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A Father’s Greatest Gift

 “When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much he had learned in 7 years.” – Mark Twain

When I was a kid, my dad used to take my two brothers, sister and me to the park and push us on the swings. There was an old crabapple tree there and he’d let us pummel him with crabapples that had fallen on the ground. Dad would take us to church every Sunday and stop for donuts on the way home. He’d pause in the middle of mowing the lawn to talk to me when I was excited to tell him something, even if it meant being stuck in the sweltering heat for even longer.

Dad showed us how to build the coolest snow forts in winter, or would help us build giant snowmen, even if he was exhausted from shoveling the massive driveway. In the summer, Dad was always the first one in the pool throwing all the kids in the air or bouncing a ball around. He coached my brothers’ little leagues and even kept coaching basketball long after my brothers had lost interest, because he really loved making a difference in lives of children.

Once, when my girlfriends and I were around 12 or 13, we were having a campout in my backyard. My friend Jessica said, “Let’s play a game. Let’s say whose father we think is the most handsome. I’ll go first: Tracy’s!” I ended up telling him about it and we still tease him about his “girlfriend” Jessica…and take the opportunity to remind him that he was- and still is- the handsome dad.

Dad was the SOREST loser at Sorry!, Life, or Rummy. He would always make us play “one more round” if he had lost so he could have one more chance at winning. He always rode the roller coasters with us at the amusement parks and even tried to sneak us onto some of the scary rides when we were too little on the height chart.

Dad worked hard and provided well for us but he was always home for dinner and never compromised spending time with us for his career. He was at every one of our dance recitals, chorus performances, school plays, and softball games. He taught us how to drive- although I’m sure he won’t take credit for my driving abilities….He encouraged us to do well in school and took us to look at colleges. Then, when I was homesick he would come pick me up from college and offer a ride to any of my girlfriends who needed to get back home and he’d always act interested in the latest gossip. Sometimes I think he kept up with who was dating who better than I did!

My father made sure we knew that family came first, and that a man should never treat a woman badly, either with his words or with his hands; that we should never marry someone who wouldn’t make family his top priority. Dad taught us we should be smart and responsible with our money. That we should follow through with our promises and our words should have conviction. He did his best to make sure we worked hard and always put our best into what we were doing: whether it was  chores, school, or jobs- we should always give 100%.

My dad took his job as a parent seriously. There were times, especially during the teenage years, where I thought perhaps he was taking it a little too seriously and we definitely had our challenges. But I always knew that he cared and wanted the best for me. He didn’t just tell me how to be a good person, he showed me. And that is the greatest gift you can give a child.

Happy Father’s Day to my dad- and to all the dads who lead by example every day. You are appreciated, and you make a bigger difference than you know.

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Best dad and best Grampy too!

 

 

And Isn’t It Ironic… Don’t You Think?

Here is some irony for you:
A girl at work has conjunctivitis or “pink eye” if you will.
For the last three days, I have run around Lysoling (eff you spellcheck that is too a word) her desk, calling her to tell her to stay home for one more day (“I don’t care what your doctor said!!”) and declaring to anyone who will listen, “If I get pink eye and my contacts get ruined, I’m invoicing her!!!”
Then, this afternoon, I was in my office, switching from wearing glasses to contacts so I could go work out. And that’s when I dropped my contact.
On.The.Floor. 
On the carpet- at work. The carpet that gets vacuumed never minus a day. (I know this because I crushed a wheat square cereal on the floor under my desk last week and its remains are still there)
The carpet that gets more foot traffic than Grand Central Station. Walked on by shoes that have stepped in dirt, gum, dog shit, mad cow disease, homeless people’s pee and God only knows what else. (Hey, these are my coworkers we’re talking about- I don’t know where they hang out. Actually, I do. Add some puke from Vegas to that list. And maybe the tears of a dead hooker.)
And then, I picked that contact up off the floor- and I had no choice:
I put it IN.MY.EYE.
After all that freaking out about pink eye, and I basically took some syphilis and rubbed it in my eyeball.
Well, ain’t that just the way life goes….
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Boss on the Rocks: Shit My Boss Says Part 2

You guys, you have some cah-razy bosses. Thank you for sharing your stories- I want to go on a roadtrip and visit all the bosses in person.

If you missed the first post of hilarious boss stories submitted by readers, click here to catch up.

And without further ado, here’s some more shit YOUR bosses said:

“Hello, Dolly” -Submitted by Anonymous Reader, California

So my boss made me go to a gross buffet for lunch. While we were sitting there, this large breasted woman walked by our table. After the woman passed us, my boss just says out of the blue for no reason, Dolly Parton. That was it, nothing else. Then like 3 minutes later he says, I really used to like her music. That was it. I said nothing. Obviously he was trying to pretend the woman had nothing to do with why he said that in a Chinese buffet with Spanish music playing.

