Yeah baby!
That was brilliant!
Brilliant I tell you!
It's not like I don't know that cayenne pepper spices are hot and spicy. Because I do.
I suppose I just needed to be reminded, in a not-so-awesome way, that you shouldn't touch your eyes when you are cooking with cayenne peppers.
Well, that was fun. Not.
And stupid. Sometimes I wonder why my hair isn't blonde.
Because it should be.
And if you haven't figured it out by now, please don't touch your eyes if you're cooking with hot peppers.
Yeah. You're more than welcome for the "duh...Kim" advice.
Ouch.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
A Friendly PSA - Buckle Up, America!
Just a friendly little Public Service Announcement brought to you today by the unfortunate decision of a friend's brother to not wear his seat belt.
Yes. I know that it's wrong that the government tells you what to do and infringes on your rights as an American to make a decision about what is best for you. I get that. I really do.
But come on people. Be smart about your choices and don't cut off your nose to spite your face.
It's no longer "cool" to ride around without your seat belt on in the car. There's a reason that the crash test dummies "survive" car wreaks if they have their seat belt on versus the ones who don't.
I'm not making up the test results.
And neither is the government.
So instead of griping and complaining bitterly the next time you get into a car about the government infringing on your rights by making you wear a seat belt, just freaking buckle up, okay?
It's the smart thing to do.
It's the cool thing to do.
Your friends and family will appreciate it.
Much more so than having to visit you in a hospital, fighting for your life, all broken up in more pieces than a body should break into.
Come on. Be one of the cool kids.
Buckle Up!
It does your body good!
Yes. I know that it's wrong that the government tells you what to do and infringes on your rights as an American to make a decision about what is best for you. I get that. I really do.
But come on people. Be smart about your choices and don't cut off your nose to spite your face.
It's no longer "cool" to ride around without your seat belt on in the car. There's a reason that the crash test dummies "survive" car wreaks if they have their seat belt on versus the ones who don't.
I'm not making up the test results.
And neither is the government.
So instead of griping and complaining bitterly the next time you get into a car about the government infringing on your rights by making you wear a seat belt, just freaking buckle up, okay?
It's the smart thing to do.
It's the cool thing to do.
Your friends and family will appreciate it.
Much more so than having to visit you in a hospital, fighting for your life, all broken up in more pieces than a body should break into.
Come on. Be one of the cool kids.
Buckle Up!
It does your body good!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Happy Hump Day!
This submission brought to you by Ginny...
Fact of Life:
After Monday and Tuesday...
even the calendar says
W T F
Fact of Life:
After Monday and Tuesday...
even the calendar says
W T F
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Stumped and Confused
Dear Parents,
If you are going to allow your 9 year old daughter to have a facebook page, please have the good common sense to use the privacy settings that facebook gave to you and lock her page down. I'm tech stoopid and even *I* know how to use the privacy controls.
And while you're at it, please tell her to take down the personal information on her wall that would allow a pedophile to drive right to her house/church/school and snatch her. We don't need to know her school name, what grade she is in, her church name, parents and siblings names and what city/state she lives in.
That information would be useful to a sicko who happened upon her page though. As would all of the photos of her that she has downloaded.
Sheesh.
But really. Aside from the privacy issue (or lack thereof), why does a 9 year old need a facebook page anyway and why is she playing on it at 10:30 at night?
Signed...
Stumped and Confused
If you are going to allow your 9 year old daughter to have a facebook page, please have the good common sense to use the privacy settings that facebook gave to you and lock her page down. I'm tech stoopid and even *I* know how to use the privacy controls.
And while you're at it, please tell her to take down the personal information on her wall that would allow a pedophile to drive right to her house/church/school and snatch her. We don't need to know her school name, what grade she is in, her church name, parents and siblings names and what city/state she lives in.
That information would be useful to a sicko who happened upon her page though. As would all of the photos of her that she has downloaded.
Sheesh.
But really. Aside from the privacy issue (or lack thereof), why does a 9 year old need a facebook page anyway and why is she playing on it at 10:30 at night?
Signed...
Stumped and Confused
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Pick Your Battles
Kids and their hair.
Parents and their kids have been fighting over their hair since the dawn of time. Kids in the 1950's loved the slicked back "bad boy" hair style of James Dean and Elvis. The fact that their parents hated it made it even more enticing.
