Dear McDonald's..........

Whew, this week is coming to a close.  It's Friday.  My weekend starts at 3:00 PM today.  I'm very excited about that.  As you can tell from my beautiful picture.  Don't you think I rock the purple hair?  

Today, as I'm joining in the fun with Christy and Boobies, I want you to be aware that the photo's I'm about to show you might make you want to wash your eyes out.  You have been warned.

My first frack you goes to all you blogs that I follow that decide you just must post the food that you are preparing.  I mean, I'm very grateful that you post the recipe and all.  But come on.  Have you not been told of my extreme need of taste a vision.  While going through my reader last night, I was assaulted by post, after post, after post, of some of the best looking food.  You are not my friends right now.  I will give you all a chance to come to my place and make me what you are showing.  Yeah, cuz I'm kind like that.

What the frack is up with this guy?   

Dude, the shuttle astronauts called and said you are blinding them in space. 

 Men, if you have that much body hair, please, for the love of people everywhere, keep your shirts on.  I bet that lady walking next to him is totally doing the look of horror out of the side of her eyes.  Furthermore, WTH are those on your feet?

You may go wash out your eyes.  I'll wait...........................

  

Dear McDonald's.  You have a fracking case of false advertisement going on.  

I spotted a bunch of these billboards around town yesterday.  Yes, I can drive, see them, and snap a photo, all at the same time.  I'm a multitasker.  

Craving has no curfew?

I beg to differ with you.  I crave an egg mcmuffin, oh, about going home from work time, which is 4:00 PM.  Can I stop and get one?   N to the NO.....squared.   You only serve them during breakfast hours.  Can I get fries during your precious morning hours with my egg mcmuffin?  Nope.  That has to wait till you start making your rest of the day items.   Totally false advertising.  CRAVINGS DO HAVE A CURFEW at your local McDonald's.  

Should have thought that one through a little bit better marketing department.  

(ps:  I can be bought, free food for life and booking myself on Ellen will be avoided)

Now, Friday just wouldn't be complete without playing along with A Daft Scots Lass Friday Shoegasm

Before I show you the shoes that I have found this week, remember.

DAZEE DOES NOT DO HEELS.  Dazee would look like a beached whale on heels.  Not to mention, Dazee would fall on her ass in heels.   Yeah, I totally just talked in the 3rd person, sue me.

I saved these for last because, honestly, if I did do heels, I would do these.  

I mean, come on, you want a pair, don't you?

Eek, It's A Mouse

Today's homework assignment by Miss Jenny is brought to you by the letter

Whatever could I come up with that is not your normal M subject?  First I thought maybe MUNCHIES.   Naw.  Then I thought McDONALDS, but I'm saving that for tomorrow.   How about MAILMAN, MUSIC, MOM, MONSTERS OR MAYHEM?  Nope.  I have decided on something that is very close to my heart, and not in a a good way.

MUSOPHOBIA

according to Dictionary.com

Noun

A Morbid Fear Of Mice

Well, I'll be damned, that would be me.

I am terrified of mice.  Like scream, run in place, heart palpitations, and truck driver swearing.  Mr. Dazee is always trying to tell me that I am a big monster to those wee little mice.  Yeah right.  This is how it looks when I see a mouse.

Do you see that?  That mouse is a monster.  I can hardly stand even looking at the picture.  My stomach just did the ole "roll like I'm on a roller coaster" feeling.

Where does this stem from?   I know that it comes from my childhood.  One day my mom sent me down to the basement, that wasn't finished, where our "pantry" was, to get a can of something.  I stepped onto a flattened cardboard box, and a mouse ran out from under it.  Scared the crap out of me.  I wouldn't go back down into the basement after that.

I posted about a horrible mouse adventure when I first started blogging a year ago.   Check it out, or not.....

I want you to know, that I've tried being a big girl.  This past winter, when the mice were abundant again at work, I was on the phone with Adam in our corporate location, when out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a mouse.  (darn that good peripheral vision).  As I'm screaming into his ear, "THERE'S A MOUSE IN MY OFFICE", he is laughing his butt off, and I've practically jumped up onto my desk.  I was hyperventilating.  I started crying.  Then the rat named Adam, sent me a video of a ton of mice running around.  Yeah, Adam, I'll get you back one of these days for that.  But I digress.  I finally stood up, walked around my desk, was heading out my door, when that damn mouse ran right in front of me and out the door.  As I ran in place screaming, FINALLY, the boys came running to the rescue.

