Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Dear People For Whom I Am Housesitting: Volume 2

Dear People For Whom I Am Housesitting,

Whoo hooo, I'm house-sitting again!  This is great, but seriously...Why did you invite me back?
I know.  You're related to me, and as we've all learned from that Davidian Sect...INBREEDING IS WHERE ALL THE LOYALTY'S AT.
Sorry.
Was that too much? 
*sigh*

Whatevs.
Anyways.... I thought about reminding you of what happened the last time I house-sat, because I’m clearly not up to the challenge of responsibility.  But then I remembered that I currently live in my old childhood bedroom in my parent’s house.
So...of COURSE I'll house-sit your house-ness and your animals and safeguard all your valuables and...yeah…all that stuff...AGAIN....UNSUPERVISED, despite my previously established irresponsibility **.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

As per usual when I'm in charge, many interesting things happened whilst you were gone but NONE of which demonstrate irresponsibility on my part including, but not limited to:
1) Who exactly was in charge of the garbage bins?  That part was unclear.  And, in fairness, the garbage bins that appeared on the curb on garbage day were super, totally, like, for real, similar to the ones that were collecting your garbage in "general" and which used to be in your side yard.  And, they were very similar to your own...only they never reappeared.  It should be noted that, according to the movie ‘Men In Black’, some aliens feed on garbage, so I wouldn’t entirely rule that out as a possibility for this garbagecan=-napping...especially in lieu of blaming me.

2) I may have accidentally downloaded some soft core porn on your Netflix account.   A few things of note here: First of all, what qualifies as “porn” EXACTLY?  I mean, I think you may need to lower your standards-just speaking in generalities for no real specific reason or anything.  And also, *SIDE NOTE*, I was rather innocently searching for the most recent episode of Tori Spelling’s latest reality show (Donna Martin 4 EVA!!!) , for which I may have entered  a combination of words that inadvertently led to pornographic videos.  THROUGH NO FAULT OF MY OWN.  Who knew Donna Martin was into kink?!  NOT ME.

3) One of the Guinea Pigs disappeared.  Nevermind, I found it.

4) That incident where the alarm went off did NOT happen because I forgot the code and decided it would be a good idea to crawl in through the deceptively large appearing kitchen window.  In my defense, time has not been kind to my hips, as it turns out…but that’s neither here nor there since this all happened while I was out running a FIVE MILE marathon with your dog and thus was totally not my fault….since I wasn’t there and all.

5) The other Guinea Pig disappeared.  Nevermind, I replaced it found it.

6) OH! You have plants!  Those probably could have used some water.  I didn't notice though, on account of how I kept the blinds drawn to preserve energy whilst using the air conditioner because I'm SUPER responsible about energy use.


**See here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, & here for further evidence of my irresponsibility...

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Wordy Wednesdays: Man Meat

Learned another new word this week y'all:  Man Meat.

Need to hear it in a sentence?  ALLOW ME....

Me (to my client): So, remember how I kept nagging you about birth control?
Client: Yeah.
Me: And I was all, like, "you should probably use it or you'll end up with a baby" and you were all, like, "I don't need it, I'M GOOD".
Client: Yeah...So?
Me: And then you got pregnant anyways...
Client: *blank stare*
Me: So, then you, like, gave birth?
Client: *blank stare*
Me: To a baby...you know (pointing to said baby sleeping in stroller over yonder).
Client: *more blank staring only now with skepticism and disbelief*
Me: So I'd like to revisit the birth control conversation. On account of how you don't actually have any income or parenting skills to speak of and since child welfare is all up in your craw about you not really taking care of the kid you already have that they want to take away this one...
Client: Oh, you mean like birth control pills.
Me: I think you should probably use them. 
Client: I don't want to put poison in my body.  My body is a temple.
Me: (Ignoring the "FAMILY SIZE" bag of Flaming Cheetos) Ok, well there's always condoms.
Client: Oh no, I don't like anything on my man meat.
Me: *blank stare* What?
Client: *reciprocal blank stare* What?
Me: I'm sorry, did you just say 'man meat'?
Client: Yeah, man meat.  I like it plain.
Me: OK.  Um...Well, I guess I have no idea what to say to that.
Client: See?  How do you like it?  I mean, do you like your man meat all wrapped up an' shit?
Me: I think you may actually have a point.
Client: Thank you.
Me:  I'm unsure of how to proceed from here.
Client: You could offer to buy me a cookie.
Me: No.
Client: Fine, whatever.  I don't need your cookie.  I have my man meat.