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“Things I Don’t Want Chafed for 500 please, Alex” – Submitted by Jennifer S., Illinois

These are actual words that came out of the mouth of my boss at work today, so brace yourself:

“The last thing I need is a chafed penis.”

Well, my co-worker was complaining that his undershirt was itchy. So, he then asked our boss what brand of undershirt he wears and if they were soft. Then my boss never really answered the question but went on and on and on about the length of his undershirts and blah blah blah. Eventually he started talking about his underwear, that nobody asked about, and said they need to be comfy and eventually finished the unnecessary explanation with, “The last thing I need is a chafed penis”.

My coworker told me later that he wished he never asked that simple question because my boss took it to somewhere that he was not interested in knowing anything about. File this is in the I did not need to know about that section please.

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“Life Lessons”- Submitted by Gretchen F., Massachusetts

Today our boss is teaching the intern where the planets are in the solar system. Then he told him how racism works and why it is bad. This has been going on for over an hour. At lunch he tried to teach him about World War III. This intern guy has a fresh bachelor’s degree and apparently did one year of law school. I am sure he already knows these things. Our boss is the biggest time waster EVER. Umm, yes he has clients who need to be contacted, but apparently this is more important. I am just glad he has a new person to “teach” so he leaves my other coworker and me alone.

Now he is telling him how ships are built. I want to go home.

Do you have a hilarious boss story?

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21 Pickup Lines That Have Actually Been Tried (and should never be tried again) on Online Dating Sites

And if you missed the first round of online dating horror pickup lines, click here to get caught up.

Courtesy of my poor girlfriend who hasn’t thrown in the towel yet.

 1. Have you played any games lately that you really enjoyed?

Funny you should ask, I am currently playing the dating game and losing.  Looks like you are too.   

 2. Aaaaaaaahhh :)

 Did my profile put you in distress?  What kind of message is this?

 3. I know this weird to ask you   but I want to be different from the other guys just saying hi sexy so here I go.Hi, I just wanted to know the truth have   you ever got flowers from a guy without asking him.Also Valentines, birthdays, clubs, anniversary , and family don’t count be honest?  How long ago when you received them ?

 Oh you are different in your lack of knowing how to space words and sentences properly.  Also, clubs? 

 4. Are there alot of flakes in this site? I figured I’d start my conversation like that being as how it’s the trend for guys nowadays to just message and not do anything about it.

 Sir, how do you know what the other guys are doing nowadays?  Are you posing as a female on here to conduct research? Weirdo.

 5. Hello goodmorning how are you doing !   

 Sir, your elementary school English teachers have failed you. 

 6. I like to gamble and want to know which has better odds. Getting rich in Vegas or you meeting me for coffee?

 Definitely go with the Vegas option. 

 7. Nice tits!

 Your mother must be so proud.

 8. Message…

 Umm, yes you sent me a message.

9. You seems like wonderful person Have a beautiful day Ronan: )

 Ronan, you seems like person struggling with English. 

 10. How are things going for you,my name is dee what’s your name i seen your page and liked what I saw you seem like a down to earth woman with a great sense of humor and you have a nice smile,as for me I’m originally from California,I’m 31,so of the things I like to do for fun is go to the beach,chill with family and friends,bbq,go to car shows,sports,and music,i would like to know more about you like what your interest are what makes you smile and what makes you cry and who knows when we talk to each other we might have alot in common and probably went through some of the same things in life,so if you’re interested in getting to know me like I am interested in getting to know you then leave me your number I can give you a call and we can get to know each other better sweetie.

 Oh Dee, you used a period so I guess you thought that was one sentence.  Or is it dee and your parents didn’t give you a capital letter?  Oh and you must be too busy building run on sentences to use the space bar properly.  I can already tell you something that makes me cry….your message.

 11. If you could pick a animal to describe you what animal would you be?

 I would hopefully be an animal with better dating prospects than a female human in her 30’s.  Penguin?   

 

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 12. Has someone already said “I’d like to wander your globes”?

 Nope, you are the first.  But you don’t win anything, least of all a date. 

 13.  Hi.. How you doing? I’m blear.    

 Hi there ‘blear’.  I am not sure if you or your parents spelled your name incorrectly but good luck in life with that situation. 

 14. Will you be my new friend with benefits? :-)

 Nope, we are not friends.  But since you said ‘new’, did the old one quit?  Also, just to be clear, are you offering me medical insurance?  Define benefits sir, because maybe I am interested.

 15. Love it!

 Sir, you love what?  Is that your whole message?  You are a man of many words.   

 16. ohai there well i feel you appear attractive and consequently would like to explore the possibility of enhancing your life by means of exposure to my awesomeness k thxbai

 I am pretty sure life enhancement would not be the only thing I would catch after being exposed to you sir. 

