And last but not least on our Fashion Friday roll call we have this Hot hot hot, FIERCE, SEXY trench coat.
Viktor & Rolf
Ignore the weird painted WHITE (we’re not even going to go into that here, today. but I was all up in arms about the subliminal messages all up and through there) face of the model in the runway show and focus on the sexy ness of that trench. OOoohhhh I want this. I thought I was baaadd in my red trench, but this is mmmm.. yeah .. DOPE!
Imagine this crazy dope, expensive, coat paired with the Frederick’s of Hollywood boots below. Instant Fashion YES!
*Whew* it’s been awhile since I did this, so its going to be short & sweet.I promise, solemnly swear to do better lovers! I doooo!!!
1. 1st up is this funny video that takes some 70s audio and puts it over a Destiny Child video. Hilarious!!(via Sofurious)
2. Ashanti in the Wiz. Old News, but I did find this link while over @ Kitty’s of her signing. She does her thing, but I’ve always been a semi-fan of Ashanti. Her 1st album was ssooo goood!!
3. OK, this isn’t really spreading sunshine, but um.. Am I the only one who can careless about Maxwell’s big come back? I’m so over it. People are going bananas. Personally, I can never listen to a WHOLE Maxwell cd. I dl’ed them all because people bigged him up so much, they have been deleted. Sorry.
At first I was just going to post a few of the lines that I felt were inspirational to me, but then I decided I’d be doing everyone a disservice by that. So here it is, the Desiderata. There is some debate about whether this actually was first discovered in a church in 1692. After a little digging on the internets, I decided the folks at snopes.com were reliable enough, and they said NO! Apparently it was written in 1927 by Max Ehrmann. Enjoy
Happy Hump Day Lovers! I hope all is well out there in the world. Here are some things for you to laugh & gawk at today!Please enjoy your day, and try to make someone else smile
Left or Right? — OK, I stared at this for probably 5 minutes trying to see how I can reverse the directions of the damn figure. And why the hell does that thing look like Beyonce to me. Bey needs to fall back!
Kanye’s So Amazing Video - Definitely one of my favorite songs on the album. Video is cool too! I used to be a Jeezy fanwhen he first dropped. Go Crazy was my JAM that summer. Its obvious that him & Kanye have good studio chemistry (NO HOMO!!!!!) LOL
MTB4 members get ripped – Blog Browsing I came across this. She gives it to each member of the last season. They all need someone to tell them like it is..
Turn your FAG on?? – OK, 1st.. parodies of songs make me laugh til no end. 2nd, doesn’t this guy look like Ne-Yo?? Tell me I’m lying!!
I’m not really into yoga, but one of my best friends is, so I can’t wait for her to hear about Bette Calman, an 83 year old yoga instructor. Yoga Granny can get into poses that my 20-something body can’t even fathom! Maybe I should get into yoga if it can keep me like this. I did always want to try Pilates though. Which one is better?
& no these are NOT camera tricks (at least to my knowledge).
According to the article, Bette was a pioneer of the regime in Australia in the 1950s, ran yoga centres for 33 years and made regular TV appearances in the 70s. She still teaches up to 11 classes a week and doesn’t plan on giving up any time soon. I’m sure she gets business just based on her being a novelty. I know I’d pay for a class just to see her do her thing. But I’d also be scared because what if that was the day her wrist gave out? I mean its great that she can do these things, but even the most viral old people have injuries. Her body is young, but her bones are still old. I’m just saying..
This may be mean, but I find her face hard to look into for long periods of time. I feel like her eyes are piercing through my soul.
**After being scolded my male readers… I have to warn..
Guys.. be careful when you look down… proceed w/ caution!
ok.. back to the show.. ***
First I found the Dildo ashtray and I thought that was weird. But to top that off, I have come across the penis shaped bong:
Now maybe in one lifetime I might try this, but I would NEVER think a man would use this (well at least not a straight man). But as you can see from the picture there is a man using this, and it does make me question his sexuality. Does that make me mean? Or just overly aware of social clues & stereotypes?
And I thought this was a great post for the infamous Stoner Holiday 4/20!
