Things that make me laugh -- Forget You (Muppet Style)

This makes me dance like a crazy chicken!



A Conversation with my Husband

Me: I think I'm going to donate my espresso maker.
Hubby: That's a good idea. I've never seen you use it.
Me: I used to use it everyday. Then I discovered sugarfree Red Bull. If they sold a sugarfree Red Bull maker, I'd buy it.
Hubby: I look forward to the day that I come home from work and find you mixing up a vat of Red Bull.
Me: Yeah, me too.



A passion out of control

Things that make me laugh -- Doogie Howser theme from SNL

One of my weird celebrity obsessions is with Neil Patrick Harris. I watched so much Doogie Howser growing up, that I will never see Neil Patrick Harris as anything else. For the kid in me, I posted this super funny SNL clip of Neil Patrick Harris playing the Doogie Howser theme song on a keyboard.

When you just need something to amuse you, watch this.

The day her hair turned

Having a baby is the most wonderful thing in the world. The funny thing is, I went most of my adult life believing that I didn’t want kids. It was going to be great. I’d have lots of disposable income. I could fly to Paris on a whim. I could go on adventures and take risks. My ultimate goal (and is still kind of a dream) was to be on the show Survivor, yes, the reality TV show. Although my strategy to win based on sex appeal may need to be modified. For some reason, the C section scar, excess weight, and less than perky breasts don’t seem to attract those 20 year old sexy male tribe mates.

Then I met Chris. I knew the moment we met that I was going to marry him, but I did not foresee having a daughter with him.

Don’t get me wrong, she was not a surprise. Well, not exactly a surprise anyway. We had been trying for 10 months, and had reason to believe that we would not conceive on our own. It’s funny how doctors can be wrong about these things.

When my little miracle arrived, she had a full head of dark red hair and blue eyes. It was a stunning combination. It’s amazing. I stare at this little one every day; yet, I barely notice the small changes. One day, when my daughter was 14 weeks old, I looked down and she had a full head of light brown hair. I know it happened gradually, but missed it. To me, it seemed to have happened overnight. It’s amazing how easily we can get caught up in our daily lives and forget to notice the little things.  

You don't mess with the Biebes?

I've known for quite some time that you don't mess with the Walken, but what I found out on Superbowl Sunday is that you also don't mess with the Biebes. It was one of those philosophical debates that only seem happen when you've had one too many beers. I'm thinking that my friends are wrong on this one. Quite frankly, I'm a little insulted that my comrades would place Justin Beiber on the same level as Christopher Walken. After all, I'm not sure that Biebes has got the staying power.

Here is 5 reasons why it is ok to mess with the Biebes.

1. Its fun to say Biebes.
2. He's Canadian.
3. He's short.
4. Given the chance, I would lick him from head to toe with my cougar tongue.
5. His only method of defense would be to "bring it."

I would definitely mess with him a little...and really people, you just can't compare him to the Walken.

The Biebes on the lookout for my cougar paw!