 17. You are beautiful.  Would you be interested in taking my virginity?   

 No thanks, I am pretty sure I am not interested in a disappointing and probably messy 38 seconds to waste in my life.  Also I am sure you are as much of a virgin as I am sir.  Just to be clear,  I am saying that I doubt you are a virgin.  Second thought, looking at your pictures I may be wrong.  That F.B.I. (female body inspector) shirt isn’t helping your cause and neither are those zip off cargo pants.  Good luck to you in your endeavors and maybe bring a friend shopping with you next time.     

 18. Looking at your profile took my breath away.  I am still having trouble catching my breath, beautiful. 

 Sir, you may have asthma and should seek medical attention right away. 

 19. Are you down with brown?

 Is this in reference to water conservation rhymes?  When it’s yellow, let it mellow.  When it’s brown, flush it down?  Yes, I conserve water. 

20. whats up? You want hang out?   

 So is ‘hang out’ a thing I can have like take out because I am pretty sure ‘want’ is the verb in that sentence?

 21. And finally the message winner of the week:  Boobs 

No commentary needed. I give up.  

 

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Photo Bombed

There are some people you meet who you’re instantly drawn to because you have so much in common. Then there are the people who are nothing like you but are so lovable you have no choice but to want to be around them. Troy is the latter.

Troy was one of the first people I met when I moved to California. I can’t imagine any two people being more different. I love to read; Troy’s spelling is atrocious. I don’t have any tattoos…Troy is covered in ink.

My friend Molly introduced us at a house party; she had gone to school with him. I shook Troy’s hand and 20 minutes later, Troy decided he wanted a new tat. He geared up his home tattoo pen and handed it to me. “Here, do something on my leg,” he told me.

“Um. Sir? I don’t really have any artistic ability and I’m a little drunk. I don’t think I’m the best person to be putting a permanent marking on you….now or ever,” I told him as I nervously held the needle.

“HA! It’s fine! Just go for it! Whatever you want!” He rubbed a spot on his leg with a (hopefully sterile) wipe and told me to have at it. My hand shook as I came closer to his skin. I knew how to draw approximately zero things. Maybe I could put a neat quote on there? My handwriting is decent….I approached his appendage and touched the needle to the skin so lightly it barely left a mark. “Okay! I’m done! It’s a…it’s a period. End of the sentence. I think that’s pretty profound!” And then I threw the needle, still buzzing, on the floor and ran away.

Troy is the kind of person whose laugh reaches out and tickles your soul. It’s impossible not to laugh with him. Troy doesn’t pretend to be someone he’s not- he doesn’t apologize for who he is and he doesn’t have a reason to. He’s made mistakes. Unlike a lot of people, he’s okay with talking about his. Troy’s smile lights up a room and his energy can’t be ignored.

It’s been almost 12 years since I first met Troy. I haven’t seen him in ages. We’ve all gone our own ways and we aren’t the same kids who at 22 could hang out every night down by the beach at keg parties and tattooing each other over beers after the sun went down. I know if I ran into Troy today, he would give me his toothy grin and a big bear hug. He’s just that kind of person.

Troy still finds a way to sneak his hilarity into my life now and again, just when I need it.

After a long week at work, I noticed I had been tagged in a photo on Facebook by Troy. He had taken a picture of Molly and me and photoshopped their mutual friend Ryan into it. I don’t know Ryan, but the picture made me laugh.

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“Hey, you guys wanna hook me up with some Doritos?”

Then I noticed that this photo was one of a whole album he had made goofing on his friend. I don’t know most of the people in these pictures and I’ll probably get sued by someone for posting them, but I couldn’t help it- I was laughing so hard at all the places he had Ryan popping up, I was snort laughing. I had to share them.

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“Coochie Coochie coo”

 

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It’s a boy!

 

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Girls Night Out..

 

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Make it a double!

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Spare a square?

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Another beautiful day at the beach…with Ryan

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Don’t forget your sunscreen!

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Ouch! Can I get you a cold compress?

 

San Diego Chargers

Go Chargers!

Groundhog day what if there was no tomorrow

What if there was no tomorrow?There wasn’t one today, right Ryan?

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What is it? Do you think it’s poisonous?

 

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“Pssst…over here.”

 

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Put the pedal to the metal, let’s blow the popsicle stand!

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“Hey guys do you have any spare floaties around here?”

 

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Say cheese! (This one just kills me, complete with his hand around the little girl’s shoulders and that boy’s expression- I can’t.)

 

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“Hey! Hey you, kid! Is this your first time at the zoo? Do you know where the Dole whip stand is?”

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MLK had a dream. And so did Ryan…that Troy would stop photoshopping his face into pictures.

 

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Happy New Year!

 

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Look, ma! No hands!

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You look so beautiful this evening, darling.

 

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Hey do you guys know where the penguin exhibit is?

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Fresh powder, let’s hit the slopes!

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Ryan comes in for the win!

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There you are! I’ve been looking for you all day!

