Since we just moved in, consider this place still in boxes. I’m not sure I’m even keeping this theme, but I am really excited to be at my very own URL. Yeah!
Expect the first “WTF? Wednesday” at our new pad tomorrow. And please bookmark my new site.
WordPress. Not as easy as I thought. Can’t even decide on a theme!
WTF is up with this Creepy VegHead? He moved into our HEB last week and he totally freaks me out. I especially dislike his onion mustache and Anabella is disturbed by his banana cheeks (and the fact that he is a 10 foot paper mache head!). So we’ve starting using the other door until he goes back to wherever he came from.
I too have certain body parts that I find attractive, but I don’t think FB is the place to post 50 pictures of men’s whatevers. I wanted to send him an email that said “This isn’t FetishBook, it’s Facebook, which means I want to see faces, not asses.” But I just ignored the request instead. And then I started thinking about those 27 people who were not at all bothered. Did they just accept without looking at his profile? I’m no prude, but am I really the only person who finds that creepier than a 10 foot paper mache head?
Welcome to my Monday mind dump. Hope you aren’t looking for something important to read. 😉
Ricky Martin came out today
This is going to KILL my friend Jeanne, who has been insisting he was not gay for about 12 or 13 years now. And the best part, today is her birthday. LOL
Men are getting weirder
At lunch, a coworker revealed that several men she has met online (3 or 4 in row) lied about their age. When did the tables turn? I didn’t think men were subjected to ageism. The crazy part is that it was only by a few years (39 instead of 43). What the hell difference does that make?
I love Joe Biden’s F-bomb
I know it’s not appropriate to cuss on TV, but clearly that part was an accident. Doesn’t anyone find it refreshing that the vice president turned into a normal dude for one second and really enjoyed the enormity of the situation he was in? I think it totally rocks.
And now for the serious bit
I found out over the weekend that someone I used to date was killed in a rather horrific way. The thing that has me stumbling around in my emotions, is that this person was a total ass. He lied to me about being married, led me on for months, and basically broke my silly little 25-year-old heart. So while it made me sad when I heard, and I find it very tragic, and I am incredibly sorry for his children, I didn’t even shed a tear. And now I feel really, REALLY guilty for that.
Ridiculous, right??
Here’s my weekend dilemma that only you readers can solve:
Dan ALWAYS come up with these weird-ass sayings and claims that everyone has heard them except for me. On an average week, a few hundred of you stop by, so please take 5 seconds and answer the poll.
Gracias!
It’s been a good week for WTF photos. I could probably publish a whole book on just WTF signs … and why do they always seem to be in bathrooms?
This sign comes from a fancy sushi restaurant:
So the question is — did someone really go to the most expensive sushi restaurant in town, head to the ladies room and decide to do pull-ups or something equally as stupid from this bar, and then break it/pull it out of the wall/crack their head open/or something equally as stupid? Because I don’t think you put up a sign like that “just in case.”
As I was shopping for Easter basket stuff this past weekend, I came across these. I know, it’s probably quite telling that my mind went straight to the gutter, but do these look really PHALLIC to anyone else?
It took me a full minute to put the whole ear of corn thing together. (Because I was totally mesmerized and didn’t bother to even read it. HA)
And finally, a WTF find from Sam’s Club. I haven’t bought any Boone’s Farm in over 20 years, but I am fairly certain it costs at least $3.00 a bottle. WTF kind of nasty wine only costs $2.91?
This entire week has been filled with WTF moments, but some of the most entertaining have been from the rodeo (I’m volunteering this year), so expect a recap next week. Rodeo WTF is a whole new ballgame, folks!
P.S. Totally forgot to congratulate my friend Kim on her BIG WIN at my 9
th annual Oscar bash. She won the Golden Biatch by a landslide. The Biatch had some major “work” done this year, so she is looking hotter than ever, especially in her new dress holding her very own little Oscar statue. (And she’s completely recovered from her near death experience thanks to a certain Deucebag!) I’m sure Kim will put her in a place of honor for the next 12 months.
First we had “What’s Scarlett sitting on?” then we enjoyed “What’s Scarlett balancing on her head today?” — now, we proudly present “What the hell does Scarlett have on her feet?”
I recently reconnected with a friend from high school on Facebook, who had the interesting idea of telling people two things he remembered about them.
A pirate family? Why doesn’t daddy have a hat too? Where’s the parrot? Doesn’t this creep your kids out just a little bit? 
(Note: This would have been posted on Wednesday if I had pushed “publish” instead of “save” – argh.)
Did you miss me? I can’t believe it has been a month since I posted. What a loser! Life kind of jumped in and kicked my butt these last few weeks, but that won’t happen again. Here’s a quick recap:
So the Mom 2.0 Summit was incredibly inspiring and thought-provoking and just plain fun. Meeting women who are so talented and successful and doing things on their own terms (and putting faces with blogs that I have been reading for years — even Dooce was there!) reminded me why I started this blog in the first place (almost five years ago!).
And one of the major highlights was — riding in the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile! I rode “shotbun” around downtown Houston, waving at people and acting like a rock star. If you ever get the opportunity, I suggest you take it. Nothing puts a smile on your face like riding in a wiener.
I convinced Amanda (PR maven and new partner in crime) to go along for the ride!