Guilty pleasure, this

I can't stop laughing at this video. I feel sorry for the model, but...DAYUM, that's funny!



And the reaction in the newsroom is hilarious:

"Patchwork! Snatchwork!"

Colin and Justin's Home Heist

Does anyone watch this show? It's my favorite of shows from the fabulous boys yet! There are some fantastic one-liners - especially during the first few mintues as they walk through the homeowner's house for the first time, criticizing each room.

Tonight's episode ("Clutter Nutter") had me loudly guffawing quite a lot - especially with these two lines:

"This isn't a kitchen...it's bitchin'"

"Patchwork! Snatchwork!"


You probably had to see it...

Is our children learning?

Make the Pie Higher
by George W. Bush

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
“Is our children learning?”
“Will the highways of the Internet become more few?”
How many hands have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pant leg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope,
where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the toll booth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!

http://www.snopes.com/politics/bush/piehigher.asp

Wha??

OK, who has time to look for these pictures and then magnify them 200%???








...and why do I have time to blog about it.

Hour of Power

I used to know every line of this skit.

"You were THERE!"

hee hee

I just want to buy a melon

This is one of my favorite adverts EVER.

Procrastination

Oooh, he's baaackkk!

Chef Gordon Ramsay, that is.

My heart goes pitter patter just a wee bit when I see that man.

"It tastes like gnat piss!" was my favorite line of the night from him.

And I have never seen so much crying in one show - first night, no less. Some people need to tuck their tails between their legs and scurry on back home.

I actually liked how Vinnie said Chef was all mean and then he goes and says something cute like "rubbish" or "bin" and this makes him laugh. I would laugh too...as my knees go weak at that accent. He swears like a sailor and he's British - sigh. I think Vinnnie was also the guy who said when Chef gets mad his face looks like a wrinkled shar pei - HA! True dat!

AND he's a runner.

Too bad he's married.

(Hugh Grant is still my favorite Brit though - too bad he's a bit of a prat)

I can't wait for next week's Hell's Kitchen. It's "the most shocking Hell's Kitchen ever," don'tcha know!

Gag me with a spoon and then hand me the paper towel please

Monumental event in the household yesterday - da boys first hairball!

du du DUUUHHH!!!

It was delivered at around 5:30 pm, courtesy of Ripley.

And it was delivered directly onto the carpet, as required per Calgary cat bylaw. Being his first, he neglected to back up during the act of depositing so that he could drag the gift across said carpet. I'm sure he'll get good at that with practice.

So, I can add now these little gifts to the barf deposits of late - the barfs are mostly courtesy of Midge, the bulimic cat who eats his dry food so fast that he throws it up immediately. I am currently giving him minuscule amounts of it spaced out over a period of time. It's actually quite disgusting watching him eat that fast.

Sort of like me with a box of 6 Cinnabons. The large ones.

Tubular fugging bells

I took the bells off da boys' collars the other day. They were getting right on my last nerve. Especially when da boys were sitting around scratching. And Ripley is a pacer. That cat can't sit still for 5 minutes, especially when he's waiting for me to haul my ass downstairs to serve his royal breakfast.

Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle...

*&%$@!!!

There is no worse sound at 7 am when you're trying to squeeze a few extra ZZZs in before getting up. Now they only have their dog tags to tinkle just a little bit. This I can live with. And my eye has lost it's twitch.

So now they can pounce on each other with more stealth than before. Which is one of my favorite pastimes - watching them rabbit kick the crap out of each other, biting each other's throats, etc. It's better than TV.

It's also one of the reasons I keep my camera at arm's reach ...to capture precious moments like these:

I gotta have more cowbell, baby!

SNL Behind The Music: Blue Oyster Cult



Will Ferrell is a genius - love when he's 'exploring the space' - HA!

And I heart Chris "I'm the cock of the walk, baby" Walken.

"I got a fever... and the only prescription is more COWBELL !"

Update: I JUST posted this 15 mins ago and "Don't Fear the Reaper" is now on the radio - I shit you not!

Is it wrong?

Dancing with the Stars

OK, I'm watching it for the first time this season.

This, in itself, is a bit of a guilty pleasure. Along the lines of American Idle. But this is not what concerns me.

You see, the thing is...

... I find Ian Ziering extremely sexy! I mean, DAMN!

Steve Martin essay

A Public Apology

I especially hooted at his apology to the NAACP!

Monday Funny

The software I write about is used by IT help desks so I found this hilarious.



I found the Savage Chickens thanks to chou-chou.

Back in the olden days when I worked in a collections call center, one of my co-workers did the whole mute button thing all the time - but he would put himself on mute while the customer continued to blab/complain/whinge and then talk back to the customer while I quietly peed my pants laffing. I remember the first time he did it, I didn't realize he was on mute - my jaw dropped to the ground. I would have tried it too but was always afraid my mute button wouldn't work and I would be busted and then they would can my sorry ass.

notes

face like a burst mattress

--------------- it's a goddamned outrage

------------- *nods wisely* --------------------

Words fail me

I love the old ads from the 50's. You know the ones, depicting the housewife in her apron, preparing the evening meal for her family, using her brand new Maytag appliances, smiling through a Prozactic haze, all smartly dressed up with an apron to protect her pretty frock. But I must ask,

WTF IS THIS??


This ad is just so WRONG for so many reasons....

(note to self - hmmm, her boobs ARE nicely lifted and separated...and I DO need a new bra...and I HAVEN'T been eating enough green, leafy veggies lately...)

haze 2.0

2 blogs??

Well, I had to rethink the purpose of my first one, Random Ramblings on the Road to Motherhood as it evolved. It's mostly about the process of bringing my daughter ("Myfanwy") home from Ethiopia. As I may share it with M in the future, I try not to fill it with too much other stuff. But I've found that keeping it to the main topics of adoption and parenting is very restricting. Plus, I don't want to have to edit the whole thing (because of my potty mouth) before it's suitable for M to read.

This 'ere blog allows me to periodically expunge the occasional petty diatribes, the filth, and the complete & utter nonsense that floats through my mind. I encourage you to do the same with your comments.

So, with that - ONWARDS AND UPWARDS!!

pip pip

p.s. Why nekogrrl? You're right, 'tis true, I'm no longer a young lass and I was never the 'grrl' type even when I was a young lass (we didn't have grrls in those days). Nor am I a very talented singer/songwriter. But it's an old moniker of mine, based on my first cat's name. People still call me nekogrrl or variations on it. I think it's clever & pithy (thousands would disagree) - perfect for blogging.

So, if it looks like I haven't posted anything to either blog for a while and you are one of the ones of people who love to read about me, then check the other site. Maybe something earth shattering happened there.