I am a firm believer that people should beat their kids. Not abuse them, but they need to know who’s boss. Children should fear their parents. If Rory McInnes feared his parents he would have NEVER done this crap.
Rory decided that he wanted his parents house to be more noticeable on Google Earth (a scary thing in and of itself) so he painted a big ass DICK on his parents roof. Now, this isn’t just your average suburban house. It’s a 1 million dollar mansion, with a new flat roof. This huge dick stayed there in secret for a year. It wasn’t until a helicopter flew over the cuckoo’s nest and let someone take a picture of it that Rory’s secret fell out When Rory’s parents confronted him about it, he laughed and said “Oh, you’ve found it then.” He laughed! How dare he laugh! My granny would have reached through the phone and strangled me for taunting her with laughter.
If his parents had taken the belt to him a few times in his youth, they wouldn’t have this problem. Apparently he knew his parents wouldn’t really punish him if he got caught. I’m 23 and I still won’t do certain things around my grandmother. I remember the summer after I graduated college I was living with my granny while I apartment hunted. I invited one of my best friends over and we were about to have some wine. I pulled out the wine, uncorked it and poured 2 glasses. Granny was like “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Me, being all eager and honest, said chilling and having a drink. Her reply, “Who said you can drink in my house?” I kindly told her I was of the legal drinking age and she stared at me blankly and said, well this is MY house. Even now, 2 years later and living on my own I don’t do things. I don’t curse in front of her, I refuse to talk about sex, and if I smoked I wouldn’t. My 26 year old cousin is the same way. Parents have to demand respect from their children, and I think spankings/beatings help if done in the right way.
Imagine if you went to your friends house, or a dates house, for dinner and they took you into a bleach cleaned bathroom and served you dinner on a porcelain toilet. How would you feel? Kinda grossed out right? Apparently some Chinese people don’t feel the same way because there is a popular restaurant, Modern Toilet, making waves in China. Here is where you can go to enjoy dinner on a “stylish acrylic toilet” and drink out of a urinal (don’t deny it, you know you always wanted to do that!). Menu delicacies include: diarrhea with dried droppings, bloody poop, and green dysentery-and these are just deserts!
I’m sorry, but there is no way you are going to get me in a restaurant that does this. Not only do you want me to eat out of a toilet, you want to serve me shit themed names. No matter how you slice and dice, shit is SHIT! I don’t want my food to look like shit. Now, I know its not supposed to be about the look of food, but the flavors; but like this person said in the article, when you see curry dripping down the side of a toilet it doesn’t exactly make you want to lick it up, does it? Apparently the Chinese can take this because they are more “nonchalant” about bodily functions. Damn that. I’m nonchalant about it too, I know we all shit, eat, burp or whatever but I still don’t think it makes for great conversation or artwork over dinner. There are just some things you don’t do with food, like breast milk in ice cream. I mean what’s next? Menstruation Macaroni?
Modern toilet was opened in 2004 by Wang Zi-wei in China. He has 7 of these train wrecks in Taiwan, one in HOng Kong, and opens in Shenzhen China this week. He plans to expand this to other areas in China. Please, keep that shit (pun intended) over there. THis is the ideal restaurant for workers to pull gross “guess the secret sauce” pranks… SMDH!!
I recently acquired a pet. A cat named Phoebe to be exact. Now, I don’ t really consider myself a cat person, but ever since living alone I thought getting a pet companion would be a good idea. I toyed with the idea of a cute dog, but then I thought about the time commitment a dog would take. I didn’t think I’d have that much time or dedication to give to a dog, so I began tot tinker with the idea of getting a cat. At first I dismissed it because well, I didn’t see myself as a cat lover and cats are known to mischievous/sneaky pets. But then I saw my best friend get a kitten. Her kitten was so cute. He was so cute and she named him Sookie (hello TrueBlood fans!). I would go to her house and just play with her cat. Even after he knocked water on me while I was sleeping, I still liked him. So then I went on this quest to find myself a kitten, preferable for free since times are hard when you decide to live on your own 30 miles from your job.