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Merry Christmas from our family (and Ryan) to yours!

Thank you, Troy. You make me laugh more than you know! I hope you look occasionally at the punctuation I left on your leg and think of me.

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The Virgin Mary was Selfish (and other Holiday Musings)

This is a very long overdue post! I have been neglecting my blog and for those of you who have noticed, thank you! I have not abandoned you in vain, however. I have been working on a collection of short stories that I intend to make into a book. If anyone reading this has ever written a book, hat’s off to you! Hell, not just my hat- my sweater, pants, underroos- all of it!- off! I’m standing here naked bowing down to you. Holy hell writing a long piece is hard.  There have been nights that I pop out of bed at 2am with an idea I just have to write down….and long stretches of very frustrating writer’s block. There are times when the words flow and others where pages are deleted in disgust. But, whatever happens, I’m giving it a go so that’s where I’ve been while I haven’t been here.

In other news, you may have noticed that Christmas just happened. Christmas. If there’s anything that’s come close to the combo of exhausting and excitement that’s transpired from book-writing, it’s preparing for Christmas. The card-writing, present buying, wrapping, party planning, shipping, tree trimming, and overall hemorrhaging of money and energy is enough to leave anyone less than jolly and there were moments where I was no exception.

I work for a travel nursing company and we had over 2,000 holiday cards to get out this year for our contract employees. I was spearheading the project and there were some Grinch moments for sure. I thank my wonderful coworkers for putting up with me during this time of chaos and creative curse words.  I had paper cuts that needed stiches by the time we were done.

At the post office, as I went to my car to retrieve box after box after box of Christmas cards to drop off at the counter, an older woman in line asked me, “What’d you do, write to your Congressman??” No lady, I care not enough about ANY cause, besides the one I get paid to do, to have written a trunk, back and front seat full of letters.  Another customer in line also stopped to tell me that every day is hard, but that God loves me. I think the message would have been received a little differently if he hadn’t been standing on his tiptoes to preach to me over the taller-than-me boxes I was carrying and had instead offered to help but hey, you can’t win ‘em all.

Last winter I went back east to celebrate my nephew’s first birthday in February. I proceeded to get stuck in Chicago for several hours, then stuck on a plane for several hours, then kicked off the plane where I stood in line for several hours, only to be told the next flight was in a few hours and MIGHT get me to Boston, eventually…but no promises. 24 hours later, I showed up at my sister’s house haggard, exhausted, hungry, delirious, and without luggage. Before passing out, I had a talk with my nephew. “Sorry, buddy. Looks like this is the only birthday I’ll be here to celebrate with you because your mommy is selfish and had you during the winter when travel conditions are hell.  I’d be happy to visit you on your half- birthday though? How does that sound?”

As for Christmas, I stayed in town again this year. Because Jesus’ mommy was selfish too.

 

How was your holiday? Did anything hilarious, awful, stressful, awesome, or predicable happen? Let’s get a little group therapy going in the comments!

 

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5 Things Every Woman Should Know About a Toolkit

The other day, I was engrossed in Caitlin Moran’s book, How to Be a Woman,” which Vanity Fair calls “the U.K. version of Tina Fey’s Bossypants.” So far, I’ve found her writing to be bold and irreverent. I had just finished reading the chapter where Moran talks about reclaiming the word “feminism.” She didn’t do it in a bra-burning bitch way, and reminds us that being a feminist isn’t a bad thing! I was feeling mighty womanly and powerful after that chapter as I put my book down to refill my wine glass.

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Just then, the mirror that has been sitting on the floor of my bedroom since I moved in six months ago caught my eye. I’ve been waiting to bring in the handyman to hang that and take care of a bunch of other things I need handled around the house.

With my newly charged womanly can-do attitude (and armed with the guidance and bravery from the contents of my wine glass), I pronounced (to no one in particular), “I don’t need a handyman to hang this mirror! I want this mirror hung and hung shall this mirror be! I am perfectly capable of hanging this damn mirror!!”

And so I set about getting out my very capable and womanly toolkit with which I would hang my mirror.

I will tell you this: being a feminist ain’t easy and either is figuring out how to use tools. I’ve made a short list of things I learned from this experience that I will share with you below.

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1. An electric screwdriver is not the same thing as an electric drill

*Yes, even if you take a screwdriver bit and try to use it to make a hole, it’s still not the same thing as a drill. Trust me.

2. You need to charge an electric screwdriver before it will work. I don’t know if you need to power an electric drill first, because turns out I don’t have an electric drill, only an electric screwdriver…but I would assume the same logic applies

3. These are not nipple clamps. I don’t know what they are for but I can assure you they do not bring pleasure to the nipple region.

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4. If you don’t have a drill to make a hole for the wall anchors, you could give up on the wall anchors and just simply bash a hole in the wall using a hammer and a screw instead.

