“What the f*ck?” Wednesday

This is my 73rd “WTF? Wednesday” post … and amazingly, it’s the first one that is about me. Although I guess it would be kind of sad to be disgusted with your own ridiculousness more than once or twice a year.

So, here’s the story. In an effort to reduce expenses (and lessen frustration), I decided to switch our Internet and TV service to AT&T. They offer several ways to save money, including consolidating services. After taking stock of our current accounts, here is what I discovered … we have a sh*tload of phone numbers.

  1. The home phone
  2. Rhonda personal cell
  3. Dan personal cell
  4. Rhonda business cell
  5. Dan business cell
  6. Rhonda home office phone
  7. Dan home office phone
  8. Rhonda home office fax
  9. Dan home office fax

If you add my business office phone to the list, I have a total of 6 phone numbers and Dan has 5.

WTF is wrong with us? Why do we have so many phones? I can’t even tell you that last time one of us used the damn fax machine. Alexander Graham Bell is probably turning over in his grave.

And the really ridiculous part is that you can probably only reach me 50% of the time regardless of how many phones I have.

— The B.S. Cafe is now serving … 867-5309.

P.S. The answer to your most burning question — “What’s Scarlett sitting on today?” — is …

What’s Scarlett sitting on today?

This is the new version of Where’s Waldo? at our house. What is Scarlett sitting in/on today?

A computer keyboard?


The breakfast table?


A bucket? (how very Anne Geddes of her!)


A basket?


Stay tuned … you never know where she will turn up. Leave a comment and tell me where you think Scarlett will sit next!

— The B.S. Cafe is now serving Blog Post #300. Hard to believe I’ve had that much to say over the past 2-1/2 years!

“What the f*ck?” Wednesday

I really don’t know where to start… so many things have made me think “what the f*ck?!” this week.

1. From my personal life …. WTF is up with the manager at the Range Rover dealership acting like he didn’t receive any of the 5 messages Dan and I have left for him over the last three weeks? He blank-faced said “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Really? Are you sure? Cause the message had your name on it. Has there been some catastrophic mishap with your phone system?

2. The ending of The Bachelor. WTF WTF WTF? I really don’t know what I think, or if I even care, but I was shocked that Jason seemed like a nice, normal person … and he wound up being more of a train wreck than most of the others. And he dragged his 3-year-old son into the mud with him. That was BS.

3. Kami (a “dancer”) who left Rock of Love Bus 3 because she couldn’t handle Bret being with other women. WTF? Hello idiot girl, did you not watch the first two seasons? The whole point is for Bret to be with other girls…lots and lots of other girls. And I find it extra interesting that you think a rock star (that term is used loosely in this instance) is not going to ho around with a bunch of skanks when they are all thrown together on a bus.

4. Then there was this lady at lunch. You have to look really closely (as this was taken on the DL with my iPhone) to see that this woman is wearing zebra panties under these white pants. I promise it was VERY noticeable in person. WTF, lady? Who does that? This isn’t Rock of Love Bus … it’s friggin noon at Party City for f*ck’s sake!

— The B.S. Cafe is now serving crazy pills. (An extra one for you, Stasa.)

Take that evil, theiving Coke machine!

I’ve been in a major battle with the Coke machine since the day I started working here. It’s probably stolen $20 from me over the past eight months (the funny part is that it occasionally gives me money too. It’s a love/hate thing we have going), but because I would have to walk all the way to the other side of campus to get a refund from the cafeteria (a good 10-minute hike), I’d rather just complain about it. In January, I decided to start keeping track and recently posted a tally in a common area.

Today, a little homemade envelope showed up at the bottom of my tally.


Isn’t that nice? So far, I have collected 35 cents. Woohoo.

–The B.S. Cafe is currently serving Pepsi.

Monday Fun

The sky is falling at AIG again today, so I don’t have time to blog blog. However, here are a few things for your amusement.