Aaaand, lest you think I'd let my good friend Google off the hook....

May I present to you: Man Meat



Monday, August 4, 2014

How To Avoid Commitment...

When attempting to avoid a date is best to have an excuse that you can blame on OTHERS...



OR to at least have a "reasonable" religious excuse...

 
 
 
FYI, that's what I went with...When all else fails, blame Jesus.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Texy Tuesdays: Dating FAIL

My friend Rachel is sweet...its not her fault that I am a helpless loser...

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Texy Tuesdays: Awkward Autocorrect Fails

Yeah, I said Autocorrect fails in the plural sense--as in more than one fail.

I'm sure you're SO surprised that lil ole me has used inappropriate words so much that autocorrect now makes really EMBARRASSING corrections that I don't notice until after I hit "SEND"

SURPRISE.

Seriously though, WTF autocorrect?

WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BITCH?

I feel like autocorrect is like that really hot side piece that you don't want your main piece to know about only it can't keep it's damn mouth shut about anything so it keeps ratting you out to your friends and before you know it EVERYONE knows all your business. 

I know y'all know what that's like you sluts you.

Recently my coworkers & I scheduled a Dim Sum lunch date. 

I was particularly looking forward to the pork buns. 

So much so that I skipped breakfast, AND my mid-morning snack AND my mid-mid-morning snack so that I could save room for the pork buns.

As the agreed upon time approached one coworker was missing in action.

Eager to indulge my love of pork buns I was approaching the state of HANGRY.

Hangry=when you get so hungry your blood sugar drops & you become simultaneously hungry AND angry.

Hungry + Angry=HANGRY

So I texted her to see WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG.




Said coworker arrived shortly thereafter...

Me: OMG, sorry dude.
Coworker: How many times do you have to use the word "porn" exactly before autocorrect just assumes that's what you mean when you enter "P-O-R" into your phone?
Me: Well...
Coworker: Because for me it would automatically correct that to be "PORK", not "PORN"...
Me: Well, I guess that's what we would call a difference in priorities...


Then there was this time...
 
I just can't win.
 
Fucking autocorrect.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Wordy Wednesdays: Wednesdays....WORD.

New blog feature! 

Need a minute to recover from the excitement? 

Ok.








Ready?

Great.

Occasionally I will post a new word I learned.

I will post this on a WEDNESDAY because alliterations are awesome and I'm desperate for any kind of gimmick that will make people want to read my blog....

Wednesdays Word is: DENTAL DAM.

I learned this new word at work (of course), via my favorite cubby mate-we share a row which totally makes us, like, total BFF's y'all...especially because I'm socially awkward and making actual BFF's is damn near impossible when you're afraid of, like, all people....

Your word, my friends is: DENTAL DAM.

Imma give you a minute to look it up...I recommend you Google it, but be careful to ensure that you click on "images" before hitting the "google search" button. 

Trust me.

I know of this which I speak.

Go ahead.  I'll wait....

Sorry, I couldn't wait....OMG LOOK:


I just...

There's no telling, y'all...the internet is just not a safe place. 

And then there's this...

 
I don't even want to know what's going on here...
 
Lest you googled "dental dam" for the purposes of aversion therapy there's this image that should make your vagina recoil:


I also found this:


Sorry, my friend, it's not your FINGERS that are supposed to trigger your gag...unless this is how you pre-game? Also, good job with the sunglasses though...no one will EVER recognize you that way...Genius.

But for God's sake, don't SWALLOW...
 
 
 
Even the Pope himself is a fan....
 
 
 
Oh Google....you so crazy. 
 
Lest you think I'm anti-dental dam...

 
 
Ok, I'm SORRY but if that doesn't make you want to go out and shove someone's dick in your mouth then-ugh, I CANNOT HELP YOU and this whole blog is a giant WASTE OF MY TIME.
 


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

My birthday happened, again. 

Someone is OVERWHELMED.

 

I asked for two things for my special day: a cake & some tequila sangria. 

This was my cake (note the fingerprints).


I wonder which SOMEONE helped themselves?

 


It's a mystery.

But WHO CARES because I found this giant vat of tequila sangria in my sisters fridge....

I said, "Oh shit!  Who else is coming?"

She replied, "No one...that's for you."

*sigh*

My sister...she really gets me.

I did NOT let my 2 year old niece have any...I SWEAR.



