Sick Over the Bailout Fiasco? Might As Well Pause for a Laugh - It's Not Like You Can Do Anything Else!

[ Warning: contains one expletive - NSFW or little ears. ]

It's Time for Some Campaigning!

Brian sent this to me and I just had to share. As Larry the Cable Guy says, "I don't care who you are, THAT'S funny right there!"

Loves Me Like Barack

This was posted to YouTube by the talk radio host Phil Valentine, who is based out of Nashville. I don't care which side of the fence you're on, I just think this is funny:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gIERAsVcY7U

And Speaking of Cell Phones...

@ Douglas County Courthouse

I Has a Sweet Potato

This LiveJournal post of a "conversation" between an owner and a dog hell-bent on doing what it pleases sent me into hysterical laughter and to the point of tears. My coworkers thought I'd completely lost my mind, I'm sure.

Warning: Do not read while eating or drinking, or with a full bladder!

Caught in the Act

Last week I bought a stuffed Dr. Seuss Sam I Am toy - it was on clearance for only $2.50 - and put it in the middle of the bed in the funky pop art room. One day I came upstairs to find Sara playing with Sam I Am in the middle of the living room floor. I thought maybe Grayson had gotten it down because Sara is afraid of climbing on anything very high. I took the toy away from her and put it back on the bed. A short while later, same thing. It became apparent that Grayson was innocent, but how to prove it when Sara would only grab Sam I Am when I was out of the room?

As it turns out that was not a problem. Amanda was over and we were chatting while I was putting together an IKEA desk. Meanwhile, Sara was pacing and eyeing Sam I Am, and when she couldn't control herself any longer she snatched him with only one guilty glance over her shoulder. Naughty girl!

What YOU know about some HAM HOCKS???!!!???

Stopped by the Publix on Cascade Road in Atlanta last night. It's the only grocery store on my way home, but I shop there a lot mainly because I like it better than most of the others closer to my house. The selection is a lot better - probably because it's in a more affluent area than the stores near me - and I rarely leave there missing a critical ingredient for a recipe I'd planned to prepare. The population in the area surrounding the store is predominantly black, and I'm often the only white person in the store when I visit.

So I'm going to make this Lentil-Red Pepper soup recipe I found in one of my crock pot cookbooks, and it calls for a ham hock. I head back to the
meat department, grab a package of ham hocks, and get in the checkout line. The cashier finishes with the gentleman in front of me, greets me, looks down at the conveyor belt and my ham hocks, and exclaims, "What YOU know about some HAM HOCKS???!!!???" I cracked up laughing, as did the guy in front of me, at the obvious inference (white girl buying ham hocks). I said I didn't feel well and needed them for soup - THAT'S what I know about some ham hocks. I probably completely blew her mind when I told her I liked eating greens, too.