we move to the next tier of decision-making.
3. If both teams are bird teams, and therefore at a draw, or if the mascots are equally awesome--say, The Bengals and The Lions--we move to Tier Three. Decision-making at Tier Three simply comes down to "Have I ever heard of the quarterback?" Not do I like him, not what are his stats, but have I heard the dude's name. Because, after all, if I've heard of him, he's probably pretty good, right? Unless I happen to know of his name because of particularly unsavory acts (think Michael Vick), in which case the team automatically falls into the 'there's no way I'm rooting for that guy' category. If say, a Manning is playing against Blah-dey Blah, then there will be no love for Mr. Blah. Score one (or seven) for Manning. If I've heard of them both, there may or may not be a sub-category of the tier that takes into account how pretty their eyes are or how articulate they are when speaking into a mic, but I'm not copping to that one. (It's in the fine print.)
4. Finally, all other things being equal--no bird to knock a team out of contention, equally majestic (or equally mundane, as the case may be) mascots, and equally known (and pretty) or equally anonymous quarterbacks--we come down to the final tier. Tier Four is the tie-breaker, the coin toss, the overtime final decision. Tier Four's final chance for a team to win me as their cheerleader for the day comes down to: color. (Mind you, this may change, depending on whether the team is playing in their home or their away uniforms.) Yes, yes, lots of folks choose a team by which jerseys look prettier out in the stadium against the backdrop of a verdant field, but that's too easy, too thoughtless. We only move to the color of the jerseys if all other factors yield no clear victor. After all, if those boys in blue (the team I'm cheering for against the boys in orange) are going to give it their all on the field, I figure I should put a little time and effort into deciding who is worthy of my loyalty--for the day, anyway.
Now that the Super Bowl is over for the year, I can let you in on a little secret: I do not follow football. Not even a little bit. Shocked? Yeah, I thought so.
Nevertheless, I can sit an watch a game with my hubby or our friends and root for the team of my choice, and actually have a good time doing so, whether it's the Super Bowl or one of the lesser match ups. Now, most sexist folks might say the under-informed female half of the species is most inclined to choose sides based on the rather predictable and mundane 'prettiest uniform' factor, at which I take offense.
My decision on who to root for in any given match up is multi-tiered, multi-faceted. It's a complex system that goes into deciding which team to cheer for if you haven't a clue who's out on the field. There are four major levels of decision-making input:
1. First of all, I determine if either team suited up on the field represents a bird. I have no use for birds. If you play for the Ravens or the Eagles, for example, your team is automatically out, and I'm rooting for the other team.
2. If neither team is a bird team (or if they both are), then I go to Tier Two. In Tier Two, I look at the mascots as well, and determine if one has a more favorable impression on me. Let's say for example The Bears are playing the Steelers. Bears win, because, you know, Bears are just more charming than a Steeler is. Yes, I know bears can be ferocious creatures; I'm not thinking of the mean ones. I'm thinking of Winnie the Pooh. I'm sure The Bears won't mind the comparison if it means they've got one more fan in the virtual stands. If the Vikings are playing, I have a hard time rooting for them (unless they're playing a bird team, of course), because Vikings are dirty--historically speaking. Some of the other ruffian teams also fall by the wayside due to my OCD about clean hands and clean faces. Yes, I know the current and modern Vikings et.al. probably shower regularly and clean up nicely, but my mental image of a Viking is Erik the Red, and that's simply not doing them any favors in the me-choosing-a-team department. On the other hand, if a team like The Chargers is playing, odds are in their favor. I like the spirit in a name like that, you know? There's something hopeful and optimistic about those who by name are compelled to move forward against the odds. However, if both teams are birds, I only briefly consider this question, because as I said, I've got no use for birds. This tier, like the first tier, is a draw for those two teams, as no bird is better than another. So we move to the next tier of decision-making.
3. If both teams are bird teams, and therefore at a draw, or if the mascots are equally awesome--say, The Bengals and The Lions--we move to Tier Three. Decision-making at Tier Three simply comes down to "Have I ever heard of the quarterback?" Not do I like him, not what are his stats, but have I heard the dude's name. Because, after all, if I've heard of him, he's probably pretty good, right? Unless I happen to know of his name because of particularly unsavory acts (think Michael Vick), in which case the team automatically falls into the 'there's no way I'm rooting for that guy' category. If say, a Manning is playing against Blah-dey Blah, then there will be no love for Mr. Blah. Score one (or seven) for Manning. If I've heard of them both, there may or may not be a sub-category of the tier that takes into account how pretty their eyes are or how articulate they are when speaking into a mic, but I'm not copping to that one. (It's in the fine print.)
4. Finally, all other things being equal--no bird to knock a team out of contention, equally majestic (or equally mundane, as the case may be) mascots, and equally known (and pretty) or equally anonymous quarterbacks--we come down to the final tier. Tier Four is the tie-breaker, the coin toss, the overtime final decision. Tier Four's final chance for a team to win me as their cheerleader for the day comes down to: color. (Mind you, this may change, depending on whether the team is playing in their home or their away uniforms.) Yes, yes, lots of folks choose a team by which jerseys look prettier out in the stadium against the backdrop of a verdant field, but that's too easy, too thoughtless. We only move to the color of the jerseys if all other factors yield no clear victor. After all, if those boys in blue (the team I'm cheering for against the boys in orange) are going to give it their all on the field, I figure I should put a little time and effort into deciding who is worthy of my loyalty--for the day, anyway.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Skywalk, Where the Adults Get to Act Just Like the Kids
January 5, 2012
When the whole family was in town for the holiday, we piled everyone into the car and headed out to Skywalk. What a great way to spend the afternoon! The kids can jump around and just be kids. And the adults? We get to jump around like kids, too. By the end of our time there, the kids were still jumping like kangaroos. We, on the other hand, were recovering on the sidelines.