As usual, my little town threw a parade in my honor.

OH, town...you shouldn't have.



You especially shouldn't have this...

 



Um...What IS this anyways?





Is that Roy Orbison?

NO matter.  I'm too drunk to care anyways...

Friday, June 27, 2014

Conversations: My Niece

This is a conversation I had with my niece, whom I shall call "Niece" and who is 4 and half.

For 4.5 years I have been telling her that the 4th of July parade we go to each year is thrown for ME, in MY honor, to celebrate MY birthday. 

This year for the first time, that lie has backfired. 

More proof that getting old SUCKS ASS.

Me: You know what’s happening in two weeks?

Niece: Christmas!

Me: What?  No dude, it’s June. 

Niece: Ice cream!

Me: No, better.

Niece: *blank stare*

Me: My birthday!

Niece: Again?

Me: What do you mean again?

Niece: Aren’t you old enough yet?

Me: I deeply resent that but it’s ok, you can make it up to me by getting me something awesome for my birthday.

Niece: I know!  For your birthday, I will get you three packages that you can mail to me!

Me: What?  How does that even work?

Niece: I don’t know, but you could just do it ok?

Me: Whatever. That’s lame.  It’s my birthday, I’m supposed to get the packages, not you.

Niece: Well, you get the parade.

Me: Dammit.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Man Eating Vaginas, Magical Penises & Cat Murderers: NSFW

In case you live in a cave or are blind you missed the most awesome vagina story EVER this week.

Some moron an American exchange student got trapped in a giant vagina whilst touring Germany.

Need a visual?

ALLOW ME....


What's that, you say?

Hard to tell that this otherwise unassuming young man is trapped in a giant vagina sculpture? 

ALLOW ME....

The offending vagina:


Confused?

So was he.  Apparently.  Which is why he though he could crawl all up in there and find the Holy Land.

So am I, frankly.

I mean, what the hell kind of vagina is that?

Does YOUR vagina look like that?

ME NEITHER.

Has the artist who created this sculpture ever actually SEEN a human female vagina?

*sigh* I DIGRESS.

The REAL story here is what happened after I became obsessed with vaginas over the weekend.

Frankly, this whole "GIANT VAGINA TRAPS MAN!!!!" sensation that swept the internet TOTALLY kept me from doing any real work whatsoever.

Damn those giant man trapping vaginas.

(FYI: the whole purpose of this particular blog entry is to use the word "VAGINA" as much as is possible in one blog post...YOU'RE WELCOME)

So, naturally, I spent an inordinate amount of time this week googling vaginas.

Didn't you?

You would be surprised at how many people have done strange things to their nether regions and then taken pictures of them which they posted on the internets.

Or, maybe you wouldn't--WHO AM I TO JUDGE.

Either way, I strongly suggest you take moment to google, "GIANT MAN TRAPPING VAGINA"

I found the following...


I know.

I hardly know where to begin. 

Let's begin with magical penises, shall we?  THIS picture is of Huang Jianjun, of Guangzhou Guangdong Province, China *insert boring picture here*:



He apparently has a very special penis which traps ghosts. Or at least so he said to a woman who withheld her nether regions on account of how they are haunted.  

Haunted vagina INDEED...Clever gal.

Here's a picture of a man posing with dead "pussy's" for no real reason except that when you google "giant man eating vagina" you risk getting pictures of cats as a metaphor for vaginas....and sadist cat murderers, apparently. 


 I could go on for DAYS people.

DAYS.

*sigh*

God Bless the internet.


Thursday, June 19, 2014

Pee Problems.

Took my sister's youngest to the water park recently. 

The day began with my sister dropping her two youngest off on my porch with a few bags full of swim stuff hollering behind her as she bolted like the devil for her car walked calmly back to her vehicle, "Have fun!"

After feeding them both lunch, I went to put the swimsuit on the 2 year old when it occurred to me that she wears diapers.

Having spilled many a beer on my own lap I am familiar at this point with the laws of absorption, therefore I knew I couldn't put her swimsuit OVER her diaper, but I figured there must be some genius somewhere who'd created a solution.

Sure enough.

Enter: the Swim Diaper.

A diaper with apparently SUPER diaper powers.

To absorb PEE.

Buuuut....my sister didn't have one of those. 

Don't worry, she said when I called her--swim bottoms in one hand, wriggling half naked baby in the other--to ask, "WHERE ARE THE SWIM DIAPERS?!"

