While prepping pics for some future blog posts, I had a little too much fun in Picnik.
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I found this on a blog I was reading, and had to have some fun myself. Introducing my Simpson-self: ![]() Simpsonified
Check out the author’s name of this book: Unruly River. Somehow, I ended up at this article on FoxNews about weird sex laws. It’s similar to things you’ve probably seen around the internet before, so perhaps you may just want to skip this post if you’re bored of all that. Here are a few things I found amusing/interesting from the list:
That’s all I’ve got. We’re out of town this weekend for a wedding. Hope everyone has a good one! It’s amazing the things you can find on the internet. This group I found in Flickr (wedding pictures almost ready to share!) and thought of you, The New York Times had an interesting article with a searchable database that told me the following:
Interested in how your last name ranks? Yes, I did notice that my new template isn’t the right dimensions for photos. And I’m too tired to deal with it today. So you will just have to be patient. But, to entertain you….
Enjoy! This morning while on my coffee break, I saw a bird taking a bath in a puddle between two cards in a parking lot downtown. It was clearly the best bath he’d ever had, and he was very excited about it. Wish I could get that excited about my shower in the mornings. While out for lunch (soup from the bagel place), I experienced my very own Overheard In New York moment (edited for those of us who just don’t like those words). White gangster with child in tow: F’ers. F-ing impatient mother-f’ers when I’ve got a two year old…. I presume that a bus left before he was able to catch it. However, he wasn’t running, and he was walking down the wrong side of the street to catch a bus from, so I’m not really sure. From Overheard in the Office (which I don’t often read, but I’m that bored): From I Can Has Cheezburger?: From Cute Overload: Hope you enjoy! Go look at this picture. It reminded me of you (only because every time you hear a child cry, you say “I felt that way too this morning”). I just read the most fabulous “instructable” of someone who truly tried to make lemonade out of lemons. “Make Life Better with a Sailboat-in-a-Closet” was written by a guy after his divorce, and he’s got some tongue-in-cheek humor and while I’ll never make a sailboat, I just thought it was clever enough to focus your attention on.
**Yes, I totally stole that pic from one of the blogs I read today, but I’m way too lazy to check which one it was. But I didn’t steal bandwidth, just the image. Promise. I got this in the mail yesterday: ![]() If I hadn't been laughing so hard, I'm sure I would have fainted. Apparently, the AARP thinks that I am over 50 and it is a great tragedy that I haven’t joined their ranks yet. Last time I was at I almost called them to correct the error. I mean, they’re 22 years off, at least. But I figured that they probably just got me mixed up with one of the other million people with my same name. Today’s History Lesson: Contraceptives (and talking about them) were considered “obscene” and were illegal until the early 20th century. The woman who pioneered the birth control revolution (as in, she coined the phrase, advocated for contraceptives, and formed the organization we now know as Planned Parenthood) was a fugitive living in London because she chose to teach women they had the right to tell their husbands they didn’t want to have sex with them. Imagine that. We get to choose? I had no idea! I am so glad that [most] of the world has come a long ways since then. And I am very thankful that not only is it legal for me to be on the Pill, but that my health insurance covers it (I remember in my teens when it did not). I realize that I’m only on it for medical reasons, but it is nice to know that in case I did something incredibly stupid or, heaven forbid, were raped, that I most likely wouldn’t have to worry about being pregnant. Well, not that I would have to anyways. But that’s beside the point. Contraceptives are a wonderful thing. So is the phrase “no means no.” That is the end of today’s feminist rant. |
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