Ha!

I saw a chick wearing something similar today! Nice!

Poor, Poor W.

He will be missed, and here is why:

Show Me Your "Sexy"

John was washing the car and I had the camera out and told him to give me a pose. This is what he came up with.

I Love My Husband: Number 4

This commercial plays on the television, and it does not matter what John is in the process of doing. He could be cleaning, eating, watching a show, playing with Evan, and he will still drop what he is doing, jump up and do a little dance. But his version is not G-rated. He cracks me up on a daily basis.

"Run Like Hell" Makes Me Sad As Hell

I want to do this. But there is no way we can meet the deadline in time. And I am not ready for any sort of run. I asked John and he wants to also, so I guess the plan is to gather some stuff for next year's "Run Like Hell" event for Cystic Fibrosis. I can think of nothing more fun to do than to run through a cemetary in Halloween costume for charity. It's only a 5K. Easy-Peasy.

The Carnival Ride

Picture clowns and cotton candy and calliope music. No we did not go to the fair. Or carnival, or amusement park, for that matter. I am speaking of my husband's car. Yes, my husband's, since I bought the new one.

Here is how this went down: I was on the way home from work in the piece of crappola. It started suddenly pulling to the side and bouncing and doing all sorts of weird stuff, so I pulled over, thinking I had a blow out. Nope, the tires were all fine. So I finish the drive home, and that was the day I went and looked at the Caliber. John has continued to drive the little Kia, as most of his driving is minor stuff compared to mine.

I'm not sure how it happened because we have since then been driving the Caliber for the things we do together as a family, but somehow, Evan rode in the Kia with John. I must have been at work with the new car or something, but anyhow...

Evan told me yesterday as we were getting ready to eat dinner about his ride in Daddy's car.

"Mommy, It was like being on a RIDE at the FAIR!" I choked on my Diet Mt. Dew, and fought back the laughter while he explained just how much fun it is to ride in Daddy's car.

So now I am going to have to take the Kia to be diagnosed. Once it is fixed, and it is no longer fun to ride in, Evan will be so disappointed.

My Rant About Jealousy

Before you click "play" on this video, I have to give you some background info. Over the Summer of Hell, when John, Evan and I were all struggling, we had some neighbors (Not you, Jon and Trish!) who acted as if they were our best friends. They would bring their children over to our house to play, come over nightly to play cards, etc. But then I started working again, and it all stopped. But not only did all of that stop, but then these rumors started flying around about me. It became an awful mess of childish craziness. I could not put my finger on what I had done to these people. I racked my brain for that answer, and the only event I can trace the change back to was the start of my job. We were poor for 3 months, and that was great. But then I am making money again. Putting my life back together. We moved into this house, and I catch them walking by here all the time, gawking. Well yesterday, they got the pleasure of seeing a brand new car in the driveway. I am sure some rumors will swirl around about this now.

So okay, here's the deal: I earned what I have. And to the people who want to begrudge me of what I have or will have, I will say this: While you were sitting on your ass, complaining about the life you have or do not have, I was working myself into a stupor in order to change my life. If you want to tell your children to be mean and cruel to my child because he goes to school in brand new Jordans instead of the buddies from the dollar store, then you need to realize something. Every designer label my son wears is backed up by hours of my time: Hours studying, hours worrying about licensure and credentials and improving my status in life, and hours at a job in which I am responsible for the lives of others. If you want to stalk my house and stare at us while we are just trying to live our lives, I am going to stop looking at that as a negative and see it as a compliment. I worked for it.

So this little clip from Katt Williams, taken from American Hustle, while totally hilarious, actually has quite a bit of truth to it. Preach!

wtf

I found this on Candice.Capitalism.Conan. and literally cracked up laughing. Are these people serious? I mean, really serious? This has to be a joke. Just watch it and you will see what I mean. But why did it remind me of this? WARNING: F-Bomb coming up!