Hippies and their hair in the 60's....the ultimate rebellion against "the man."
I'm not even sure what to say about the 70's. That hair was just horrible. Except for Farrah Faucett's. It rocked!
The 80's brought about the "guidette" look...with girls teasing and piling on so much Rave that our generation single-handedly killed the ozone layer! We loved it. Parents hated it.
The 90's came along and, much like the 70's before them, was just trying to go into hair recovery from the previous decade of rebellion.
And now here we are in the 00's (is that what it's called anyway?) and, in a moment of pure parental payback that leaves a grandparent giggling like a mad scientist, I am fighting the hair thing with my kids.
Okay. I'm not really fighting it. Because I don't care what they do with their hair. It's just hair and it will grow back. It's not permanent or anything like that.
Besides, I've got bigger battles to fight. And bigger ones coming up in the not so distant future. (I know that because my mom will NOT lift the curse and I'm due some pay back. And she told me so...with an evil laugh.)
So Shane is emulating the hippies of the 1960's. I have some older generation that ask me about his hair and want to know when he's going to get it cut. I just respond...when he wants to.
And he doesn't. He likes it just the way it is.
The fact that the waitress referred to Shane as a "she" the other day didn't even phase him. And I suppose if he doesn't even care that he's being referred to as a "she," there's really nothing that I can say or do that will make him want to cut his hair.
And I don't care. It's his hair. I don't like it but it's the one way that he can express himself without doing anything permanent. It's just hair.
Besides, if I'm going to fight a kid over his hair, I suppose it will be Owen. He wants a mohawk with his flag football teams color on the "hawk" part of the hair. He already had the junior version of the mohawk...the mohog. :p
Yeah. I know. I know. He's the one that I'm going to have the bigger battles with anyway. I'm going to save up the energy for those battles. Not his hair.
Although I don't care what they do to their hair, I'm not so sure that I'm going to allow Owen to color his mohawk green. Although I'm cool, I may not be that cool.
Or maybe I will. Stay tuned. :)
Parents and their kids have been fighting over their hair since the dawn of time. Kids in the 1950's loved the slicked back "bad boy" hair style of James Dean and Elvis. The fact that their parents hated it made it even more enticing.
Hippies and their hair in the 60's....the ultimate rebellion against "the man."
I'm not even sure what to say about the 70's. That hair was just horrible. Except for Farrah Faucett's. It rocked!
The 80's brought about the "guidette" look...with girls teasing and piling on so much Rave that our generation single-handedly killed the ozone layer! We loved it. Parents hated it.
The 90's came along and, much like the 70's before them, was just trying to go into hair recovery from the previous decade of rebellion.
And now here we are in the 00's (is that what it's called anyway?) and, in a moment of pure parental payback that leaves a grandparent giggling like a mad scientist, I am fighting the hair thing with my kids.
Okay. I'm not really fighting it. Because I don't care what they do with their hair. It's just hair and it will grow back. It's not permanent or anything like that.
Besides, I've got bigger battles to fight. And bigger ones coming up in the not so distant future. (I know that because my mom will NOT lift the curse and I'm due some pay back. And she told me so...with an evil laugh.)
So Shane is emulating the hippies of the 1960's. I have some older generation that ask me about his hair and want to know when he's going to get it cut. I just respond...when he wants to.
And he doesn't. He likes it just the way it is.
The fact that the waitress referred to Shane as a "she" the other day didn't even phase him. And I suppose if he doesn't even care that he's being referred to as a "she," there's really nothing that I can say or do that will make him want to cut his hair.
And I don't care. It's his hair. I don't like it but it's the one way that he can express himself without doing anything permanent. It's just hair.
Besides, if I'm going to fight a kid over his hair, I suppose it will be Owen. He wants a mohawk with his flag football teams color on the "hawk" part of the hair. He already had the junior version of the mohawk...the mohog. :p
Yeah. I know. I know. He's the one that I'm going to have the bigger battles with anyway. I'm going to save up the energy for those battles. Not his hair.
Although I don't care what they do to their hair, I'm not so sure that I'm going to allow Owen to color his mohawk green. Although I'm cool, I may not be that cool.
Or maybe I will. Stay tuned. :)
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