"Oh," she says.  "You can buy them at the park for $3."

WTF.

I am not buying a glorified wad of cotton to shove in between a toddlers legs so as to absorb PEE at a WATER PARK for $3.

That's highway robbery y'all.

We're going to a WATER park...where she'll be in a POOL OF WATER*.

So I put the swim bottoms on sans ANYTHING and extracted a promise from her to NOT pee in my car EN ROUTE to the waterpark.

I know. 

Sometimes I also like to hold scissors and run at the same time too.

I'm kind of a rebel like that.

 None the less, there I was at the water park with said child tolerating the squealing enjoying the day when I hear....

"I go pee."

I turn around, "What?"

She repeats, "I go pee," this time pointing helpfully at the puddle by her feet.

"I go pee," she says helpfully pointing.


*OH SHUT UP.  I know y'all done peed in the shower/bath/pool/waterpark before do don't go JUDGING me JudgyMcJudgerstons.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Sugar Lips

Turns out I can't even be trusted to babysit Guinea Pigs. 

Five minutes in my care and I've got Sugar all tramped up like a total harlot.
 


 In my defense, bold lips are totally in this summer....

What. The. Fuck.

Do you ever sometimes notice something about yourself, and you're all like...

What.  The.  Fuck.  Is.  Happening?!

And then you do the math in your head and realize AGE is what's happening.

You are approaching OLD.

I do.

About once a week these days.

This week I noticed the two horizontal lines on my forehead that don't go away despite my best efforts to relax my face.

I also noticed 37 gray hairs. 

I plucked 17 of them before my ADD got the better of me and I lost focus.

Some things about aging I like. 

SOME.

Most I do not.

I do not like:

-gray hair
-achy joints
-that I have to stop and wait for my hips to adjust when rising from an extended sitting period
-wrinkles
-age spots
-decreased brain plasticity
-mammograms
-worrying about retirement plans
-fucking EVERYTHING

Which brings me to what I DO like about aging....

I'm sorry, what was I talking about?

I'm so old I can't remember.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Naked Floaty Riding

Just another Friday night babysitting my sister's kids...


Watch out neighborhood.  There's a pants-less, floaty riding cowgirl running amok....

I can only do so much.

Chasing after her might cause me to spill my wine.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Auto Correct Fucks Me Over...As per USUAL.

I have a love/hate relationship with autocorrect. 

Who codes this shit?  Because sometimes when I'm typing and autocorrect replaces a word for me I'm super grateful, like, "that's EXACTLY what I was thinking!!!  THANK YOU Autocorrect for saving me three extra finger swipes!"

Other times...autocorrect is like that dumb friend who accidentally blurts out the shit you told her in confidence which she SWORE to keep to herself only she's really stupid and so it comes out anyways because she can't help it on account of her generally below average intelligence....


Dog Shaming

So I've noticed that there's this new internet trend called dog shaming, have you seen this?

I LOVE IT.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

I have PMS.

When I have PMS, it is NO JOKE. 

Who in their RIGHT MIND talks to me when I have PMS?  WHO?

People, apparently.  That's who.

NOT acceptable. 

You know how some women are turned off, or otherwise offended by people (mostly men) who do that thing they talk super carefully and tiptoe around you like they are handling a loaded weapon or are otherwise overbearingly fake nice when they think you have PMS?

I am not one of those women.

In fact, that is how I prefer ALL people talk to me all of the time FOREVER.

Talk to me like you think I'm holding a loaded weapon to your head.

ESPECIALLY when I have PMS.

So simple people.

I just would not mess with me when I have PMS. 

I would not mess with me or otherwise interact with me at all, for that matter.

AT ALL FOLKS.

I don't think this is so difficult to understand.

See, this is me regular:

Me: (explaining something very simple)
Other person: I don't get it.
Me: (re-explaining whilst apologetically using smaller words)
Other person: Um...
Me: Oh, AHAHAHAHA, Ok, well can I just do this for you then?
Other person: OK, YAY!!!!
Me: I'm SO HAPPY TO HELP YOU!

This is me on PMS:

Me: (explaining something very simple)
Other person: I don't get it.
Me: (re-explaining in more simple, simpler terms and also v  e  r  y     s   l  o  w  l  y)
Other person: Um....
Me: I don't understand why  you don't understand.
Other person: *blank stare*
Me: Ok, well, I would draw you a picture but I don't have any fucking crayons so I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HELP YOU ANYMORE.
Other person: *blank stare*
Me: You should just give up your very existence and throw in the towel already, ok?
Other person: *blank stare*
Me: And also walk away before I cut you up into tiny pieces and eat you AAAAHHHHH!!!!!

