In case anyone was wondering, the guy in the above pic is the stoner loser from the Twilight movie. Everyone, well ok not everyone, but a lot of people seem to think he's hot. Except me. If it looks like a loser and it smells like weed and BO.....it's not hot. Call me crazy, but I'd don't think guys who looked like they've just rolled out of the gutter and/or have recently been paroled are all that and some Skittles. I hope he's enjoying his 15 minutes, 'cause the clocks ticking....... Mark my words, in twenty years he's gonna look like Steve Buscemi. If y'all wanna see pure hotness in its simplest form please CLICK HERE.
And because I so totally enjoy being random, here is La Grange by ZZ Top. It really doesn't have much to do with anything this week. I just happen to like this song. It was released in 1973, the same year that F#cking Bill was also " released ".
For more information regarding La Grange please CLICK HERE.
THIS WEBSITE has done an analysis of my personality based on the following photo of my face;
Yes, this pic is one of those photos. It has been heavily cropped.
So here it is;
This woman reacts to a situation instantly. She is known to make split second decisions. The impulsive type, she can also be pretty emotional. Her patience with others eventually wears thin, and she can show annoyance if someone rubs her the wrong way. The woman is pretty conservative in her views; she likes a traditional, established lifestyle. She rejects conservative lifestyles and beliefs, and instead prefers to create new ideas, invent new methods, and find new solutions in just about any environment: work, school or home. She figures she can't afford to lose her temper or raise her voice when irritated. This would not be smart. So she tries to keep her feelings balanced. In terms of making friends and meeting people, she is selective. She chooses friends carefully and deliberately, and is just as purposeful in buying a television as selecting a friend. You'll just have to sit down and get comfortable while she researches and makes her final purchase; it may take a while. This woman is disciplined and methodical and may be successful in life as a solid businessperson. She has an eye for fashion detail and a natural talent for creating stylish combinations. An optimistic woman, her strong, independent personality may be reflected in her music and clothing tastes. The woman tends to be somewhat insecure or unsure of herself, but tries to raise her self-esteem by weighing her own knowledge and experience against other people's knowledge and experience. She is thrifty and saves money. Marriage, home and family are very important priorities for her.
My patience ? Wearing thin at times ? Who ? Me ? Naahhhhh........ hehehe.
The Mister laughed his ass off when he read that.
Anywho....anyone else have any thoughts ???? Drop me a line.
If the title of this post does not make any sense to you please CLICK HERE.
Oh yeah...the Sox got in a big ol' fracas last night. Youkbacca charged the mound and was then ejected from the game. My man Mikey Lowell then came in as Youk's replacement and promptly belted not one but TWO homers ! GOD I LOVE MIKE LOWELL !!!!!
So the other night ( after we got home from the wedding we went to ) The Mister and I were lying in bed, it was late and I was trying to drift off to sleep after all the day's excitement. ( I ended up with the Bride's bouquet...yeah, I know. I'm married. Believe me, it's not worth explaining......)
The Mister had the TV tuned to Comedy Central, which was airing a George Lopez stand-up special. I was facing away from the TV, but I could still hear the comedic styling of Mr. Lopez and had myself numerous chuckles. I had been laughing heartily enough that I decided to turn over and give Mr. Lopez my full attention.
He's really quite funny you know - sort of like the Hispanic Sinbad.
At any rate, he ( George ) went on and on about his friend Ralph. He had related to the audience that his buddy Ralph had, from a very early age, been given the moniker " F#cking Ralph " by his peer group. He ( George ) mused about how Ralph had become separated from the rest of his peer group at the movie theatre one night and despite many attempts at calling him by his full given name he failed to respond. So they had Ralph paged as " F#cking Ralph ", to which he promptly responded.
After a few more giggles on my part I said to The Mister;
" Gee, you know, we do the same thing with your brother......... F#cking Bill. "
To which he said;
" You know, we do. We ALL do...."
Perhaps the next time we have to necessitate calling Bill over a PA system we should have him paged as " F#cking Bill. ".
Something tells me though, that if we were ever to actually do that to Bill that the moment he made eye contact with us or was within earshot there would be HELL. TO. PAY., which may or may not include a steam of obscenities and multiple, less-than-kind hand gestures.
XOXO Bunny
** Bill, I'm addressing you directly now....I feel that I should tell you that when we refer to you as " F#cking Bill " we do so with utmost respect and in the most affectionate manner possible.