*Method not recommended

5. When engaging in #4, if you hung a very heavy mirror over your bed, make sure you are not sleeping in said bed during an earthquake so your head doesn’t get bashed in when the mirror falls on you.

And that, friends, is how you get.it.done. I am woman, hear me roar!

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Beautiful Bastard: Dirty Secrets from Book Club

I was recently invited to join a book club. Although I love to read, I’ve never been in a book club because a. I like to pick out my own books and b. I like to actually talk about the books and I heard most of the time book clubs are just excuses to drink wine and nobody talks about the book. Well I have enough excuses to drink wine (like “I got out of bed today! Let’s celebrate with wine!” or “Ohhh look! I made it through another day at work without going postal- cheers to that!!” or “It’s Tuesday!!” You get the picture).  Also I feel like I am going to wind up being the annoying person at book club who shows up with discussion questions printed out and my answers thoughtfully typed up and then get mad when half the group didn’t even read the book or care enough to talk about it.

So anyway, I’m powering past my book club issues and I accepted the invitation to participate.

The first two books were off the Best- seller list and we all voted on them: “The Girl on the Train”- by Paula Hawkins and “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr which was a Pluitzer Prize winner. I thought both books were pretty respectable, especially “All the Light We Cannot See” which was a little slower moving but the writing was exceptional.

The 3rd month, we tried to do something new…..we decided we’d rotate who picked the book each month. So, I got a notification about what the next book was and I downloaded it onto my Kindle. It was called, “Beautiful Bastard” and was also on the best seller list.  I had no idea what the book was about past that. However when I hit about 3%, of the way in on my e-reader, they were totally (and graphically!!) DOING IT!! “Holy hell, I think this is one of those SEX BOOKS!!” I mumbled to myself like the 95 year old trapped in a 34 year old’s body that I am.

It was totally book porn!!! (Erotic fiction I think is what it’s officially called.)

 

 

So I of course I read the book porn, not because I necessarily WANTED to, but because I had to! I had committed to it!! And what if somebody showed up with the discussion questions and I was the one who hadn’t bothered to read the book? What kind of hypocrite would that make me?

I read this sex book because I am a good person, dammit- not because I like filling my brain with smut!!

 

Beautiful Bastard by Christina Lauren

Text exchange between my girlfriend and myself after both finishing the book:

Friend: “Oh my GOD can you believe how trashy that book was for book club?”

Me: “I know!! I absolutely got dumber with each page. I read it on a flight and at the layover, I bought a Fortune Magazine and a book about world peace just to fill my brain with something other than fictitious orgasms!!”

Friend: “And that was SO unrealistic. I mean who would let somebody rip a $200 pair of panties off them multiple times?! Who even WEARS $200 panties? How about her wearing thigh highs with a garter belt to work??”

Me: “Completely!! I mean I’m lucky if I show up to work with my hair blown dry and with pants on, let alone wearing slinky lingerie to work!”
Friend:”I don’t even wear slinky lingerie for my husband like that! “
Me:”I know. Sososo unrealistic and ridiculous.”
Friend: “Totally.”
Long pause.
Friend: “Don’t judge me but I might buy the sequel.”
Me: “I’m not judging you. I probably might have already bought it.”
Friend: “And what I mean is, I’m halfway through it.”
Me: “Yeah, me too.”

 

Any suggestions for books to read when it’s my turn to pick? Of course I am ONLY looking for well-written, thought-provoking and riveting masterpieces. (Wink)

 

 

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Pickup Lines from Online Daters (Alternate title: WTF?!?!)

Here is an email from my single girlfriend that had me in stitches. I had to share. The subject line was (appropriately) marked, “Dating is Awful.” What is wrong with people? I have no words. Poor us for having to scrape the bottom of the single pool. But at least we can laugh about it (after a few glasses of wine…)

