Laughing to tears!

My buddy posted two pictures on Facebook today that had me cracking up. I tried very hard to not make it a full on LOL, but I was whisper cracking up!

They came from the site: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/

I now have hours of entertainment. Hopefully they don't block it at work! Fahckers!

When I told my boss that all I did last night was work out hard at boot camp, he said, "yeah that'll mess you up!"

I like my boss. He's really chill, and friendly. I tell him stuff jokingly. I think everyone does.

He asked how I was this morning, and I told him. I actually woke up feeling really dizzy and it didn't really go away until after a few hours at work. I have had that happen before, but I have no idea why.

Of course I expected him to suspect me being hungover. Obviously I'm not going to tell my boss of a symptom of being hungover, if I was. I wouldn't be on a week day either. I wouldn't be until after Easter, because I haven't had anything alcoholic beverage since before Ash Wednesday.

I did tell him that all I did the night before, instead of going to the piano bar as he suggested, was work out hard at boot camp. He heard that and said "yeah, that'll mess you up!"

LOL. I think it's because HE said it, and him being my boss that it cracks me up.

Call it what you will...

Toe thumbs are toe thumbs. Those things aren't enough to overlook. Despite how many people think Megan Fox is the hottest thing since dirt, she HAS TOE THUMBS. *shudder* I'd be like, don't touch me!

No, I'm not being a hater, because, no...I don't find her that attractive. She has a nice figure, but her face with her always open mouth, and her lack of a resemblance of intelligence, or the fact that she can't act...makes her unattractive. Yes, I know I'm a girl and nothing I say about someone that guys ogle over is going to come across anyway other than, I'm just jealous. Meh! I happen to not leap when everyone else does.

TOE THUMBS...enough said!

Man I'd like to...meet and have a lovely conversation with.

Avert your eyes, love.

GEORGE CLOONEY! He wasn't named sexiest man alive several times for no reason. Am I right?

He's FOIIIIINE! I've always found older men attractive, but never once imagined being physical or anything GROSS like that with one. *puke* However...George Clooney on the other hand. I'd be all over that. LOL!

Love you, love. You're the only older man ILF! *gasp*

This post brought to you by triggered dreamy looks over a very good looking picture of George on a gossip site.

Sexy EVERYTHING.

I've never gone shopping for a halloween costume. I've never gone shopping for halloween decorations. I just don't do halloween. I've dressed up before, but...without having to really buy anything.

Yesterday, I was introduced to the world of pre-made costumes in a bag...for adult women.

Was there anything cute and practical? No, everything started with Sexy. REALLY!?

At first, my roommate helped me decide...Princess Jasmine. I could have done that. I have the long black hair. Brown eyes. Love the colour blue. That seemed ideal.

Then she thought about me possibly being Catwoman. Didn't know so much about a fitted black outfit.

We found Bat Girl and I just felt SILLY in the "sexy" version. I thought THAT skirt was short.

Store #2. The PERFECT costume. A cabbie. Ahem...Sexy Cabbie. Why? "Because I'm Indian!" The skirt barely covers my booty. However, if anyone asks, I'm saying that I'm a stereotype!

Clep!

Micah had to see an Ear, Nose and Throat specialist recently and when instructed to clap, just stared.

He's not even two yet, but he's really smart. He knows a lot of words and word associations. For instance, last night, I asked him, what sound does Roger make. He paused, and both his dad and I waited for him to associate Roger with dog. Sure enough, he said "woof woof".

With that being said, clap is NOT a hard word. However, if pronounced clep, when his family clearly pronounces the A, the boy just didn't understand. He nearly got diagnosed for being deaf because my brother had to tell him clap.

Just a funny story that plainly illustrates why I speak with an American accent around non-Trinidadians.

I had fluid coming out my eyes, nose and mouth.

Tears out of my eyes, snot out of my nose, and coffee out of my mouth.

I am tired today, and hadn't had coffee until I was having the following conversation. Usually, when I'm tired, and have been yawning, for some reason it makes my eyes water AND makes me sniffly.


