Friendly Friday

You and your friends may not always agree

On what’s best

But as long as you can agree to be different

It’s all good.

Just don’t eat their face.  Cause that’s not friendly.

(Reposted from another one of my blogs – an old post, but I thought I’d revive it… just for today)

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Twenty-Seven

27. 

For some reason, this number has always caught my eye.

Don’t ask, I have no idea why.

It just does.

Every month, for some reason, I find myself looking forward to the 27th.  Wondering what that day is – if it’s someone’s birthday, or anniversary, or a holiday…

And it almost never is.

Of course, YoungerDaughter’s birthday is on the 27th, but in July.

My anniversary with the ex was on the 27th of June.

The day we bought the house I have now was also on the 27th of June.

And those are the only real occasions I can think of that have anything to do with the 27th of anything.

But still, I just seem to be drawn, inexplicably, to that number.  It’s downright weird.

Yeah, 2 + 7= 9, and 9 is one of my lucky numbers, just as 7 is.  So?  Still doesn’t compute for me.

And yet, here I sit, today… wondering what’s so special about this day.  Today.  January 27th… there’s got to be something, right?

Thoughtful moment:  Sometimes I think I’m really living someone else’s life, just peering through the lens, like in “Being John Malkovich”.  This isn’t really me at the wheel, and I can step out of this if I can only wake up.  Then shit like this might make sense.

Or maybe I’m just completely cracked….. yeah, that could be it.

  Happy Friday, friends!

Punday Funnies

This email I received yesterday was simply too good to pass up on sharing, so…

Enjoy!  And THANKS, SARAH!!

PUNS FOR EDUCATED MINDS [No Groaning]
 
 
1. The roundest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference.  He
acquired his size from too much pi.

2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to
be an optical Aleutian

3. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a
weapon of math disruption.

4. No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.

5. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

6. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum
Blownapart.

7. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

8. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

9. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking
into it.

10. Atheism is a non-prophet organization

11. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway.
     One hat said to the other, “You stay here; I’ll go on a head.”

12. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

13. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: “Keep off the Grass.”

14. The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at
large.

15. The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned
veteran.

16. A backward poet writes inverse.

17. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

17A.  When cannibals ate a doctor, they got a taste of their own medicine.

18. Don’t join dangerous cults: Practice safe sects!

Happy Friday!

Freaky, Fractured, Frazzled Friday

When I was a teen, there used to be a special song on the radio every Friday.  The local radio station would find some obscure, funny, totally off-the-wall tune, and play it as the “Freaky Friday Fractured Frazzled Fuzzy Fast Fun Fabulous Record!”

I… absolutely loved it, of course.

It’s been a while since I heard some of those songs, of course, but, the weirdness goes  on in my heart and in my head.  And so, I give you… Freaky Fractured Frazzled Friday Fotos!

YoungerDaughter finally gave me permission to use this pic on my blog… “but not on Facebook, Mom!”  Well, honey, the blog posts to my facebook page… sorry… ok, maybe not.  I think it’s a good picture anyway!  This was from our mother/daughter movie night, when we were watching the Princess Diaries 2!  No, you don’t get to see me in a tiara.  That picture was scrapped.  Ha.

The next picture?  From the same night!  This is YoungerDaughter again, only this time, she was giggling like a mad-woman, and hollering out “I’m an ameoba!”  So, I did what any sensible mother would do…

I grabbed her by her feet and pulled her down the hallway on her back.

Younger screamed so loud, I thought she was going to wake the neighbors, but when I stopped, she hollered for me to “Do it again, Mom!  That was FUN!”  So… I spun her around, and dragged her down the hallway, the other way.  *shrug* What else would you have done?

This was OnlySon’s face when I told him we were going to get Dairy Queen the other night.

Can you tell we don’t go to DQ often?

Well, actually, it was kind of a shock, since we’d already had McDonald’s for supper.  We were celebrating OnlySon bringing his math grade up out of the cellar, from an F, to a respectable C.  Hey, I suck at math.  This is an accomplishment in my eyes.

This picture, well, I just thought it was kind of cool.  I took it through my windshield at the park the other day.  It was raining pretty hard at one point, and in spots, the water was over the streets here in town.  I didn’t get any pictures of that, though, because I was driving back to work, and couldn’t stop to snap any shots.

  It kind of described my mood at that point, as I was in a rather melancholy moment right then.

But!  I got over it….. as the next picture shows fairly clearly!

Mmmmm….caaaakkkkeee…

Ok, so there’s no frosting on it here… but I promise, it’s DELICIOUS and CHOCOLATEY.

It’s Texas Chocolate Cake, and an old family scratch-baking recipe.  This is the cake that my kids ask for on every birthday… it’s the cake that my dad always wants me to bring on the holidays, and it’s what I’m taking to the office this afternoon as a treat for my co-workers.

There will be frosting… oh yes, there WILL be frosting.  Homemade Chocolate Chip frosting.  

And of course, since it’s from Texas *wink, wink, Mark*… there are NO CALORIES in this cake or the frosting!  Ohhhh, so sorry, Mark…. FedEx won’t let me ship the cake… something about it being perishable?? Or maybe it’s the whole “death by chocolate” threat?? Oh well… MORE FOR ME!

Happy Friday, my friends!  And may all your Fridays – be FREAKY FRIDAYS!

Snark Week~ April 2011

This week has been something else…

It all started off with…

Oh, who gives a rip how it started!

It’s SNARK WEEK!

I’ve been in rather an obnoxious mood lately, and posted to my Facebook wall that I was declaring it Snark Week…

Which is like Shark Week.. only with more teeth.

Seems like all my friends decided that it was a pretty good idea, and immediately jumped on the bandwagon! 

Snipes and potshots have been taken randomly at work.  Nothing permanently tragic, or maliciously damaging, just good, sarcastic burns and comments.  Venting vicariously, if you will.

And, of course, since today is Friday, I have to come up with something really good to finish off the Week of the Snark. 

My brain is swimming furiously, circling and playing the Da-dum Da-dum da da dadadadada music.  Snark in the water.

I have, in my arsenal of sarcasm, what one of my co-workers calls my “evil little laugh”.  My voice lowers, and it’s more of a chortle than a full-out laugh or snicker.  I’ve been chortling, chuckling and snickering all day.

It’s hard to describe just what has occurred throughout the week, because without the context, it’s hard to understand the content and consequences.  But, suffice to say, it’s been a week full of “evil little laughter”.  And not just my own.  I’ve been the butt of the jokes too, and laughed it off in good humor when the strike hit.

One of my favorite authors, Robert Fulghum, wrote a post yesterday about being 6 forever.  He reminds me that to act childlike isn’t necessarily to be childish.  You can have the fun, without the malice.  It’s all in your perspective and how you present yourself.  Sarcasm, 6-year old style, without the bitter bite that adulthood and years of disappointment and recrimination often bring to the table.

Please read this:  Robert Fulghum’s Blog 

Falling into the sar-chasm once in a while doesn’t have to hurt.  Sometimes?  It’s just funny.

And I didn’t even blame Tawanda once.  Hunh.

Random Friday Funnies

 

Yeah, this one is pretty much true, especially lately.

So… who’s that peeking out from behind the clouds?? Could it be…….. SAAATAANN?? Church lady, I miss you!

Check the flavors of these fine beverages, folks!

Powdered horse milk…. notice, on the bottom it says “no ponies…” HUNH??

It’s kinda scary… when frogs go kosher…

Laura… here’s yer new man!  J needs to take notes!

Cute, but psycho… hunh, I think I resemble that remark.