Make It Stop!!!!

What I don't get is why my husband doesn't understand that his alarm going off for an hour is really putting a damper on me going back to bed after I send the kid off to school. I mean, I'm a professional napper, for crying out loud. Why can't he get on board with this?? Well, smack my hive!! Haha :D

I'm a What?!?

So, my son just informed me that I'm a pluviophile. My mind grapes started spinning with many fancy thoughts, but then he told me this:

Haha, SWEET!! This is sooo true. I'm one of those weird people that when I hear the pitter pat of raindrops, my whole day gets better and my body sighs in happiness :) I don't know why this is, but I've always loved the rain. Maybe because it's so peaceful, because it makes everything green, because it makes things smell so good, I don't know. All I know is that it makes me wicked happy and a calm comes over my kooky brain.

The only downside is the irreparable damage it does to ones doo. So, that's why I'm thinking of getting one of those rockin' old lady hats, sorry, "rain bonnets" to protect my hotness:

That way, I can jump on this sassy bandwagon, lol!!

Rain rocks :D

Harry Potter Mania...c!!

When you're as obsessed about Harry Potter as I am, it's always fun when your equally obsessed SIL decides to have a joint party for hers and Harry's b-days. It's okay that she's 29, right?? Haha. So what do you give said person as a fun party gift?? You give them the following items:

A hanger, a toothpick, a tissue, an old pair of "Uncle Vernon's" socks, and a fifty-"pence" piece. If you're a true fan, you will know that these are all the things that the Dursley's sent to Harry over his time at Hogwarts, minus the times that they completely ignored him. I wrapped it up all pretty in this awesome bag:

I used this one to look kind of like Harry's scar. Nailed it, right?!? Haha. You should've seen the look on her face when she was opening this. She had no idea what I was thinking. She said, "I kept pulling things out and thinking that they must've been things I left at your house. Then I saw the toothpick and I didn't know what to think." Lol. Once everything was out of the bag, I told her what they were and she died laughing!! Then went on to say it was one of the best presents she had ever received! Yep...nailed it, haha.

 

Next up, was what I should wear to the party?? I was feeling rather lazy, since it was a Saturday afternoon, and I didn't want to have to get my gear out of the attic. As luck would have it, I happened to be looking in the bathroom mirror at that exact moment. I was wearing my oh so classy Happy, Happy, Happy Duck Dynasty shirt. Eureka!! Problem solved...

It's amazing what a little paper and packing tape can do for you, in a pinch, haha. The shirt was a hit and we ended up having a really good time. FYI, my SIL makes amazing butterbeer! Sidenote: I got a perfect 50/50 on the trivia quiz so I had to go head to head with the birthday girl. I should've let her have it, but I have issues, lol. I stumped her with the name of Hagrid's mom. Go look it up. It's definitely one to keep in your back pocket :)

 

Happy Birthday Harry and Heather!! Thanks for the brilliant party. Slughorn would've been proud :)

Something Smells Sticky In Here....

This is what happens when your cousin asks if she can take of pic of you putting whipped cream on your nose.  What the?!?

I had no idea that my previously perceived gentle cousin was such a naughty penguin, LOL!!!! I thought it would just be me pretending or maybe doing a little dab then having her take a pic, but noooo!! She launched at me and shoved that sucker up my nose, hahaha!! Love it :D My nostrils were sticky for hours after, lolllll. My mind grapes are spinning as to what my next move is, muh wah ha haaaa :D Love you, cuz!

Suck My Heiney?!?

For the life of me, I CANNOT seem to remember what smh means. I can't even tell you how many freaking times I've had to Google it!! Dumb thing is that as soon as I click on the definition, I immediately remember that it means "shaking my head." The acronym and my brain just.don't.match. to me. So, I've decided to change it to something that makes more sense to my sad head. Here are my top 3 choices. Let me know what you think fits best:

1) Suck my heiney - this is my fave :) Totes inappropes, but funny.
2) Smell my hand - just fits for some strange reason.
3) Smack my hive - seems totally like something Flo from Alice would say, haha. Old school!

So there are your choices. Help a sista out, lol!! :D

Who Doesn't Love Nancy??

This is for my sister, Nancy. She is awesome and loads of fun. However, she also deserves these creepy pics that I stumbled across online. Who wouldn't love a sassy lil' sis so much that you forget to wear your pants?? ME!! Hahaha :D

Hey...it's...a SWEATER!!

Si El Guapo. I found the perfect way for you to get some privacy on your next journey. All you do is bring along a turtleneck esweater, put in on, then turn it inside out. Then, place your laptop on your lap, underneath the sweater, and you have total, perfect, albeit very sweaty privacy. Good luck!!

Gimme a Break

I don't know if other shiny people have the same problem as I do, but it goes like this:  I hear or think of a song, the song gets stuck in my head, I sing that song over and over, then I start changing the words to the song with words that rhyme with poo, boogers, or anything else gross/weird, then after a while I actually start telling myself to "STOP IT," but that still doesn't work, haha. In the meantime, my hubby and son have pleaded with me multiple times to please stop singing the song. I hear them and I yearn to comply, but once it's stuck, there is no help, aside from alien intervention.

Tonight, this same thing happened. I somehow got that dang freaking stinkin' "Let It Go" song going into the torture time continuum, called my brain. After several minutes and many poopy renditions later, I found a way to stop. Then a few minutes later, this conversation took place:

Me:  (I start singing the song again)

George: I thought you were going to stop singing that song?

Me:  I did stop, but then I started again.

George:  Well...it seems that there really wasn't a break. Try again.

Hahaha. If you knew the sardonic tones of my mate, you would find this as hilarious as I did. If not, then may Satan's spawn be your new shop teacher, just kidding, but maybe Home Ec.  Oh the joys of having my brain; it sometimes makes me tired :) The worst part about writing this post is that now I have that ruddy song in my head again...AHHHH! Gotta just let it go, har har.