Patrick [12:08 PM]: im b Mcgee
Patrick [12:08 PM]: and your Aye McGee
Patrick [12:08 PM]: get it a
Patrick [12:08 PM]: ha
Me [12:08 PM]: LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me [12:08 PM]: you are delerious
Me [12:09 PM]: When I'm really tired, I sniff and it's snotty
Me [12:09 PM]: LOL!!
Me [12:09 PM]: I'm putting that part on my blog
Me [12:09 PM]: the aye and b mcgee
Patrick [12:09 PM]: the sniffy snotty
Me [12:09 PM]: the funnie

Me [12:17 PM]: I'm sneezy mcgee
Me [12:17 PM]: booo
Me [12:17 PM]: cause I got a booger tickling my nose hairs
Patrick [12:17 PM]: eweeeee
Patrick [12:17 PM]: your diggy mcgee
Patrick [12:18 PM]: O.k. I know how we can become rich
Me [12:18 PM]: snot AND coffee nearly flew out

Ladies and Gentlemen...

...The O Face!

Seen here, perfected by Megan Fox. Long seen on models and actresses for that "I'm too sexy for my face" look. It works, yes, but...Megan Fox takes it to a whole new level. Case and point...Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen.

I LOVE the Transformers movie. It's tons of action and robots transforming. That's pretty frikkin awesome. What is EXTREMELY annoying about the second movie is Megan Fox and her fulfilment of the "sexy chick" role. Not only does her voice sound higher in the movie, she just happens to have her mouth open about 90% of the time. WHY?

Because of her "O-face", Patrick and I can't help but laugh when we see her, because...again, 9/10 times...her mouth is open.

Disclaimer: This is not the same O face as an actual O face!

To tears!!

This photo had me cracking up at work. I like all those guys. Oh man, I haven't had such a good laugh at randomness in a long time.

Top: Tom Ford, Keira Knightley, Scarlett Johansson.

Bottom: Back: Paul Rudd, Seth Rogen, Jason Segel. Front: Jonah Hill.

A as in Apple. B as in Bob?

Because of my accent, my Trinidadian/American/Texan accent, when I spell things out, people tend to misunderstand me. A LOT! I've decided that because I have to spell to people a lot during the day, I need a complete list of the alphabet as in a word.

Do I go with A as in Alpha? I guess I can't cause....I don't know the whole greek alphabet.

A as in Apple, B as in banana?

I've gone so far as saying T as in toy. TOY? Really? not Tom? might as well be T as in tachion. Or something else that's sorta random.

I'll google it. Google HAS to have such list. I can't think of these things all by myself. Do I need an as in for all the letters? Is there any confusion for X. EX. Eeeexxxxxxx. What starts with X? X as in xylophone?

p.s. the stache needs a wax. hahaha.

How my mind wanders.

Last night, Angela told me a story about a relative not sleeping for many days and going home one night and encountered a 30lb rabbit only to think they were seriously delusional. I know I had seen giant rabbits before, in pictures, and thought that was crazy that the rabbit was twice the size of Roger.

I put it out of my head, watched UT win, fell asleep freezing, came to work and now I'm here.

As usual, work sucks so, I'm checking out my sites. Cuteoverload.com being one of them. I stumbled across this and then remembered the bunny. So, I wanted to see more pictures of giant rabbits, so I googled them and found pictures of rabbits, obviously. However, I didn't expect to find, THIS. HAHAHAHA...what is that? Is that a new cleaning product? Are those new bedroom shoes?

Oh joy. I feel like I need one of those around for my own amusement and happiness.

If you encountered this in the wild, on a stroll through a magical forest, how would you react?

I am in this kind of mood...

From Crackle: peanut butter jelly time

I have yet to do anything today. I'm trying hard not to. Instead, I'm wasting time at work, counting the hours until I'm off for the rest of the year!!!!!!!!

*giggle*

Things that tickled my insides today:

1. The boss lady and my actual boss arguing in front of me, with the other two analysts on the phone, SILENT, and me in the middle. Well, it was AWKWARD, but funny that my boss, also a younger man than "the boss lady", apologizes and is TOLD by The Boss Lady.

2. On the way home, this jackass drove straight through into the intersection from a right turn only lane, and proceeded to get in front of me without signalling, and I HAD to let him in. I was actually calm about it, UNTIL...he got on his cell phone, and was turning in the direction I was turning. Then...HE CUT SOMEONE OFF, completely!!! That guy honked. That guy flicked him off, THEN...the douche cut ME off!!! That's when I flicked him off. That's when I cussed him out. So, what was funny to me was that I was not the only one that was pissed at a bad driver. I wasn't the only one that had road rage at one person.

3. It took me a while to get going to the gym tonight. I was gonna go, but, I went a bit later than usual. I was walking toward the gym, almost to the front door and I felt a little strange. I forgot to put on a sports bra! D'oh! I had to turn around, drive back home, put it on, then drive back!

