Tuesday, March 23, 2010


Ok, I am beginning to get a little paranoid. There is something shady going on. Let me explain. A few weeks back Brad asked me to pick him up some dental floss when I went to Walmart. Let me say however, that “picking up” dental floss for Brad is not as easy as it sounds. I never remember which kind he likes and he is very particular. It’s annoying actually because he is particular about something he never actually uses. Whatever… anyway, so when I go and “pick up” his floss, I usually stand on the floss isle for 15 minutes trying to figure out which one he likes. I go back and forth between the tape and the floss. It is a stressful time for me.

So, I got his floss and came home. However, when I got home, there was no floss. It was completely missing, nowhere to be found. It actually took me a few weeks to build up the courage to go back to Walmart to get him more floss. So I bit the bullet and went this past week. Let me interrupt myself here and say this – not once during those few weeks without floss, did Brad ask me about it. Further proving this is just a stupid stressor in my life. As if I don’t have enough. Ok, so I go back, spend the same 15 minutes standing at the flippin floss staring at it like there is no tomorrow. Tape? Floss? Mint? Waxed? UUUUUUGGGHHHH! One stomach ulcer later, I have his floss and I am checking out.

I get home and guess what? There is no floss. AGAIN. I am not kidding. The floss is totally not in my bag. I did check my recipt and I did pay for it. The only explanation that I can come up with is I am being punk’d. Where is Ashton? Surely he is going to come out and laugh at me. Well, the joke is on him (and Brad). I am NOT going back. If the hippy needs floss, he can get it himself. I am over it. I will never get that 30 minutes and $3.00 back.

I feel fairly certain that the register at checkout number 8 has a drawer that looks like this when it is opened:

Someone that works at the stupid Walmart thinks they are being funny. When I figure out who it is, it isn't going to be pretty.

Saturday, March 6, 2010


I just wanted to say that 99.9% of the time, I write these blog posts late at night. After reading over the last few, I probably should start writing them in the morning. I promise I am a somewhat intelligent person. I know that it does not appear that way with all the grammatical errors, unclear thoughts, and just the overall hot mess my blogs are.

So, sorry. Aren't you happy to know my children are homeschooled? Yeah, I thought so.

*Posted on both blogs, because both blogs are train wrecks! LOL!

Thursday, March 4, 2010


Oh I stumbled across this little gem today, DESPAIR. I can not begin to tell you how entertained I have been by this site. You know those motivational posters you see in offices? Well, this site offers DEmotivational posters. HAHAHAHA. Entertainment at it's best. Here are a few (ok, a lot) of my personal favorites:

This one is for my favorite customer service girl at WalMart.

Rut Ro!


And my personal favorite...

Maybe I'm just jaded, but these are DARN funny to me. Sad, I know.