Hi ladies,

So here are just a sample of some of the recent messages I have received from online dating.  They are copy and pasted and I did not alter them.  I am losing hope ladies.  Le sigh……
Hi! You have a very curious interest in primates. lol Anthropologist?
-Umm what?  No I don’t have any pictures of monkeys on my profile.  So, um what?
Hi. I like your level of activity. You seem pretty interesting. How’s your day doing?
-My level of activity?  Do I know you sir?  Are you watching me through my window and seeing me watch netflix marathons on the couch?  Huh?
You are tantalizing! I’m Vince btw hope we can chat I know I have only see your pics but I love the energy you put out from them :) and I know I have no info up lol there is a reason for that    
-Vince I love how you ignore all punctuation.  Nobody has time for pauses.  No info on your page and there is a reason?  Is that reason that you are married?  Weirdo.
have a wonderful day (: please reply if your interested have fun gl!
-Dude, for the 100th time your and you’re are different, ugg.  Also what is gl and have fun doing what?  Looking at other profiles? Oh I will.
You look so familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?
-No you don’t but good try at getting me to respond to you.  Too bad his profile was lame.
Who do you think pretends more on this site, men or women?
-Clearly you do if you have to ask.
Hi. How are you? Cute u are!!
-Umm, Yoda is that you?
Hey-I saw your profile and really got a kick.
-Huh?  A kick?  Are you a pregnant man?  Who is kicking you?
Hey there! Are those b( . )( . )bs as big as I think they are? You look absolutely stunning!
He must be a true gentleman.
Hello beautiful how are you doing are you into black man you’re very beautiful
Another guy who hates punctuation.
You’re so cute that cat look at pics of you on the internet!!!
-What is this about a cat?
my goodness you are gorgeous, i would just eat you up
-So you are saying you are a cannibal and you hate capital letters?
They say a picture is worth a thousand words but yours left me speechless.
-I just gagged and threw up in my mouth.
Do you know what a footjob is? 
-Nope
if this makes you smile it will be the best thing I would accomplish today… hear this out I’m in a Chinese restaurant and this duck comes up with a red rose and says: “Your eyes sparkle like diamonds.” I said: “Waiter, I asked for a-ROMATIC duck
-You need to come up with better material Jay Leno.
Hello.my name is Tyler.how are you doing?
-Tyler must hate the space bar.  Really, who doesn’t?
you are better than most :)
-Uhh thanks.  Is that a compliment?  But I am not the best?
Hi there! Sorry to send this message to you out of the blue but I noticed your profile and thought it was interesting…I am going to be in SD for a conference and wanted to find an interesting, intelligent woman to hang out in the evenings. No expectations for what will or will not happen…just some honest fun and stimulating company. I am not sure if you’d be up for that but figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. I look forward to hearing back. – JS  
-So I guess your wife couldn’t make this trip this time?
i read your profile and i’m impressed i can’t spell but i’m good with my hands i can fix almost anything ….don’t get scared by my pic i didn’t have my makeup on…….
 
-I have no words.  Good luck being forever single buddy.
You look nice when u dress up
-Thanks for that backhanded compliment.  My grandma agrees with you sir but she likes using punctuation at the end of her sentences.
Hey what’s ul
-Not much dude.  What is ul with you?
Your gorgeous and I’m definitely interested and would love to get to no you better so if I sparked some interest get at me
 
-Oh I will get at you about your sad grammar skills.
happy Friday Carolyn :)
-Who is Carolyn?
 **Note from Tracy: Not my friend’s name….
hi hey, i saw your thing and you appear to be a real cool chick, so let me know if you’re interested if you like jim
-You saw my thing?  Oh good I am glad.
Cat Cat I Cat thought Cat this Cat is Cat an Cat easy Cat way Cat to Cat say Cat Hi Cat to Cat you Cat……..lol….. John here
Now read the above sentence without the word cat
-Aren’t you clever, she says sarcastically.
You pretty
-Oh good, my first message from a caveman.
Yard crazy sexy like, dammmmmmnnn!!! Hahaha I wish I could mee you…amazingly gorgeous!!! I could barely breathe I think you took my breath away 😉 if you don’t message me how will you know if I’m alive??!! I still can’t breathe :(  
-Sorry sir, what?  You have a crazy sexy yard and you want to mee?
Did you date my sister in college? 
-Nope
And finally the best message ever:
 
Stop, boner time! 
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WTF – What the Fuck.

 

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Ono You Didn’t: Top 5 Memories from My First Trip to Hawaii

My friend Meredith was at her parents’ vacation condo in Hawaii several months ago. She sent Amy and me a photo of the view from the lanai, suggesting we do a girl’s trip out there in June, so of course we said, “Hell yeah!”

 

Hawaii funny Kona island vacation

View from the lanai

Meredith, who’s a real go-getter, must have been hopped up on mai tais because once she got a yes out of us, she didn’t wait for any more details. About ten minutes later she texted us, “Great! I booked the plane tickets. Pay me back whenever.” Guess this was happening…

So off we went to Kona, on the Big Island. This was my first trip to Hawaii. I honestly wasn’t prepared to be wowed. I live in Southern California. We have beaches, palm trees, awesome weather….I’m spoiled and it takes a lot to impress me. But, soon after we arrived, I was impressed. The black lava rock covering the town was so awe-inspiring. The water was clear and as warm as bath water, the sand white and soft between our toes.

Kona Hawaii white sand beach funny blog humor blog

Although there were a million points I could hit on, I’m going to give you the top 5 memories from my unforgettable trip

1. The Creatures and Critters and things that Made Us Go “Bump” (on our heads) In the Night

Other than the scenery, what made me realize I wasn’t in Kansas anymore were the various creatures who wanted to hang out with us. If you’ve talked to me for 5 minutes, you’ll probably discover that I don’t really like creatures- of any variety. First, and most unpleasant, there were cockroaches everywhere. SICK SICK SICK!!! We learned early into our week long trip that leaving the screen door open was a no-no. Amy and I were sharing a room, and as we were lying in our respective beds reading one of our first nights there, suddenly I heard a loud “WHACK!”