However, those were the few things that brought a smile to my face. Right now, I'm pissed as FUCK! No details as to why. Let's just say. MOTHERFUCKERBITCHASSSHITFUCKFUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Chris says I swear too much on my blog. I don't really even swear this much in person, only when I'm alone in my car. Stupid idiot drivers! However, when I'm mad...I'm THAT mad, and I swear to myself THAT much. Since I'm writing, my thoughts are being recorded. Therefore.....

BITCHASSFUCKSHIT. I ain't so sweet and innocent no mo'. Life made me hard. I'm REAL hard, yo! MOTHERFELLOW!

The Weekend.

Chris spent the weekend with me. That helped with the creeped out factor. There were no scary movies this weekend though, especially not the Strangers. GOOD GRIEF. I didn't need to see the Strangers THIS weekend.

We had a good weekend. We took Roger for little walks. One of them was intended to be a little longer. Too bad he had a little accident.

When we started the walk, this man was walking his two dogs, one of them being a pint...maybe smaller than a pint sized yorkie. The yorkie was going nuts, from across the street. Because we had to cut the walk short and head back home, we managed to see the same guy with his two dogs, walking back to his house. The yorkie was still going nuts.

We walked maybe two seconds, and turned back to see the little devil, and *poof* he was gone. The guy was nowhere on the street. He must have turned the corner. Oh well, weird. ALL OF A SUDDEN. The little yorkie comes trotting up to us, all quiet and TINY. He was sooo cute. And then we picked him up.

Well, Chris picked him up, cause I was carrying a bag of poo, and holding the leash in my other hand. Chris picked him up, and then the little devil in him came out. He'd sit and be cute, and pretty for about a min, and then start squirming to the point that he could have been dropped...EASILY. What we wanted to know was...is that the exact same dog? Where the heck did the man go? Why the heck is he not looking for his dog? Does he not realize his little, itty, bitty, doggie was missing?

We walked to the closest cul de sac, the one that potentially could have been the one he went to. A man was at his car, and we asked him. It wasn't his dog, and he wasn't too sure what kinds his neighbours had.

I ended up taking the little yappy from Chris so that he could go knock on some doors. This required both my hands, so I put down the poo. I did this so that I could hold him better and not make him feel like he was gonna fall. Now, I half expected Roger to be this size when we bought him. Luckily, Roger turned out to be 14lbs, and not barely 2. The yorkie fit in one hand, but...because he was a little squirmy, I couldn't contain him, and had to put him down, at which point he went yapping after Roger. UGH! Stupid.

Luckily, the first door we knocked on, was his home. The lady came out and was like, "yeah, my husband came home and I was like, 'where's the dog?'" So, we got rid of that mess, arms scratched and a weird sticky substance on Chris' arm. I'm so glad Roger doesn't react with more than just a stare to other dogs.

So, after Chris left, it was just me and Roger. His nails had been bothering me for a while now. What bothered me more was that my parents lost his nail clipper. This annoyed me, and I KNEW it was because my mom put it in some random drawer. Even though I looked for it many times before, for some reason, it dawned on me the drawers that I KNEW she would put it in, that I may not have looked in them well enough. THERE IT WAS! So, I went to cutting, hoping that he'd indicate if he was in pain, got the back paws taken care of. Got to the front paws, and on the first one.....WE GOT A BLEEDER.

I felt HORRIBLE that I made him bleed. He gave his little yelp, only little though. I thought he'd be fine, then he started gushing! CRAP! I turned to get a paper towel, and then realized, CRAP, I left the dog on the washer. Turned around, only two steps away, picked him up, and then proceeded.

Poor baby. His paw was all bloodied up. The paper towel was bloodied up. He didn't seem to be in pain though. I on the other hand had thoughts that "I'm not gonna be a good mom!" "I killed the puppy!" "He's gonna bleed out and die!" I don't know what happens if a dog's nail is cut too short. I was nervous. I washed it, while pouting on the phone to Chris that I hurt my doggie. He stopped bleeding a little while later, and still licked it for a while. Then, he started running around like his usual self. He's a trooper!!

I'm gonna attempt cutting the rest of his nails though. I read up on the RIGHT way to cut dog's nails.

Memory.

I was just reminded of the time I went to see King Kong with some people in Austin, at the Alamo Drafthouse and there was a guy dressed in a gorilla suit. He was kinda creeping me out, as anyone dressed in any suit where I can't see their face does.

The best joke:
"What did the ghost say to the bee?
.
.
.
Boo Bee."

Odourous

I have smelly burps right now.

*burp*