Do you know how hard it was for me to even go back into my office?  I actually left early that day.  I got so sick to my stomach.  Didn't want to go into the office the next day.

Dr. Phil would tell me I need to confront my phobia.  Guess what Dr. Phil?  There's no way in hell I'm going to be stranded in a room full of mice to "OVERCOME" the fear.  Did you not see the Criminal Minds episode that the bad dude was supposedly "helping" people overcome their phobias, by doing just that, and killing them by way of that phobia.  Yeah, thanks but no thanks.  (even tho, I know that my boyfriend Shemar would come through and save me).

There you have it.  I now have to go wash my eyes out to get the picture of me and the mouse out of my head.

And why can't I get this freaky song out of my head?

Ok, So She's A Little Upset

Once upon a time there was a man.  He for some reason pissed off his wife.  

This is why he never should have done that.

And you thought you were having a bad day.

So Ok, I'm A Big Goonball

Saturday, Mr. Dazee and I made a little trip down to Linden, Utah.  Now, I know you are thinking to yourself, why on earth would you go there.    Mr. Dazee has been looking at playground bark for a play area we are doing in our backyard.  (we don't spoil our grandkids, stop it).  

Last year when I started blogging, I would take note of what blogs people were talking about.  One of them was Because Nice Matters.    I went over and checked her out, and fell in love with her blog immediately.  She was so sweet and lovable, I just had to follow along.

One day, Noelle mentioned that her little sister was starting a blog.   Would we please go over and check her out.  (That's how nice Noelle is, I would have been all up in your face, telling you to get your butts over there right now).  Off I went, like a good girl, and a friendship was born between me and Baby Sister at La Esquina de la Estrellita.  Now, because I'm not the brightest bulb in the lamp, I couldn't tell you what her blog name means in English, but me and baby sister have become good friends, even tho she is young enough to be my daughter.

Getting back to me being a goonball.  I emailed Noelle because their family owns a nursery.  They are only about 25 miles away from where I live, so we were off to look at their playground bark.  

My heart was all a-twitter.  I was FINALLY going to meet some of my blogging friends.  The whole way there, I was sooooo nervous.  What if they think I'm fat and ugly?  What if they think I'm way too weird for them?  What would I say?  I was torturing myself.  

We get to Linden Nursery .  Mr. Dazee goes off in search of the bark.  I went in search of Baby Sister.  I go to the front desk, and ask if Baby Sister is there.  Ok, I asked for her real name, but I almost asked for her blog name. :)  They tracked her down and said she would be up to the store in a minute.   This is the point where I began to fidget, and pace and wait....and wait....and finally, I hear the side door open, I look down the hall and there they were..........

  

Baby Sister is on the left, Noelle, who is 2 weeks from having little Emily, is on the right.  Honestly, she doesn't even look like she is due for another couple of months. 

Ok, here is the goonball part.  I hope you are sitting down.  Envision if you will, Dazee, in all her glory, running slowly, arms outstretched, giggling, tears coming to her eyes, as she runs closer to these 2 girls, and embraces them in the biggest group hug ever.  I couldn't even speak.  I got too emotional.  Honestly, what in the hell was up with that.  They were speechless.  (I probably scared them to death)  I got to meet Mama Smurf, and another one of their sisters (who informed me she doesn't blog, I'll forgive her, she doesn't know what she is missing).    I didn't want to leave.  I wanted to just stay, and talk, and I kept hugging them, and I'm just a goonball.  What can I say.

Now, because I really need to prove that I actually met them, Mr. Dazee took a photo of all three of us.  

I'm the one in the middle (hahaha, like you didn't know)  Don't I look like a goonball.  All twitterpated  being in their presence.    

A word to the wise.

There are more of you I want to meet.  I won't be able to contain my excitement.   If we meet in an airport, be prepared to be embarrassed when I do my run with outstretched arms.  

I will meet more of you.  It's a promise.  

One last thing.

This is Miss L

Today is her 9th birthday

Happy Birthday my beautiful girl!!!!!