“What the hell was that?” I asked as she flailed around.

“It landed on me! One of them landed on me!!” She screeched. “I whacked myself in my head with my ipad!!”

I didn’t know what “one of them” was, but I knew it couldn’t be good. Amy recovered from her ipad injury as I hid under the covers.

We then proceeded to exterminate the little fuckers.

Amy found a shoe and chased them down. I sat hiding under the sheets until she yelled for me and I would go around and pick up the moth and cockroach carcasses around the room with a wad of tissues.

“GAH!! There’s another one!!”

“Where?”

“I don’t know! Up there! Get him! We gotta get him to come out. Heeeerrrreee cucaracha here little cockroach!” I tried to lull one of them out.

“I mean. Are you really trying to singsong them out of hiding?” Amy looked at me flabbergasted.

“I don’t know! Do you have any better ideas??”

That night, Amy and I went to bed and woke up periodically hitting ourselves, dreaming about creatures crawling on us.

And let’s not forget the geckos- but after my initial fear of the little amphibians, I was told they ate the cockroaches so I was a little more forgiving of them habitating the condo with us, knowing they were joining forces with our extermination efforts. We even adopted one who really liked hanging out with us (wouldn’t leave) and who we named, “Felix.”

 

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This was before I knew they eat cockroaches and not people

 

Gecko Kona Hawaii

I’m a GECKO not a Geico!”

2. Meeting Non-Murderers at the Watering Hole

We hit up the Kona Brewing Co for dinner and beers. Even though we can buy Longboard Lager here on the mainland, I can assure you it’s tastier sipping one from the brewery in Kona.

Kona Brewing Company Kona, HI

At the Kona Brewing Company

Then we went to a bar called “Huggos on the Rocks” but most people just called it “On the Rocks” which I was delighted about and took the opportunity to tell anyone who would listen that I am a “famous” blogger and I was Tracy “On the Rocks.” Because of my fame- more likely because we were 3 girls at a bar together and from the looks of things the only people there under the age of 50- but for the sake of this story let’s go with the fame theory. So me being an internet sensation and all, we were getting shots bought for us all night. Some of them were disgusting shots like Kamikazes and Sex on the Beach shots but we graciously choked them down.

Huggos on the Rocks Kona, HI Tracy on the rocks

Tracy…on the Rocks. Get it?

 

Huggos on the Rocks Kona, HI

 

Huggos on the Rocks Kona, HI

In between our sugary awful shots, we met a nice fella named Dallas. Dallas was there with his uncle and by the end of the night, he was telling us about a chartered fishing trip that his company had paid for but all his coworkers had bailed on him. He asked us if we girls wanted to join him because he was going with or without them and it would be more fun not going alone. We deduced from a series of Kamikaze shot induced questions that he was not a murderer.

And we took extra precautions in addition to our effective interrogation strategy by taking his Driver’s License and telling him that we were running a background check. “Hey I’ll be right back I’m running a background check on you. You better not be a killer.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah good, that’s what I thought.”

Also we figured there would be a captain on the ship so there was only a small likelihood that we would end up shark bait so we agreed to meet him at the marina the next day

3. Fishing with Tex and “The Legend”

The next day, we nursed our pounding headaches, packed our cooler full of beer and headed off to meet Tex. Yes, his name was Dallas. But my little pea-brain couldn’t register that. And if you’ve been one of the many unlucky victims of my nickname giving, you should know now that Tex was doomed from the start.

Anyway, we climbed aboard the “Camelot” and popped up top to crack a beer.

deep sea fishing camelot Kona HI

This is me fishing

 

No sooner had we gotten settled in, there was a big commotion and we finally gathered that we were getting a bite. We shooed Tex down to deal with the fishing portion of the day’s programming. But then, a few minutes later while Tex was reeling in an ono, there was more hooting and hollering. Another bite! Meredith was the more obvious pick for this so we kicked her down to reel the big guy in. I looked at Amy and said, “What the hell? I thought we were going on the boat to drink beers and read magazines? That looks like a lot of work!” Sidenote: I don’t think that fisherwoman is in my career path in any future lives.

So Mere get shoved in this chair and strapped in. It looked a little bit like she was about to give birth and I was more than a little bit terrified. Maybe we should have done a better background check!

ono you didn't! Kona, HI fishing Caemlot

Meredith reeling in her first ono

It took her a little while to reel the big guy in but she did it! And as for looking like she was giving birth, she told us afterward that the Captain’s son was down there with her coaching her through it as such. “Keep going! You can do it! Just a little more. You got this! This is so hard but once you do it, your life will never be the same! Keep going, keep going!”