I found out that cats don’t usually have kittens in the winter, so finding a kitten would probably be hard, especially a free kitten. I began to look around for cats online at animal shelters and did find a few, but didn’t want to pay adoption fees. So I went to everyone internet lovers friend (or foe if you get caught up) www.craigslist.org. I responded to an ad and decided to go meet up with the people. I had lots of fear instilled in me for fear of being scammed and therefore attacked and maimed all for trying to get a damn cat.
Fast forward 3 weeks later, and I’m adjusting to life with a cat. Phoebe is around 8 years old and she’s such a sweet kitty. She likes a lot of attention when I first get home. Sometimes its a pain in the neck because I need to get stuff done. I will be working on my laptop and she will stand on me, in front of the lapto until she has had enough attention to move. OR while I’m cooking dinner she constantly meows for what reason I don’t know. But I feel an obligation to give her a good home because the people who gave her to me seemed like they gave her a good home. I have learned that I will now need a lint roller for all my clothing. Indoor cats shed a lot because they have no real sense of the seasons. I learned that she rubs up against things to leave her scent on the, not to get familiar with them like a blind person as I initially thought. I learned that scoopable kitty litter is your friend. I learned that cats do NOT always keep it in the litter box. I learned litter follows them all around your house also therefore you need a broom, which I do not have.
I recently learned what declawing does to cats. I didn’t realize its a process where they basically take off the tips of your cats fingers. I feel bad for poor Phoebe Sceebe, but not so bad that I wish she had claws to scratch me. I also discovered cats have a rough tongue, it makes for an interesting feeling when phoebe wants to lick my hand.
I do feel a little crazy when I come home and talk to Phoebe. Its almost like talking to yourself, but I think she likes hearing my voice or at least I hope so. I feel a very strong bonding towards this cat I’ve only had for a few weeks. Listening to her purr is quite relaxing and I am happy with my choice to get a cat, even if I do have a minor allergy.
Last week I read a story about a man who discovered that his co-worker was actually his father. Can you believe that? Apparently Police Sgt. Chris Walker never knew who his father was, and this was constantly a source of discontent with him. It’s kind of a classic story, wife & husband separate. She bangs new guy (this time a younger guy) and gets preggers. She then tells estranged husband that she’s preggers and they get back together. All the while she secretly things separation fling guy is the father. One day Mother told Son that the man he thought was his father, on his birth certificate, wasn’t really his father (this happens all the time believe it or not!). After finding this out Walker was obsessed with finding who his father is. His searched ended with his new co-worker Detective Clay Hamilton. How odd is that, the chance that they both became cops? Is that like some dormant gene that cop fathers pass to their children? A lot of guys, like this kid from my hometown, become cops because of their dads. Anyway, after DNA test proved that he was actually the son of his co-worker they’ve been bonding and all that good stuff.
I love how they are downplaying the fact this this adult (married) woman slept with a 15 year old boy. Not one article I read said anything about this. They weren’t questioning why she slept with such a young boy. I mean, he was barely a teenager, what was he a freshmen in high school? This is some Desperate Housewives crap. This kind of stuff can ruin families. I mean this man, Clay, has a family of his own. And yeah it was a long time ago, but now his other kids – a young son and older daughter (35)- have to deal with having a new sibling. And the wife has to deal with this too. For a kid discovering his father, that’s awesome, but the father now has a lot of explaining to do. But wait, get this. Apparently neither of them (the parents) really knew each others names. He thought she was BIllie Joe Walker somebody and she thought his name was Clayton. Her name is Debbie and his is Claiborne. Tsk Tsk.
Can you imagine how bad this situation could have turned out? Imagine if you thought the person was a total douchebag or they were just a complete idiot. That would make it so much harder to come to terms with. I know for me, there are a few people at work who I’m like, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU???” But then there are others who I wonder how they’d respond if I asked “Hey, you’re pretty cool. Do you want to adopt a fully grown college graduate?”
I know that you’ve both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn’t have let you have. But I also know that it hasn’t always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesn’t make up for all the time we’ve been apart. I know how much I’ve missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.
When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me—about how I’d make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn’t seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldn’t count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfillment in yours. In the end, girls, that’s why I ran for President: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation.
