Posts tagged humor
I am making up for a week of no blogging tonight LOL
I haven’t gone through my stats in awhile.
I have 3,222 page views as of…… when I wrote that just now
Some of the interesting google searches that people found me where:
mother f’er blog
chef robert irvine+nude pics -disney -jersey
When searching for “mother f’er blog” apparently you might get my post titled Mother F’er. They went through 7 pages to find me. Must not have been much interesting on the first few pages.
When searching for “yardwork boobs” you apparently might see a post titled Yard Work. I don’t remember flashing my boobs while doing yard work nor even mentioning boobs in the post. I didn’t think so, no boobs there. After doing the search myself I didn’t find it after 25 pages. Damn they were determined to get boobs. After saying boobs this many times I wonder if that will put me in the dirty searches more often now. HA Oh wait, I get it now. One of the images is named “yard work boo boo”. Someone else searched for boo but I didn’t get it. Dumb asses thats not a boob that’s a boo boo on my leg!
Yeah, sorry you won’t find “chef robert irvine naked”. I guess they also had alot of pics come up of disney and jersey to wanna remove them from the search. If I click the link to repeat that seach. It takes me DIRECTLY to my blog. Ummmm WTF!
And BTW quit trying to download my pic labeled “kids-wet-cedar-creek-park.jpg” It doesn’t exist anymore you sickos!
Guess that will teach me to watch how I label stuff. Damn google images searches.
Back to fixing the images on my blog and writing more blog posts along the way By the way, that page 4 mentioned above gets too much traffic I need to fix the pics on that page next! LOL
Sometimes things just happen. In reality I wouldn’t ever want to be on a reality tv show and have my life taped however I do think some of the people I know need 24 hour surveillance just so I can remember details and laugh about it later. Husband is a prime example of someone I want surveillance on. Not because I worry about where he goes, no he just has the funniest shit to say and I can’t ever remember it when I want to.
This is what happens when you do bad things. The swat team wakes you and everyone else up at 6:30 AM and carts your ass off to jail.
This is what happens when you screw with my dog. The teeth are out! Kitty your messing with the wrong dog cause if she doesn’t whoop your ass I will.
This is what happens when you pause the TV and we try to guess what the next word out of the characters mouth will be. Son starts drinking his pop, mom says “boob”, son gets his picture taken.
Have a great weekend!
So here I am to tell you about “The Game”. If you have a teenager in the house you may know about it already.
Those of you reading around my age might recall a game we used to play as kids. You see a punch buggy, you punch whomever is around you in the arm and call out “Yellow Punch Buggy No Punch Backs!” with the color being whatever color the car is. When I was a kid there used to be a lot of these fun punch buggy’s in a car lot which made for a painful ride for whomever forgot about it. That lot doesn’t exist anymore and you don’t see as many of the buggy’s either, but fun still I think.
I am always reminded of that game when my kids bring up “The Game”. So now whenever we see a Punch Buggy not only are you punched “You Lost the Game” meaning the newer game. The subject was brought up when my son saw a colored buggy and proceeded to punch us all in the arm when we were down the Strip District. I told him about the above story and how it reminded me of “The Game”. My oldest daughter proceeded to text friends telling them they lost “The Game”. At first I’m all yeah, whatever. But I find myself playing right along with her. Last time I thought of “The Game” I texted her and told her.
Hmmm maybe I should tell you about the game.
The Game is a mind game where the objective is to avoid thinking about The Game itself. Thinking about The Game constitutes a loss, which, according to the rules of The Game, must be announced each time it occurs. It is impossible to win The Game; players can only attempt to avoid losing for as long as possible. The Game has been described alternately as pointless and infuriating, or as a challenging game that is fun to play.
There are three rules to The Game:
1.Everyone in the world is playing The Game. (Sometimes narrowed to: “Everybody in the world who knows about The Game is playing The Game”, or alternatively, “You are always playing The Game.”)
2.Whenever one thinks about The Game, one loses.
3.Losses must be announced to at least one person (either by using a statement such as “I lost The Game” or by alternative means).
So for those of you who have an inner child or those of you who play here is a fun video. Pass the link to this blog post to your friends or use one of the social sharing links like twitter or facebook to make your friends loose the game too Oh and by the way by reading this post you did loose the game.
Pass this video on to your friends and make them loose the game!
Ok so I am learning you have to watch your mouth around a 14 year old boy. I am a gutter mouth but I don’t always intend to be, especially not with my kids. Do you see where this is going?
Anyway I decided in my theme of missing the beach I would buy a few tropical small tree’s for my front porch. I figured I would just take them inside in the winter. One my daughter picked that looked somewhat like a spider plant. The other I picked was a palm. This one to be exact.
Isn’t it purdy? The only problem with this beautiful palm is that the leaves are prickly. The edges are like pins, pretty sharp.
So we were walking up the porch a few days after I bought it to go into the house. I can’t recall what my son was doing to annoy me but me and my bright brain yelled out, “If you don’t stop I will stick your face in my prickly bush!”. I then proceeded to walk into the house as if nothing happened and plopped onto my comfy blue chair. My son walks in the house and says, “Mom, thats kinda weird.” OMG I didn’t think of it that way. It’s too late. There went my mother of the year award LOL