Check out the Cakewrecks blog … it had me in tears last week. The “fan favorites” (in the sidebar) are the best. I especially loved Naked Mohawk Baby Carrot Jockeys.

From the Rodeo Cookoff on Friday night (more on this later):


WTF? I don’t care if this is a rodeo, under no circumstances am I going into a door marked “heifer.” You can bite me, Mr. Porto-Sign-Maker.

“What the f*ck?” Wednesday



I would like to know who DOESN’T use bathroom tissue?

Did the people who previously sent back this survey ask for an “opt out” on the bathroom tissue category?

And if someone doesn’t use bathroom tissue, do we really want their survey back in the first place?

What other hygiene products do they find useless? Soap? Water?


— The B.S. Cafe is too grossed out to serve anything today!

I heart contractors?

Dear Michael:
You seemed like a very nice person, but I think we should start out with a “Best” or a “Thanks.” As much as I appreciate you unclogging my kitchen sink, I just don’t like you like that.

It’s not you, it’s me.
Friends 4-ever,
Rhonda

— The B.S. Cafe is now serving awkward crushes.

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday to my fabulous husband Dan! We celebrated with a trip to Max’s Wine Dive last night with a few close friends. (Because nothing says “it’s your day” like hamburgers and wine.) Today, he gets to sleep in, which is probably the best gift you can give around here. I love you, baby!


It’s also the birthday of Halle, my best friend from high school. Happy birthday, Hal! Sushi this week … on me!

It’s been a crazy weekend … going-away parties (I’ll miss you, Kara!), kid birthday parties (happy 3rd, Cole!), Dan’s birthday and now, the Oscars. I have a few friends coming over to watch. And, of course, the highly coveted Golden Biatch will be bestowed upon some lucky girl for the next year. Personally, I’m excited to see Hugh Jackman as host. Could he be any hotter?

— The B.S. Cafe is now serving birthday cake.

Cuteness abounds … then retreats

I have found myself a bit overwhelmed by Anabella lately. One moment she is sweetest, most adorable child ever. The next, I expect her head to do a 360 in some crazy Linda-Blair-style rampage.

Cute stuff
She was very excited about Valentine’s Day, so we spent Friday night slowly going through all the valentines she received in her MDO program. We made valentine cards for everyone in the family on Saturday, and Sunday we spent several hours decorating cookies for a tea party we hosted yesterday for a few of her friends.


Look at those cute little tea cups. And she sweetly poured tea for everyone (including mommy) and made sure their cups stayed filled.

Not-so-cute stuff
At some point, she snuck into my bedroom and squirted toothpaste all over the carpet again. (And no, I hadn’t taken Bee and Kim’s advice and switched to white yet!)

She threw temper tantrums at nap and bedtime every day this weekend … six total, since I had yesterday off. (I can’t tell you how glad I am not to be home for nap time today!)

She also somehow managed to get her hand on some kiddie scissors and decided to give her sister a haircut. Luckily she only trimmed one perfect lock of hair. (Right at the root though! I can only imagine the damage that could have been done.) But I am going to throw it in the baby book and call it “Baby’s first haircut.” That will be a good story for later, right?

— The B.S. Cafe is now serving patience. Lots of patience.

“What the F*ck?” Wednesday

My entire department went to volunteer at the Houston Food Bank yesterday, where we spent three hours sorting boxes of donated food. Some of the stuff was truly disgusting (such as cans that had busted open and had nasty, moldy contents seeping out of them), and some was just weird (like an entire box full of fortune cookies, soy sauce and rice noodles), but nothing was more disturbing than this … which, of course, was in one of MY boxes.


WTF, people? This is called the FOOD Bank, not the Hygiene Bank. Please continue to donate your cranberry sauce, salad dressing and canned veggies (and lots of those little containers of fruit)…. but keep the extra personal products to yourself. We really don’t need to see that.

Good thing I was wearing those gloves.

— The B.S. Cafe is now serving that not-so-fresh feeling.