





Thong Panties. Yup, which pair do you want?

Aah, just what you want your kid eating, shit out of the toilet. The sucker is the "plunger". Alright then.
Keeping in the spirit of all things poop, I now have for you, the Porky Pooper. As you can read in the small print on the bottom right hand corner, "Trots out tasty treats". Uh huh, moving on.

Oh goodie, more poop. I just don't even want to go there on this one.

I'm linking up once again with Renee at Renee's Ramblins Show Me Saturday. Today's topic is Pet Peeves. If you have any pet peeves you would like to share, link on up with her. She would love it.
My next one is people that chew with their mouth open, smacking their lips, showing you all the disgusting crap going on in their mouth. If I wanted to see food, I'd go to Red Lobster. Just sayin.
Snot Rockets. I have just one word for them. Freaking yuk. Ok, that was 2 words, but hey. It's called Kleenex. Use it, and NOT IN MY VICINITY. I can see you outside my window Steve. David Beckham, not so sexy now, is he.
People, especially girls, that look like this and the first word out of their mouth is, I'm so fat. I'd like to take their skinny little bodies and swat them like a fly. I'm fat. I own it. I should go around saying, "I'm so skinny". Hell, I'm just going to go with that answer the next time someone says that to me. (you know I will)
Those are just a few. But for your reading enjoyment, when I just started out in the blogging world, I wrote a couple of posts. You can read my rant about People That Are Scared and my first Pet Peeve Post if you 

The one, the only, DAZEE!!!!!
I know, you are all shocked that I would choose myself as the weirdo. But you know, I'm weird. I embrace it. I have gone through the 12 step program of weirdness, and passed with flying colors.
First off, the picture is of girls day when my cwason came for a visit. This was the day that we went and got her hair colored and cut, as you can be reminded of the "weird" time we had there by watching the video on this post .
But now I'm really going to prove to you how weird I really can be.
Yesterday, once again, the boys weren't answering their phone calls. So I started using my "surfer dude" talk. (because last week I did my sexy girl talk and I couldn't use that one again). I even used it when typing them a message to call someone back. My favorite one was to the manager that went like this.
"Dude, it would be like, totally radical, if you would like, call "owner", when you get an minute. Like, it would be totally awesome."
Yup, I did that, and I'm not sorry I did. And you know what. They were answering their phone calls like nothing flat. Just goes to show they get tired of hearing my boring voice day in and day out.
I also know that you all have weird questions pop into your heads. Admit it, embrace it. I do. Here are a few that have popped into my head.
A. (while sitting on the toilet) geez louise, how much poop can a body hold anyway?
B. (when having a head cold) where the hell is all this snot coming from? is it just floating around my brain, and exiting through my nose?
C. (when sitting at a red light, that finally turns green, 2,3,4,5 and so on cars behind the lead car) dude, the light is green, it's not going to get any greener if you water and fertilize it. Word to the driving public, if you are "1st in line" you best be watching that light turn green just like the race car dudes do. Got it, now go practice.!!!!!
See, I'm weird. But in a good way. I have other sayings, mostly that I've learned from my hubby (Number C included), but I will save them for the appropriate post.
ps: I've decided that Tuesday, August 17th will be my 12 hours of nice. Wish me luck
Holy Bejoly. Yuk, and poor pedicure person that does those for her.
Ummm, reduction surgery, look into it. Yikes she could really wipe out someone with those babies.
Let me just slip into some shoes before we go. WTH!
No wonder she has red eyes.
What sick and wrong pervert thought these would fly off the shelves like hotcakes?
I just don't even know what to say of this one. And she has a huge smile on her face. I'm......just.........speechless...........
Anywho, we got married at 1:00 PM. In the Silver Bells Wedding Chapel. Me, in my aforementioned yellow dress, and that fine looking yellow hat. Geez, what a dork. Yeah, and he's looking at the wedding license like, "omg, I just got married". (insert the du-du-du music here).
A week later we had an open house. OMG, when I was going through these photo's that I haven't seen in a long time, I just realized what a hottie my hubby was. (And still is)