Hilarious

My current favorite commercial: for the PS3
"Do you know what she did for fun when she was your age? She pushed a hoop with a stick. With a stick. A stick." Freakin' hilarious.

One Word

FUCKING FLU.
Okay, that was two words, whatevah.
It sucks. We all have it. I think I caught the cat wiping her nose on the couch last night. Everyone has had or is taking Tamiflu. Plus antibiotics for the secondary respiratory infections we all have. Funny thing is, I was the first one tested, first positive result, and my only symptoms were a headache for 7 days, and a sore throat for about 2 hours out of every 24. No fever, no vomiting, nothing. The not funny thing? There are 2: 1)I will have used up all of my leave time by December 15 (including the 2 holidays they owed me from Thanksgiving) - meaning if I get sick or anything I'll have to miss work without pay, and 2)the Poose's flu tests were reactive for both seasonal and H1N1, so apparently he has a bit of both types of flu. Poor baby.
I hate the flu.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING,

BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP.

I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,

I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.

THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -

THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE,

BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION

WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.

TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION,

THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.

SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR,

AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.

GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,

PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.

I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,

'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.

I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY,

WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.

BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....

HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,

MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.

MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP.

MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS.

MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,

MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL

(source unknown)

Music, Music, Music

I turned the sound back on on my playlist, I miss hearing it when I work on my blog. You can turn down your volume or push "pause" at the bottom on the player.

Whoo-Hoo Dance!

That's as close as I can get to the dance I'm doing: I aced my math test Wednesday, giving me a 97 in the class.

Quote of the Day

Procrastination is like masturbation: in the end, you're just screwing yourself.

(no idea where that one comes from, but I like it!)

My 400th Post

I've been thinking about what to post for my 400th post. I finally came across something worth "borrowing" for the purpose. You must check out over-caffeinateddad. He rocks!

DOES THIS MEAN PARENTING IS A MENTAL ILLNESS?
Codependency is a dysfunction associated with excessively focusing on the needs and behaviors of others. But isn’t that also what parenting is all about?

Codependents/Parents

• place the needs of others above their own /which explains why parents never get enough sleep, can’t get a minute to sit down and relax, and frequently find themselves sitting in a booth at Chuck E. Cheese eating cold pizza and waiting for tokens to run out
• derive their sense of self from being a caretaker and feel lost without somebody to need them /which explains why parents cry when their pre-schoolers finally learn to tie their shoelaces by themselves
• commit to things they don’t want to do, then resent having to do them /like playdates, chaperoning school field trips, hosting sleepovers or anything involve a PTA sub-committee
• feel like they are the only ones who can do things right /even after explaining “how to” three or four times using charts, graphs, diagrams and instructional videos
• make excuses for the bad behavior of those they are taking care of /especially in public, when in-laws or other parents are watching, even though nobody really believes it when they say their kids are just “over-tired,” “still learning to share,” or “out of sorts”
• often feel victimized /and would probably go to therapy because of it if they had the time
• constantly give but get little or nothing in return /all day, every day, without so much as “thank you” — Is it really that hard to show a little appreciation for all the time and effort parenting takes?
• do things others are clearly capable of /like picking up the towels on the bathroom floor, wiping butts, “helping” with science projects that were supposed to have been started weeks ago but weren’t, etc.

So then if parenting does qualify as a mental illness, shouldn’t health insurance pay for some kind of treatment like a week alone on a beach in Cabo San Lucas or even just a night of babysitting?

(borrowed/stolen with credit from over-caffeinateddad)