Did you know I Can Has Cheezburger is celebrating Meowloween this week?
In honor of this most awesome holiday, I’m asking you to help me pick from the list of caption suggestions in the poll below. All suggestions are compliments of my clever, silly husband.
Here are a few of my favorite Meowloween pics. Enjoy!
I just couldn’t resist!
Our big Halloween event is next Saturday so it’s time to get serious about our costumes. My first project is to dye the nylon jacket we purchased from the Salvation Army a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, I seem to have only dyed my hands and fingernails. The jacket is still lime green, but my nails are a lovely shade of black.
Crafting tip for my readers: Wear gloves when working with permanent fabric dye.
But, you all probably knew that already. Right?
Oh, and make sure you plug the drain with a stopper that actually fits said drain in the large utility sink you are using to dye your fabric. This step is actually quite crucial for successfully dying your fabric.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the driving force behind Catholicism WOW, Cardinal Glick.
Cardinal Glick: Thank you, thank you, thank you. Now we all know how the majority and the media in this country view the Catholic church. They think of us as a passe, archaic institution. People find the Bible obtuse… even hokey. Now in an effort to disprove all that the church has appointed this year as a time of renewal… both of faith and of style. For example, the crucifix. While it has been a time honored symbol of our faith, Holy Mother Church has decided to retire this highly recognizable, yet wholly depressing image of our Lord crucified. Christ didn’t come to Earth to give us the willies… He came to help us out. He was a booster. And it is with that take on our Lord in mind that we’ve come up with a new, more inspiring sigil. So it is with great pleasure that I present you with the first of many revamps the “Catholicism WOW. ” campaign will unveil over the next year. I give you… The Buddy Christ. Now that’s not the sanctioned term we’re using for the symbol, just something we’ve been kicking around the office, but look at it. Doesn’t it… pop? Buddy Christ…
Gil surprised me with a gift today, and the fact that he ordered this for me does indeed confirm he really knows me. I squealed with joy when I saw the box sitting on my desk, and then proceeded to rip it open like a child on Christmas morning. I think it was 30 minutes later before I put my new Buddy Christ statue down.
One of my Top 5 favorite movies is the movie Dogma. Kevin Smith is a genius, pure and simple. He proved that with the casting of Alanis Morrissette as God. I understand Dogma may be very offensive to some, but as with anything, you have to take it for what it is. I choose to take it as a theatrical masterpiece. Ok, maybe not a masterpiece but it is damn funny. And, there’s the message that’s sometimes hard to see behind the foul language, nudity and blasphemy. But just ignore those things and watch it anyway. Then, watch it again. You will appreciate it much more once you aren’t pissed off anymore.
Here are some of my favorite quotes:
Rufus: He still digs humanity, but it bothers Him to see the shit that gets carried out in His name – wars, bigotry, televangelism. But especially the factioning of all the religions. He said humanity took a good idea and, like always, built a belief structure on it.
Bethany: Having beliefs isn’t good?
Rufus: I think it’s better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier. Life should malleable and progressive; working from idea to idea permits that. Beliefs anchor you to certain points and limit growth; new ideas can’t generate. Life becomes stagnant.
Metatron: Human beings have neither the aural nor the psychological capacity to withstand the awesome power of God’s true voice. Were you to hear it, your mind would cave in and your heart would explode within your chest. We went through five Adams before we figured that one out.
Serendipity: I have issues with anyone who treats faith as a burden instead of a blessing. You people don’t celebrate your faith; you mourn it.
Serendipity: When are you people going to learn? It’s not about who’s right or wrong. No denomination’s nailed it yet, and they never will because they’re all too self-righteous to realize that it doesn’t matter what you have faith in, just that you have faith. Your hearts are in the right place, but your brains need to wake up.
Bartleby: The humans have besmirched everything bestowed on them. They were given Paradise, they threw it away. They were given this planet, they destroyed it. They were favored best among all His endeavors, and some of them don’t even believe He exists. And in spite of it all, He’s shown them infinite fucking patience at every turn.
And finally, the reason I will always say “bless you” after a sneeze:
[to the female board member]
Loki: You’re a pure soul… but you didn’t say “God bless you” when I sneezed.
[raises his gun to the female board member’s head]
Loki: [angrily] You’re getting off light.
[as he leaves the board room]
Loki: You’re so lucky.
I can’t believe it’s been so long since I posted a Monday Treasure Chest. I’m going to try and get back on track with that by posting a few things I’m thankful for today. And yes, I realize today isn’t Monday but for the sake of this blog, let’s just pretend it is. Okay?