I want all our children to go to schools worthy of their potential—schools that challenge them, inspire them, and instill in them a sense of wonder about the world around them. I want them to have the chance to go to college—even if their parents aren’t rich. And I want them to get good jobs: jobs that pay well and give them benefits like health care, jobs that let them spend time with their own kids and retire with dignity.
I want us to push the boundaries of discovery so that you’ll live to see new technologies and inventions that improve our lives and make our planet cleaner and safer. And I want us to push our own human boundaries to reach beyond the divides of race and region, gender and religion that keep us from seeing the best in each other.
Sometimes we have to send our young men and women into war and other dangerous situations to protect our country—but when we do, I want to make sure that it is only for a very good reason, that we try our best to settle our differences with others peacefully, and that we do everything possible to keep our servicemen and women safe. And I want every child to understand that the blessings these brave Americans fight for are not free—that with the great privilege of being a citizen of this nation comes great responsibility.
That was the lesson your grandmother tried to teach me when I was your age, reading me the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence and telling me about the men and women who marched for equality because they believed those words put to paper two centuries ago should mean something.
She helped me understand that America is great not because it is perfect but because it can always be made better—and that the unfinished work of perfecting our union falls to each of us. It’s a charge we pass on to our children, coming closer with each new generation to what we know America should be.
I hope both of you will take up that work, righting the wrongs that you see and working to give others the chances you’ve had. Not just because you have an obligation to give something back to this country that has given our family so much—although you do have that obligation. But because you have an obligation to yourself. Because it is only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you will realize your true potential.
These are the things I want for you—to grow up in a world with no limits on your dreams and no achievements beyond your reach, and to grow into compassionate, committed women who will help build that world. And I want every child to have the same chances to learn and dream and grow and thrive that you girls have. That’s why I’ve taken our family on this great adventure.
I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know. And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humor as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House.
Love,
Dad
This was touching.. Its crazy.. by this time next week, he will officially be our president, not the President-Elect. I am excited and nervous about whats in store for the American future. I believe in what I interpret his vision to be, and can’t wait to experience the next few years. If you think about it, this is the next great era, there are going to be countless books and memoirs about this monumental time in US history. This is big.
So.. ladies (and maybe a few gents, you never know) now there is a new use for that ‘thing’ you got last week at the “Pleasure Party.” I found this at one of my favorite blogs, Dlisted.com (written by Micheal K, who I don’t know but I feel like I do because he’s hilarious) and I had to share this with you guys! A vibrator ashtray! Who would do this? Who woke up and said you know what, I think this penis and clit stimulator would make a great ash tray? Do they use it for both purposes? Or is it a situation where they got a new one, and they were like hey, why waste money? I’m confused.. And what room of the house is this? Is this a centerpiece, does it spark conversation? But most importantly, EW! smoking kills! (and this could lead to an infection.. smoke remnants all in the va-jay-jay).
Second… According to Page Six (via Dlisted for me) some man wants to paint a 6 foot nude Rachel Ray, using oils and PAPRIKA! Pap-muthaf’in-Rika! I think I have heard about all the different artistic methods now. I guess its a good thing you can get Paprika for like 99 cents. But I wonder will he vary it up with some Smoked Paprika, to give her that smoky glow in certain areas. The artist name is Alex Gardega, and he must be crazy obsessed. I mean don’t get me wrong, 30 minute meals is my ish. I avidly watch,between 6pm-7 almost daily! But I could never see this, it would ruin my view of her as this wholesome cheesy food network girl… I just can’t imagine this…
I read about this on another blog, and decided to test it out. This is a site that will analyze the blog to determine if its written by a man or a woman. My results said that my site is written by a woman (53%), however it’s quite gender neutral. I don’t know what to think about that, is it bad that you can only tell its a woman by a barely over half margin. I guess its good that its not overly masculine. I guess it is pretty cool to be “gender neutral” but I’d love to radiate a sense of subtle femininity. OH well, we can’t win them all… but all you fellow bloggers who might check me out should test it out, see if it accurately measures your gender. And let me know about it, via comments! I love comments! Gender Analyzer
After reading this I knew I wanted to blog about this. So, first I sent it to a few of my nearest and dearest friends for conversation ideas at work and kinda let the day slip away.