When the whole family was in town for the holiday, we piled everyone into the car and headed out to Skywalk. What a great way to spend the afternoon! The kids can jump around and just be kids. And the adults? We get to jump around like kids, too. By the end of our time there, the kids were still jumping like kangaroos. We, on the other hand, were recovering on the sidelines.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
When Ordinary Signs Become Awesome
October 10, 2011
Sometimes you've gotta look for the fun on Mondays.
Sometimes you've gotta look for the fun on Mondays.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Strange Book Titles
July 13, 2011
I love books--all kinds. I love classics, autobiographies, teen fiction, chick lit, non-fiction, trivia--lots of variety in my reading diet. However, my search for books and weird sense of curiosity every once in awhile sends me off on a Google search for weirdly-titled books. You know, the ones that you'd never in a million years think would make it past a publisher, yet somehow still do. There's a niche market for just about everything, it seems. Here's some of the ones that turned up in my most recent search for odd titles. Just so you know, I think these titles are funny, but not nearly funny enough to entice me to read any of them!
1. What is Your Poo Telling You? Um...whatever it is, I don't want to hear it!
2. Teddy Bear Cannibal Massacre What kind of freak parents are reading this to their kids? Let the nightmares begin!
3. Reusing Old Graves The Gold Standard in recycling.
4. Whose Bottom is This? And to think, most pre-schoolers can only identify animals by their faces.
5. Living With Crazy Buttocks Speaking of posteriors, I thought we as a society just had to worry about big butts. Now we have to worry about crazy ones, too?
6. I Was Tortured By the Pygmy Love Queen I don't even want to know....and yet I do.
7. How to Talk About Books You Haven't Read Ah, how's that for irony? You have to actually read this book to know how to talk about the book you haven't read.
8. How To Avoid Huge Ships Okay, first of all? Get out of their way! Why does one need an entire book on this? And secondly? What was so unclear in the first book that this text required a second edition?
9. Old Tractors and the Men Who Love Them: How To Keep Your Tractors Happy and Your Family Running Gotta love a man with his priorities in order.
10. Curbside Consultation of the Colon What on God's green earth would possess you to have a consultation about your colon curbside? Borrow some milk curbside? Yes. Chat about the neighbor's gardening prowess curbside? Sure. Organize the next block yard sale curbside? Of course. But consult about your colon? Not for me, thankyouverymuch.
11. Cooking With Pooh Oh, somebody thought he was very clever, no? He's probably still chuckling to himself about this one.
12. Cheese Problems Solved Cheese problems? Is this an issue? I had no idea. As far as I'm concerned, cheese = goodness. What problems could there possibly be?
13. Anybody Can Be Cool...But Awesome Takes Practice I'm so excited! With a little practice, I can be awesome! Who knew? Oh wait...how does one practice awesome???
14. Don't Tell Mom I Work On the Rigs. She Thinks I'm a Piano Player in a Whorehouse Because how could Mom hold her head up if she had to tell folks I'm not tickling the ivories anymore?
I love books--all kinds. I love classics, autobiographies, teen fiction, chick lit, non-fiction, trivia--lots of variety in my reading diet. However, my search for books and weird sense of curiosity every once in awhile sends me off on a Google search for weirdly-titled books. You know, the ones that you'd never in a million years think would make it past a publisher, yet somehow still do. There's a niche market for just about everything, it seems. Here's some of the ones that turned up in my most recent search for odd titles. Just so you know, I think these titles are funny, but not nearly funny enough to entice me to read any of them!
1. What is Your Poo Telling You? Um...whatever it is, I don't want to hear it!
2. Teddy Bear Cannibal Massacre What kind of freak parents are reading this to their kids? Let the nightmares begin!
3. Reusing Old Graves The Gold Standard in recycling.
4. Whose Bottom is This? And to think, most pre-schoolers can only identify animals by their faces.
5. Living With Crazy Buttocks Speaking of posteriors, I thought we as a society just had to worry about big butts. Now we have to worry about crazy ones, too?
6. I Was Tortured By the Pygmy Love Queen I don't even want to know....and yet I do.
7. How to Talk About Books You Haven't Read Ah, how's that for irony? You have to actually read this book to know how to talk about the book you haven't read.
8. How To Avoid Huge Ships Okay, first of all? Get out of their way! Why does one need an entire book on this? And secondly? What was so unclear in the first book that this text required a second edition?
9. Old Tractors and the Men Who Love Them: How To Keep Your Tractors Happy and Your Family Running Gotta love a man with his priorities in order.
10. Curbside Consultation of the Colon What on God's green earth would possess you to have a consultation about your colon curbside? Borrow some milk curbside? Yes. Chat about the neighbor's gardening prowess curbside? Sure. Organize the next block yard sale curbside? Of course. But consult about your colon? Not for me, thankyouverymuch.
11. Cooking With Pooh Oh, somebody thought he was very clever, no? He's probably still chuckling to himself about this one.
12. Cheese Problems Solved Cheese problems? Is this an issue? I had no idea. As far as I'm concerned, cheese = goodness. What problems could there possibly be?
13. Anybody Can Be Cool...But Awesome Takes Practice I'm so excited! With a little practice, I can be awesome! Who knew? Oh wait...how does one practice awesome???
14. Don't Tell Mom I Work On the Rigs. She Thinks I'm a Piano Player in a Whorehouse Because how could Mom hold her head up if she had to tell folks I'm not tickling the ivories anymore?
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