Hey.....Y'all remember me telling you about my " older " client ? Should you need to refresh your collective memories please click HERE and HERE.
So I happened to be at her apartment yesterday, you know, vacuuming smashed potato chips out of the carpet for the 49,993rd time this year. ( despite the number of times I've oh-so-nicely asked her to try to eat her preferred brand of chips a bit more daintily she continues to tear into those shiny, yellow bags like a stray dog prowling the streets on the night before trash day. ) She never " asks " me to vacuum up the chips.......she shakes her little, arthritic, elderly finger at me and tells me I've got some cleaning to do........ Which I usually follow up with telling her that if she weren't such a slob I wouldn't have so much cleaning to do. To which she tells me that 1) she can't help it and 2) she's too old to give a rat's ass about cleanliness anymore.
I realize that all this seems like it's pretty harsh, but I can assure all of you that it's really quite comical.
I also fixed up her hair and slapped a clean shirt on her before dinner among other things yesterday. At one point I had my back turned to her and she gave me a compliments of sorts;
" Gee Hon, you look really skinny from the back. "
Translation: Your ass isn't so fat anymore.
( I've lost a significant amount of weight.....)
I turned to thank her for her kind words but before I could utter anything she jumped in with the following statement.
" It's just too bad about your face......"
( had some issues with clogged pores lately. )
As I stood there with my mouth agape, at a loss to verbalize on the moment, she began to giggle uncontrollably.
I then closed my mouth and proceeded to gather up all her dirty laundry.
You know, I find these little moments humbling. Mostly between slams of forehead into the nearest wall.
Not sure if any of you've heard, but John Hughes passed away yesterday morning. Please enjoy this little montage of his fine films.
I think my favorite John Hughes moment is Anthony Micheal Hall sitting in the ghetto bar, bombed out of his gourd, in Weird Science. Which sadly I am unable to find a video of at this time.
So, it seems I have sort of this unconscious habit of doing what The Mister refers to as " Desk Chair Yoga ". As I cruise the interwebs shoe shopping and reading trashy celebrity gossip all the while pretending that my fan-dom of The Huffington Post TOTALLY negates any browsing I may do over at People.com......I have the tendency to stretch a bit.
I guess it goes a little something like this;
Arms over head, hands interlocked and raised as high as I can get them. Then the raised arms / interlocked hands get shifted from side to side for a good thirty seconds or so on each side. Then I put one hand at a time behind my head and push my elbow down until I have my palm between my shoulder blades. Repeat with the other arm. Sometimes I then scoot the chair back and push against the desk while flexing my legs out straight underneath the desk.
The Mister seems to enjoy watching this whole routine. Especially if it's the AM class of Desk Chair Yoga as I'm usually wearing something skimpy that constitutes Pjs and my hair looks like I've stuck my finger in a light socket.
He's made some rather lewd statements regarding " Desk Chair Yoga " that I will not reiterate. I feel I must do my part to maintain any shred of a reputation he has of being an upstanding citizen - or something like that.
So if some were to ask us ( Me & The Mister ) what we happened to do say this evening.......this would be most likely what we'd be apt to relate to said inquiring individual;
" Well, first I ( Bunny ) modeled some perspective outfits for a wedding that we're attending this weekend while The Mister dispensed his fashion advice. Then we reheated leftover pasta and turkey meatballs for dinner while we listened to The Allman Brothers and read the Crate and Barrel catalog. Then we had some cocktails. Then I ( Bunny ) cleaned a deceased lady's jewelry that I sort of inherited - then The Mister decided that " Dead Lady's Gems " would be a great name for a band. Then we had some more cocktails while we ate berries and watched " The Dolla Dance " on YouTube. Then we talked about having a bunch of parties. Then we made fun of my ( Bunny's ) sister for a few minutes. Then we ate some chocolate pudding while we decided that we really couldn't picture Mumbles Mile doing " The Dolla Dance " while we listened to The Tom Tom Club's remake of " Love To Love You Baby. "
^ BTW, this entire time I was clothed only in my undergarments. ^
The Mister expressed his thoughts that the above described evening activities would not at all be out of line say, if we were heroin addicts. However, heroin addicts we are not. We're just, well.....random. That and....we have no kids.
In case anyone was wondering, the guy in the above pic is the stoner loser from the Twilight movie. Everyone, well ok not everyone, but a lot of people seem to think he's hot.