Anyway, sometimes we forget that plastic surgery is not an American addiction, it is coveted by many across the globe. Hang Mioku, 48, is a Korean woman who became addicted to plastic surgery after having her first surgery at age 28. After her first surgery she moved to Japan and had many more operations eventually leading to her face being left enlarged and disfigured. Her face was so disfigured that her parents didn’t even recognize her. Some saw this addiction as a sign of a psychological disorder. Her parents, after the shock that this was actually their daughter, took her to a doctor and she began treatments that were too expensive to maintain so she eventually fell back into her old ways.
Now, this is where it gets really interesting. She eventually found some doctor who was willing to give her silicone injections, AND he gave her a syringe and silicone to take home and do some herself. The blasphemy does NOT stop there. When Hang ran out of silicone she began to inject cooking oil into her face. Yes, Hang decided that she would freshen up her face with Crisco. Her face eventually became so large that she began to get teased by children in her neighborhood, children as just cruel, calling her “standing fan” because of her large face and small body.
Eventually she was featured on TV in Korea and money was donated to help her have surgery to reduce the size of her face. When I read this, I did not laugh. I seriously had a WTF reaction, because this is crazy. I’m not going to post the pics, but I will post a link to them, because its sad. She was a cute girl, by our American standards, to begin with and now she says “she would simply like her original face back.” This is why plastic surgery isn’t something you want to get hooked to. I’m sure she is not the first person in regret of plastic surgery-say Hi to Tara Reid. Or we’ve all heard the stories of girls who got breast implants that nearly killed them or people who got Liposuction and had fat grow back patchy in some areas. Some things are just too much.
I remember those commercials where it would ask you what would you do for a Klondike bar. They would have this crazy situations to see how far someone would go and at the end they’d get that wonderful ice cream with the chocolaty coating. It’s not quite an ice cream sandwich but there is no other real word for it, but a Klondike. Well, these brothers had their own version: What would you do for that Hot Pocket.
Well, apparently he’d stab his own brother for it. Ok, lets imagine this scenario. I go in the kitchen, I’m hungry and I see some hot pockets in the freezer. Chicken Fajita, because that’s my favorite, and I bust that baby in there for about two minutes. I take it out, I’m taking it out the new crisping sleeve and here comes big or little bro depending. And he’s like “Hey, gimme that pocket.” I’m like “pssh, please” and then we begin to wrestle for it. So, in the heat of the moment, this hot pocket is the only thing that can attack these hunger pains so I reach over and grab a steak knife and stab you brother. After we continue to wrestle for awhile I take the hot pocket and run because your crippled by the wound. wow. Just wow. But like, don’t hot pockets come two in a box? Where was the other one. Where was HP2?
I don’t have any siblings so I know nothing about sibling rivalry. It could have been that those were HIS hot pockets and bro just came along and rummaged them out. I’ve definitely had that happen to me. I think about it all day. I’ll be at work thinking,” I”m going to go home and eat that last square of lasagna.” I’ll come home, ready for dinner and open the fridge and its gone. someone got it. I see the empty bowl in the sink and I’m like ‘”OH NO! I’ma kill ‘em!” But never have I actually wanted to draw blood over food. NEVER! And I love food. When I was younger I was like Mikey so I know all about love for food. And I know about having people come and take your food. But drawing blood is just wrong. How do you tell your parents?
“Johnny, why’d you stab Tim?”
“MOoommm! he tried to eat my hot pocket.” How is that acceptable? Why is this ok? Is this ok? At the time of the article the police had yet to find the uninjured brother nor determine the fate of the Hot Pocket. Wait, maybe its for sale on ebay with baby Jesus’ face on it? He did show up on the grilled cheese! Remember that?
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I read about this on another blog, and decided to test it out. This is a site that will analyze the blog to determine if its written by a man or a woman. My results said that my site is written by a woman (53%), however it’s quite gender neutral. I don’t know what to think about that, is it bad that you can only tell its a woman by a barely over half margin. I guess its good that its not overly masculine. I guess it is pretty cool to be “gender neutral” but I’d love to radiate a sense of subtle femininity. OH well, we can’t win them all… but all you fellow bloggers who might check me out should test it out, see if it accurately measures your gender. And let me know about it, via comments! I love comments!
