It's Wednesday, Wednesday, ya gotta get down on Wednesday

Whussup, amigos? Long time, no speak. I've been a busy little beaver lately, but I want you to know that just because I can't update the OOBH as often as I used to, I still love you from the bottom of my boogety-boogety shoe. No, seriously. I love you like I love tacos.

(In case you didn't know, that's a lot -- I eat the hell out of some tacos any chance I get!)

Okay... so I've already mentioned beavers and tacos in the first two seconds of this post. I'd say we're off to a rip-roaring start! Tra-LA!

Things are okay with me, thanks for askin'. I've been in a bit of a funk for the past week or so, but nothing that some sunshine and warm weather wouldn't fix. This winter is kicking my ass! Here it is, April 6th, and I still see nothing but snow and brown, muddy earth in my yard. It has also been colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra, and I'm just so sick of being cold. I've been battling a cold and generally just feeling uninspired and as far from energetic as humanly possible. Yep... definitely slumpy.

The good news is that I've been collecting funnies as usual, and I will now dispense them in the hopes that they jar some funny loose and make us all smile. It's worth a shot, right? Here goes:

I want this hat:

(Looks like it would go well with tacos!)

As always, thanks for reading the OOBH. Hopefully I will be back to my usual bevtastic ways pronto. In the meantime, I'm going to go hunt down some tacos for lunch... because YES, I am the highly-impressionable type. :)

xo

Download Folder Clean-Out Time!

Heya peeps! How's it hangin'? I'm okay, still recuperating at home from my surprise Appendectomy last Friday. I apologize that I didn't get a post-Grammy post written for you this week, but I just wasn't feeling up to it. Also, the show was super lame and boring, yes? I didn't know who half the performers were and found it amusing that during the two and a half hours that I sorta-watched the show, I only saw about four awards get handed out. LA-HAAAAME.


I think it would have been surprising if Lady Gaga HAD NOT arrived in a huge plastic egg, right?

This has been quite a week. I feel better and the pain isn't as bad as the doctor said it would be, but it does flare up when I'm least expecting it. I'll think I'm doing great when all of a sudden my wounds get all stabby and I need to sit down, fast.

Today was the first day since last Thursday that I was able to get up and drive my kids to school all by myself, and then I decided to be an overachiever and stop at the garage to get my car inspected and have an oil change. Then I did a phone interview for one of my freelance jobs and cleaned the toilets (they were nasty and no one in my house seems to see/smell/notice the nastiness). Yes, I AM a Glam Gal! So?

By 10:30 AM I was POOPED! Stick a fork in me, I'm done! I popped a couple Vicodin and took myself a snooze on the couch. Btw, Vicodin is terrific stuff. I had to switch meds yesterday because apparently my body is not as big a fan of Percocet as my brain is. Ohai, rash! Thank goodness there is no shortage of prescription pain relief on the market.

Okay, enough about me and my dream of doing nothing, on to today's pitcher-post!

As you know, I love to cruise the internet in search of funny shizz for my BOOBHs, and when I find something I tend to stash it away for a day when I'm not at my most articulate. That day is today.

TEEKLES!

I gotz mad flowers in exchange for losing a body part, yo. Two more deliveries today!

Is it cold in here, H&M?

Hello, Royal Subjects!

Did you guys know that Spencer Gifts is basically a sex shop now? Well, it is. Also, I'm really looking forward to July 11th.

I liked his bumper sticker.

Thank you, Empathy Bear. I appreciate that.

My puppy is apparently not a big Elmo fan.

Ah, pictures. They're worth a thousand words. A thousand! That's a lot.

One last thing--my first feature Oddee article is going to be published this Saturday, so please keep an eye out for it. Remember, every time you click on one of my story links I'll earn a fraction of a cent! Woohoo! Also, an angel will get his wings and a puppy will get a Milkbone and a belly rub. What, do you hate angels and puppies? Of course not. So clicky. (But not now. Saturday.)

Latah!

When Wordless Wednesday meets From the Vault

Hump Day -- the perfect day to go through the photos from the past weeks and months and share them with my BOOBHs. I didn't realize how long it had been since I've done one of these posts!

They may look cute, but they've been in the toilet.

Thanksgiving pre-game prep

This is how my blond, blue-eyed son sees himself.  NTTAWWT.*

Mala made me this ornament in 1998.  <3

The bad news:  I had a PET scan last week as part of my annual witch Cancer Hunt.  The good news: it was negative!