I am rockin’ some new feather extensions in my hair. I LOVE them! I want more. As a matter of fact, I’m already plotting ways to make that happen before we leave for vacation next week. My super awesome amazing hair designer, Sugar, ordered the extensions because I begged and pleaded and she loves me. They came in Friday afternoon. Yes, I was at the salon bright and early Saturday morning to get my new bling. Did I mention that I love them? If you are in the Tampa area, you should definitely go see her and get your own. See how awesome they look?
I also want to recognize a couple of people in my life who mean the world to me. You know who you are and I can’t thank you enough for being the real deal when it comes to walking the walk and talking the talk. I respect and admire you and and hope to live my life as authentically as you do. When I needed a sympathetic ear yesterday, you were both there for me. We haven’t talked in months but there was no doubt in my mind who I would turn to when I needed truth and honestly. You are two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met and I am blessed to call you friend.
The last on my list is sort of a shameless plug in order to get myself some extra entries in a contest over at Aiming Low. Well, it’s not entirely insincere that I would write about Aiming Low because I do completely and utterly love the site and regularly
stalk follow a few of the bloggers over there. I mean, who wouldn’t love a site that brings several of your all time favoritest bloggers (Anissa, Faiqa, and Cecily) together in one place? How can you not be sucked into a website that’s is described as “…a group of women/men/moms/dads/bloggers/friends/writers that believe that there’s no shame in serving mac and cheese for dinner three nights in a row, Febreeze was created to make a questionably clean shirt smell ready-to-walk-out-the-door-fresh and that slack isn’t a way of life…it’s an art.” I do highly recommend you scoot right on over there because I guarantee there will be laughter in your future if you do.
One of the bloggers over at Aiming Low, MommyGeek, is launching a new bi-weekly column about geeky stuff. Helloooo. I’m all over it and can’t wait to read each new article she posts. She kicked off her new column in style by telling us all about Google TV and now I’m all in lust and must own this. Oh, and to make it even better, Aiming Low and Dish Network, are giving away a Google TV system. OMG! Can you imagine how much my dear husband would love me if I actually won this spectacular prize? So, I’m telling you guys all about it for two reasons. First, by doing so, I’m earning an extra 10 entries in the contest. Second, and against my better judgement, I’m sharing the opportunity for you to also enter to win the Google TV from Aiming Low and Dish Network.
Have a great week!!
(30 Days of Truth – Day 20 – Discuss your favorite movie and why it’s important to you)
Have you ever watched a movie that, when the credits roll, leaves you feeling like you’ve just run a 100-yard dash through a sand trap? Have you ever spent 135 minutes wiping away tears of sadness and laughter simultaneously? For me, this is Love Actually and this happens every time I watch. Love Actually is a one of those movies filled with complicated, intertwining relationships where the telling of multiple stores culminates in the end with everyone coming together in a big closing scene. This movie is funny and sad and everything in between. It’s filled with people falling in and out of love and people hoping to be loved. It’s a movie that celebrates the loss of a beloved wife and mother. It leaves you agonizing over a love that can never be realized and it fills your heart with giddy elation when the boy finally gets the girl.
As much as the stories in the movie move me, it’s really the accompanying soundtrack and musical score by Craig Armstrong that invokes my extreme rush of emotions. As much as I would love to describe in great detail how this movie makes me feel, I just don’t think I’m capable of it. And to make matters worse, I watched the movie AGAIN tonight and now I just want to take my ‘all is right with the world’ arse to bed. I thought it would provide me with mounds of inspiration and the words would just start flowing but it had the complete opposite effect. I’m sitting here and can’t think of a thing to say. I’ve experienced emotional overload and now I just need sleep. However, I don’t want to leave you hanging. Besides, these clips and these quotes will do more justice than any silly words I write here.
I’ll start with the official trailer for the movie.
One of my absolute favorite scenes and by far my favorite movie quote of all time comes from 11 year old Sam. Sam is in love with a girl at school but he thinks she doesn’t know he exists. This is dialogue between him and his step father.
Daniel: So what’s the problem, Sammy-o? Is it just Mum, or is it something else? Maybe… school – are you being bullied? Or is it something worse? Can you give me any clues at all?
Sam: You really want to know?
Daniel: I really want to know.
Sam: Even though you won’t be able to do anything to help?
Daniel: Even if that’s the case, yeah.
Sam: Okay. Well, the truth is… actually… I’m in love.
Sam: I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time, and I am. But the truth is, I’m in love and I was before she died, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Daniel: [laughs] Aren’t you a bit young to be in love?
Daniel: Oh, well, okay… right. Well, I mean, I’m a little relieved.
Daniel: Well, because I thought it would be something worse.
Sam: [incredulous] Worse than the total agony of being in love?
Tell me that’s not the most adorable line ever spoken by a kid in a movie!
This is a compilation of scenes I found on YouTube that, in my opinion, truly conveys the level of sadness felt thoughout the movie by some of the characters.
