Sadly, I did not make urlesque’s Bloggers We Want To See In Bikinis.

[See previous entry]

By the way, I like sarcasm.  Every light in my house was off long before 8:30PM last night because I was not home.  However, every light (except that emitted by the television) was off in my significant other’s house as well.

Because I believe global warming to be more or less a bunch of hooey (see also: malarky, bullsh!t), I plan to turn every light, appliance, and power sucking device in my house on at 8:30PM.

But I do recycle and I love me some polar bears, so I’m not completely evil.

At my former job, I had an anti-stress arsenal in my desk drawer – bubble solution, play dough, random Happy Meal toys. My go-to, though, was my silly putty. So today, when I stopped by Mighty Goods and saw a post about COLOR CHANGING SILLY PUTTY, my world was sufficiently rocked.

An adult bedbug can survive up to a year without feeding.

To expand on an earlier tweet, my dear, sweet 84-year-old grandmother wants to know where all the money lost in the stock market went.  And I fear she is far from alone.  That is part of what is wrong with this country and why we are in deep shit right now. 

A) Much of the country has little to no understanding of how the stock market, or economics in general, works.  I’m beginning to think everyone should have to take a crash course in economics before they are allowed to vote.  (Public officials should be required to earn CEUs in economics-)

B) So much of our economy is based on money that never really existed.

and

C) The government thinks the answer to that is to spend more money that does not actually exist.  BRING BACK THE GOLD STANDARD!

There’s not much better than a slightly icy Dr. Pepper.

THere’s not much worse than an exploded Dr. Pepper in the freezer.

Actually LICKING envelopes seems so barbaric in this day and age.

Since when does the Family Channel use the word slut and phrases like “hump and dump”?  Maybe I’m turning into an old… prude, but come on… you’ve got the word FAMILY in your name.

So… Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban had a baby girl on Monday and named her… Sunday?  Right, makes perfect sense.

I wonder if it was raining on Sunday.  (If you’re not familiar with Keith Urban, don’t try to figure that one out.)