R2 is happy to see you!

These next few are from our local ski hill's Oktoberfest event:

Raise your hand if you have to pee!

Why hello, cowboy.

Bang!

Owls, dude.  they're everywhere.

This cookie is bigger than my head.

Check out this guy's giant horn.

Face painting BEFORE

Face painting AFTER!

Drunk with power (?)after winning the dance competition (no, really), Jim entered the stein-holding contest.  The competition was stiff!

Scary ski mountain mascots

He really commits.

And now the Pièce de résistance!

The other day Jim was puttering around the house when he decided to swap out a picture in a frame he had in his man cave.  Under the poster, he found this:

Clicky clicky.

I was twenty, in my Sophomore year at UVM, and pretty much all of the important things in my life (at that time) are represented here in pictures:

My two best high school friends who shared my fondness for bad horror flicks, empty calories, and later, horrifying our parents with pink champagne-fueled belly piercing incidents.  That pic of C (lower left) was taken the night when I lost my panties.  Oops.

My college friend with benefits, K.  Oh, what benefits.... The mud fight at Davis Hall.  My friend's dopey boyfriend (the blond dude) who was present in just about all of our pictures from that year... and none after that.  My parents when they both had hair.  My sister and me in our fabulous sleep wear.  I think it's funny that in my sister's college graduation photo my mom and I are standing the exact same way.

It was so neat to see these pics all in one place like this.  Talk about a time capsule - I don't think I could have made a more all-encompassing "My life in one year" collage if I had tried.

There you have it!  WW meets FTV.  Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. 

XO
Bev

* Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Wordless Wednesday: People Watching

I love people watching. I'm one of those freaks who can just sit on a bench and ogle passersby for hours. Yes, I am easily amused... and?

Here's a little social experiment in which they screwed with people walking on a city sidewalk just to see what they'd do.  People watching to the Nth degree.  I find this video to be oddly relaxing.  :)

People Watching Plus from Rune Madsen on Vimeo.


Wonder what else they could make people do?

Happy Humping Day!

Wordless Wednesday: Pole Dancing

Oh my, what a busy day I've had!  I've been running around all day getting shizz accomplished, but never fear -- I have not forgotten my darling bloggy buddies.  Never!  I've got a few funnies for you and then a super hot pole dancing video.

Heh heh.  You'll see....

But first, the funnies!  Most of these are from HaHaStop.com.

Quite possibly the most awesome haircut EVER.

Not to sound paranoid, but I think my GPS is trying to kill me. Last week it got all turned around and the little cartoon car was actually in the middle of the river, yet the robotic voice kept saying, "When possible, make a U-Turn." How am I supposed to turn around when I'm floating in the Merrimack River, GPS??  How, damn it?

Ahem. Anyway. How about a super hot pole dancing video?

 HA HA! Gotcha. :)

Pretty amazing though, right?


That's it for now, my lovelies! Catch ya' tomorrow.
XOXO

Hump Day Funnies

Greetings, people of the interwebz! It's Wednesday and I'm in a rather foul mood. Again. It might have something to do with the fact that my kid keeps waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn, so I'm beat.  Or perhaps it's because I had to go head-to-head with my older son's teacher yesterday after he got in trouble for yawning in class yesterday. Yes, yawning.  Ummm, WTF?

Listen, D, I know you're only seven, but could you PLEASE try to be more robotic? It would make life in grammar school much easier for all of us.  Mkay, thaaaaaanks!

*eye roll*

If you're looking for trouble, you found it.

After I fired off a "What the fucking fuck is the meaning of this?" email the teacher called and spoke to Jim about it. Long story short, she agreed that maybe she shouldn't be riding a 2nd grader like Secretariat and we agreed not to call the principal and complain about her. So now everybody's happy... ish. But we'll be keeping a close eye on things from now on.

Anyhooters, I could use a good chuckle, couldn't you? Allow me to display some of the gems I've unearthed during my usual internet wanderings lately. I think we'll both feel better afterwards.

NTTAWWT

*snicker*

I am Batman.  Er... Catman.

Auto-fill fail.

This is my favorite: movies associated with each state in the U.S.  What About Bob?  I'll take it!  I thought they'd go with the obvious choice of On Golden Pond, but whatevs.  What did you get?

(Click to enlarge.... that's what she said!)

There. I *do* feel a little better. Hope you do, too. :)

Have a great Hump Day!

* In space terms that's about a half a million miles.