In this scene, Mark uses written messages to confess to his best friend’s wife, Juliet, that he loves her. This is the definition of romance.
And who doesn’t absolutely love Hugh Grant?!?
The first time I watched this movie I honestly believed that love, real love, did not exist. I remember the feeling I got when I turned the movie off at the end. It was a feeling of hope and that all I have to do is look around. “Love actually is…all around.”
(30 Days of Truth – Day 4 – Something that is part of your routine that you enjoy)
As I started thinking about today’s topic, I realized how little routine I have in my life. I guess it’s no wonder if you read my loving husband’s blog from yesterday. You know the one. He talked about his lack of routine. I guess the same thing can be said for me. But I decided to really pay attention to my day today and I came up with a couple of things I do, routinely, every day. I wake up and get ready for work. There is NOTHING about this that I enjoy. Ok, moving on. I get in my truck and drive to work. If there’s anything I enjoy less than waking up and mornings, it’s my commute. I hate it but it’s a burden I shall bear to have a job I truly enjoy doing.
My days at work vary minute to minute. I never do the same thing twice. I have certain tasks that need to be completed on a regular basis, but our business is so fluid that I can’t plan or schedule those out on a routine basis. I just have to make time between everything else to make sure they get done. Suffice it to say, I have no routines at work.
Oh, but wait a minute. I do have one. My lunch break. I thoroughly enjoy my ME time at lunch. I will almost always eat at my desk, door closed and my internet browser blazing. I use this 30 minute break in my day to satisfy my guiltiest pleasure. I read Rickey Stokes. What the heck is Rickey Stokes you ask? Well, you must not be from Southeast Alabama. Rickey is this guy back in my hometown of Dothan, Alabama. He calls himself a journalist and has a press pass and reports the news. However, all three of those descriptors are very liberally applied. VERY! Gil often refers to www.RickeyStokesNews.com (RSN) as the TMZ of Dothan. I suppose this is why I love reading the site and why I can’t stand to miss a day.
I don’t know Rickey personally and I have no idea how or why Rickey began reporting the news. I do know from reading his website that he is a former coroner who now owns a bail bonding company. He has a house on Lake Eufaula at Hardridge Creek and seems to spend a lot of time there with friends and family. I first started reading his site several years ago when I was directed to go look at pictures of a traffic accident. Yep, you read that right. Most of the stories on RSN contain photos of wrecked cars, whether it be little fender benders or full on fatality scenes. I have to note that Rickey does NOT post photos of people or bodies from these accidents, but he will turn all paparazzi on you if you commit a crime and find yourself arrested. Rickey is considerate of the families of these victims and holds out posting photos and names until the next of kin has been notified.
If you are interested in checking out RSN, be warned that some of the stores are not for the faint of heart. Rickey and his league of staff report on the local news which often includes commission meetings, car wrecks, structure fires, edged weapon assaults, drug round ups and dead bodies. And those are just today’s headlines. Rickey is often found ranting and raving about local and state politics. This is what keeps me coming back for more. Rickey even has a section called Hunt ‘n Fish where readers can submit photos of their most recent wildlife carcasses…er….trophies. If you capture an albino turkey with your cell phone camera, the first place you are going to want to share that is on RSN.
I also often ask myself, “Good grief, where did these people learn how to spell?” I keep telling Gil I’m going to write Rickey a letter and offer up my very limited editing abilities for FREE if he’ll just let me have a shot at those articles before he posts them. He often misuses words and phrases and you can forget about spacing and punctuation. But apparently, no one cares. RSN gets an average of 91,000 hits a day in a city of 60,000 people. Obviously, I don’t care. He’s reporting the news, local gossip, outing corrupt businessmen and politicians, and even helps out the local animal shelter with a weekly Pet of the Week who’s time is running out. If there’s a charity event, Rickey lets everyone know about it. If the Sheriff is working alongside his loyal deputies on the overnight shift on New Year’s Eve, he lets the public know that, too. What makes Rickey and his stories so much fun, though, is his complete inability to report objectively on anything. Rickey may deliver the news with tons of sarcasm and misspellings, but people just keep right on reading what he has to say. My old friend Thomas once told me he “would like to go on a ride-a-long with Rickey one day, maybe as a guest spell checker.”
There are some days I find myself laughing out loud at Rickey’s mockery of a city politician. On other days I may fly into a fit of outrage over the anti-gambling policies of my former home state. I know what it is about this lunchtime ritual that brings me joy and I may have to look past the opinions, gossip, dead animals and gross misspellings to find what I’m looking for, but I do find it each and every day. Every day Rickey manages to provide me with a piece of home. Even though I now live hundreds of miles away, it’s nice to know my daily routine keeps me in touch with the place that for me will always be home.