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Pagan Sex Talks

Easter conversation:
Me: (to my very Catholic 15 y/o neice) You know Easter is a pagan sex holiday, right?
Niece: What?
Me: Yeah. I read it on the internets so it must be true.
Niece: Ummm...
Me: *pulling up the internets on my iPhone* see.
Niece: Whoa.
Me: I know, right.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Poppin' Cherries...Catholic Style

Just a heads up y'all...

If you are at a 'Presentation Ball' with your Catholic sister for your Catholic niece's Catholic school and the priest asks who is a "first-time" attendee...

DO NOT raise your hand and yell

"Woo Hoo! Poppin' my cherry tonight!" really loudly.

You will embarrass the Catholics.

FYI.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Irrational Fears

Any day now I'll outgrow my irrational fear that there are giant hairy spiders hiding in the toilet bowl when I have to pee in the middle of the night…right?

That should come right after I stop worrying about the under the bed nonsense....

Any day now.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Swear Jar=I am FUCKED.

It's finally happened people.

My sister (she of the FIVE children), has implemented a Swear Jar.

This, in and of itself will bankrupt me, OBVIOUSLY.

But on top of having to contribute to the Swear Jar for your standard (and I use this term loosely) "swear" words, such as: fuck, asshole, shit, dammit, turd etc....my sister has also implemented an "inappropriate things" clause that applies ONLY to me and me alone. 

Meaning that anything she deems "inappropriate" that I mention within her earshot in front of her children ALSO warrants a contribution to the "swear jar".

Obviously I object as this means that virtually EVERYTHING I say EVER will result in a financial contribution to the aforementioned socially restrictive and free-speech-oppressing "swear jar".

Particularly as "inappropriate" basically means anything that my sister has not, thus far, mentioned to her children which includes a WIDE variety of topics including EVERYTHING.

Just the other day, for example, the subject of vibrators came about which, apparently, my sister had never mentioned in front of her children.

I got blamed for the introduction of this topic, as per USUAL.

And, if I may add, just because my sister hasn't mentioned something to her kids does not automatically mean that they first heard it from ME.

These kids are in PUBLIC school, after all.

They may very well be retaining information from other sources that are NOT me.  So how does my sister know for sure that when I mention something, her children are hearing it from me for the first time

Thirdly, I would argue that an impartial judge should be appointed to determine objectively what IS or IS NOT "appropriate" because by my sister's definition everything on EARTH is inappropriate.

How can I take responsibility for all of the topics on the whole of Earth?

Case in point...tonight the following occurred:

Meg: Oh!  I bought you an early Valentines present!
Me: *crossing all of the fingers on both hands and saying OUT LOUD* Oh please let it be a naked man. Oh please let it be a naked man.
Meg: (outraged) That is NOT what it is!
Me:  *crossing all of the fingers on both hands and saying OUT LOUD* Oh please let it be a WELL ENDOWED naked man.  Oh please let it be a WELL ENDOWED naked man.
Meg:(even more outraged)  THAT IS NOT WHAT IT IS!  STOP IT!
*spoiler alert.....it was a wine bottle shaped magnet that said "Wine time is Any time" and was NOT a naked man at all*
Me: What?
Mia (my 10 y/o neice): What does that mean?
Me: It means-
Meg: NO!!  Stop.
At this point my very helpful 13 y/o nephew appeared at my right hand with said "Swear Jar/Inappropriate Things Jar" in hand.
Joe (my 13 y/o nephew): Here. 
Me: *outraged* What?!  How is that "inappropriate"?
Joe: (patting my hand sympathetically) Here's a few nickles to get you started.
Me: *still outraged* What? NO. I do NOT need charity nickles.  How is that inappropriate!?

Apparently using the words "well endowed" warranted an "inappropriate thing" contribution.

WTF.

Then later, when discussing Justin Bieber's recent DUI/DWI/dragracing/resisting law enforcement officers arrest, it came up that Bieber himself is the result of a TEENAGE pregnancy.

To which I--being the RESPONSIBLE Aunt that I am--pointed out how to PREVENT pregnancy.

I suggested condoms & spermicide.

And you can guess what happened next. 

I'll be broke by Easter for sure.