What a Week
This week we heard from whistleblowers on what happened in Benghazi last September, found a trio of women that had been missing for over ten years sequestered in some animal’s basement, had several families rip Teh Prez a new asshole demand answers over the helicopter crash that killed members of SEAL Team 6, Boston police disclose that FBI never shared information with them over the islamojihadist asswipes, and the Dow Jones broke the 15,000 mark.
Oh, and Prince Harry is here on a tour.
Seriously, what the hell?? What is so special about this week, anyway?? It’s almost like it’s going through menopause.
Oh, right…. MOTHER’S DAY!!!
Well, good luck with the rest of the week 
I Don’t Get It
Seriously, I don’t get this holiday.
Why would this motivate you to drink beer and margaritas?
Well, it’s not like we need an excuse around here for that.
Have a great Sunday! 
Some Men…
…..just want to watch the world burn.
Found here.
Yes, y’all have seen it before, but I love the way the artist manages to stick it to the AGW dolts
Tall Tales
Some of y’all may know, last weekend I got to meet Chef Curtis Stone. That was a total blast! Several friends have expressed complete jealousy over that, but it really was pure luck how we got to meet him. Thank you, Lady!
Anyway, it got me to thinking…. Mr. Stone is not the most famous person I’ve ever met. I got to meet Cheap Trick (volunteered as a backstage hand freshman year), Stevie Ray Vaughn (bus broke down at college after a concert and he came out to entertain students), Emmitt Smith (he came into my store to shop for his mom), among others (*cough* Troy Aikman *cough*). I will just say I never stood in line to meet these people. It just happened. But none of the meets were weird, save one.
I was twelve at the time, and our class was on a school field trip to our state capital, to tour the Capitol. See what I did there? Anyway, I was a curious little bugger, and wanted to read every. little. plaque. posted around the place. Next thing I know, I am wandering a different floor, and in desperate need of a bathroom. While looking around for a sign, two gentlemen exit a big room and come towards me. One of them, the older one, asks if I’m ok. I tell him I am lost, and need the bathroom, so he tells me to follow them and he will show me the nearest one.
In retrospect, that sounds like the beginning of a nightmare. But this is the Capitol.
Anyway, he escorts me to the bathroom on the floor below, then gives me instructions to where my class is probably headed. A little concierge is standing nearby with her mouth open. I tell the gentleman thank you, and he tells me I am welcome and to have a great day here. Afterwards, I come out of the bathroom to find the little concierge still there. I tell her hello, and she asks me, “You know who that was??” in a very thick Asian accent.
And as I shake my head, she says, “That was the GOVERNOR!!”
That’s right: Governor Bill Clements escorted me to the bathroom. Talk about Outer Limits.
And what was your most famous weird encounter? 
Happy Easter!!
Hope everyone has a nice, relaxing Sunday, and enjoy a peep show or two.
But the good kind of peep show.
Not the bad kind of peep show.
Have a wonderful day!!
Great Friday
Today is Good Friday in the Christian world. Not every one observes it, but I do know everyone observes Friday itself!
And yes, I am now counting the HOURS!!!
Anyway, for some of you, this day marks the end of the workweek, and the beginning of the weekend.
And I wondered, being a stay-at-home-mom-who-doesn’t-have-a-life type of gal, what y’all actually do. I mean, I know we clean house and scream at the kids to get moving other mundane stuff, but how about y’all?
How do you unwind?
Royal Flush
Those of you who have met me know I am prone to embarrassment, to the amusement of everyone. It’s nice that I can bring smiles to people’s faces, but it takes a toll when I am the object of their mirth. I remember one time, in seventh grade, I was in Orchestra class, and the string on my viola popped clean off. I took it to my sectionals teacher, who was busy with the bass section, and she asked me to hold her instrument while she replaced my string. As she walked to the office, she informed everyone that “Aggie snapped her G string.”
Everyone laughed and smirked.
Everyone but me. Why? Because I had no freakin’ idea what a G string was!!!
Go ahead and laugh. You live far, far away from me anyway.
Anyway, I asked my teacher about it after class, and she explained, to which I rolled my eyes and said that women would never wear such things.
My innocence is completely shattered, by the way.
So, what kind of embarrassing moments have y’all enjoyed in your lives?
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
It’s awesome that we celebrate a snake wrangler by drinking.
Remember: this is quite possibly the only holiday where full-blown alcoholism can go undetected.
Have a good one!!
Pass the Popcorn
I love old movies. There was a certain gallantry and finesse to them, no matter what the genre. It didn’t matter if it was Sink the Bismarck or Destry Rides Again or even Glen or Glenda. The celluloid was magical. It helped to suspend the disbelief, and give my imagination a new venue in which to flourish.
No, not with Glen or Glenda. I have my limits.
Anyway, a few days ago, I watched one of the newer “Fill-in-the-blank of the Dead”s. The idea behind it was to scare the ever living crap out of people, but I was just disgusted. All it was, was gore. I see enough of that on the Discovery Channel™. If a filmmaker wishes to scare people, he should think about the psyche, not the butcher’s table. To this day, Psycho is one of the scariest films ever made, in my humble opinion. Hell, Alfred Hitchcock knew the psyche very well. He tormented Tippy Hedren on and off the screen to the point of ruining her life! I will never watch The Birds again. And don’t get me started on Rebecca.
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate bloody scenes. My favorite director when it comes to spraying blood everywhere has to be Akira Kurosawa. The blood spurting from the decapitated bodies in Ran was cinematic artistry.
And how do you like your scary movies??
Sensory Underload
This morning I was drinking my coffee in preparation for Lent Friday. It tasted a bit off, which made me pause. Why?? WHY WOULD THIS HAPPEN ON A DAY I CAN’T EAT???
Oh, right…. I forgot to measure for the Keurig™ filter correctly.
I hate that. Anyway, it got me thinking about our senses.
If I had to live without one, I would choose smell. Why? Because February is skunk mating season.
Which one can you live without??
Hat tip: BC
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