I Like Star Wars Too, But Maybe Not Quite This Much

Have you seen this? I might be the last one in the world to see this. That's the problem with youtube. But just in case no one else is familiar, I'm passing it on.




p.s. This guy is not singing. He is lip-synching. The real singers? Utahans. Mormons. One of them went to school with my little brother and played opposite to him in their high school musical. Now I'm famous by association. Sweet. I love fame. It suits me, don't you think?

Introducing... the WAD!

Everyone knows that Honda can be trusted for reliable cars and good engineering it its motorcycles. But now Honda has taken things to the next level....robotic adult diapers! Check it out...



I'm not sure what the best part about this device is.... it's name, the WAD, the fact that it's got a built-in cod piece, or the fact that Fox News introduced this clip today on the Morning Show by comparing it to the bionic man. Because old people walking around with mechanical bowling shoes and an adult diaper connected with metal hinges is JUST LIKE THE BIONIC MAN!

I'm so glad this made the news today.

Hmmmm...Where Did I Put My Keys?

I like to think I'm a pretty clean person. At least at heart. I'm much less so when I have to follow two toddlers around, cleaning up the wake of choas and mayhem they leave behind them wherever they go. But usually, all things being equal, I prefer to be clean. At least tidy. But I occasionally get a pile going--full of things I really need to take care of but have no desire to think about for at least 10 years. Like bills and taxes and mortgages and chain letters. I don't dust as often as I should. Especially under things and over things and around things. I avoid looking at my baseboards--I'm afraid of what I might find. I could do better as a housekeeper, it's true. But I probably won't until my children can go at least 5 hours without spilling anything or emptying everything out onto everything else, or smearing something colorful onto something non-colorful. Until then, it's damage control only. I know my husband wishes I were better at keeping up with the messes. And I know I wish maids would suddenly arrive on my doorstep every week and insist I sit down to catch up on taped episodes of My stery Diganosis while they scrub my toilets. But they don't. At least they haven't yet (I'm still hopeful). So I have had to learn to accept the fact that it's just not the time and season for serious cleanliness right now.

Then I saw this on my friend Cara's blog and I instantly felt better about my performance. I realized, hey, things could be worse...




"This has nothing to do with the Hurricane. We had a resident who had an outstanding balance for over a month and no one could get ahold of her. The Bookkeeper went inside after so many tries to leave a note and this is what we found:
























The pictures do NO justice. There is suppose to be 2 cats living here but we cant find them (we think they're dead somewhere inside the apartment-we contacted the SPCA). The place REEKS to say the leaks, i gagged non stop."





(Thanks, Cara, for letting me steal this off your blog. I'm so not worried about thedust bunnies now under my arm chair now. You're the best.)

Rip-off

Crap. I freaking hate it when someone else finds the funny stuff first. Thanks a lot, Mindi. Now I have to rip this off your website and look like a poser.