The rest of the fishing trip was a little more relaxed and we got to know the captain and his son. “I’m a LEGEND around here,” Captain Robert exclaimed.

“Uh, a legend in your own mind?” I asked.

“No, a REAL LEGEND! Chris!! Get them the brouchure!” he bellowed to his son.

“Great,” his son Chris said. “Now you got him started.”

“Read this!” the Captain handed the flyer to Meredith. Meredith read aloud a local tourist brouchure in which our captain was named a legend indeed. The paper was very worn (almost as if he made all his passengers read from it) and he mouthed along to every word.

The Legend was a real character and kept us laughing the entire time. He even sold us these ridiculous shirts which I’m sure our dads will be real proud to see us wearing around town.

wet dream camelot kona Hawaii

Kona, Hawaii The camelot TracyontheRocks

“Hey Dad, I went to Kona and all I brought back was this inappropriate t-shirt..”

 

 

fishing Kona HI vacation girls trip

 

After a fun day in the sun on the boat, we came ashore and the Captain’s other son filleted the fish. SICK SICK SICK. While he was chopping the thing up, he pointed out this really, really gross thing that lives in the fish’s stomach. It’s some kind of a leech and it was still alive when it came out. I don’t know why I am subjecting you to knowing this gruesome tidbit, but I had to live it so now you do too.

fishing ono Kona, HI leech sick

The stomach leech is hanging off his finger. SICK!!

 

And I must have had enough of those Longboard Lagers because I TOUCHED IT!!!

 

leech fishing ono Kona HI

Sick

 

Kona, HI disgusting  ono leech humor blog

sick sick sick

 

I also ate the freshest piece of sashimi I’ve ever laid eyes on, but I promise you that was BEFORE the leech thing.

ono sashimi sushi off the boat Kona, HI tracy on the rocks

Now that was some fresh fish!

 

ono Kona, HI deep sea fishing

Mere’s catch of the day

 

ono Hawaii Kona deep sea fishing camelot

Tex and his catch

 

ono fishing trip camelot Kona, HI

Our two catches- Meredith’s is the bigger one, in case you were wondering

 

We went home and cooked up Meredith’s catch and made some bomb-ass fish tacos and toasted to our fun day while we watched the sun set.

Kona Hawaii sunset

 

 

4. Hyperventilating- (or what some people call “Snorkeling”)

Another one of our adventures was going snorkeling. Let’s be real I didn’t have any intention of snorkeling. I’m pretty much afraid of everything and if there’s one thing that scared me more than being eaten by something in the ocean it was SEEING what was going to eat me before he did. Also the thought of putting my mouth on the little mouthpiece thingy that someone else had slobbered on absolutely disgusted me.

I declined the fins and shoved myself into an inner-tube and was the least graceful person to ever fling herself off a boat. There was a 95 year old woman who hobbled into the water more easily than I did.

Here is a tiny sampling of what was going on in my deranged head when my body first submerged in the water:

“Ohmigawd Ohmigawd ohmigawd -something is definitely biting my leg, what’s biting my leg? Everything in here wants to eat me.” (Picturing everything in the ocean with a bear trap for a mouth) “I’m going to leave here with no legs. I should have looked up what rating the hospital on this island has before I left. What if the hospital I go to doesn’t know how to fit me for a prosthetic? Holy Shit, holy shit. I’m going to die. This is where I’m going to take my last breath. This is it.”

I gulped to take said last breath and looked around. Hmm… nobody else had died yet so that was a good sign. They all had their heads in the water. Well maybe I would just take a quick peek to see what was going on in there….As my breathing steadied and my panic subsided slightly, I plunged my head underwater.

Wow. It was SO beautiful. All that coral and fish…I could see so far down into the clear water and come to think of it, it didn’t seem like my legs were looking very appetizing to any of the sea creatures swimming by….

And eventually my wanting to really see the marine life even outweighed how disgusted I was over putting my mouth on the slobbery mouthpiece.

The ONLY disappointing part of our snorkeling trip (besides me being an embarrassment to the entire snorkeling community) was that I was lured out there with the promise of a bar on board but they wouldn’t open it up and serve us until the way back. Evidently they thought it was “dangerous” boozing up a bunch of idiot tourists and then throwing them in the ocean. Whatever.

 

Kona Hawaii snorkeling

Snorkeling Kona Hawaii

I earned that beer

 

5. The Time We Missed Our Flight and it REALLY Wasn’t My Fault

A few more beach days later and it was time to leave. Although our departure from Kona was not the best part of our trip, it was certainly one of the most memorable. After we had piled all of our luggage into the car, we noticed that we had a flat tire on our rental car. At this point even if it had crossed our minds to change it (to be clear, it didn’t ever cross any of our minds) we probably wouldn’t have had time to YouTube it and get it done in time to make our flight. #justsaying

We called a cab and the dispatcher told us it would be about “15 Minutes.” Now, we had been on the island long enough to know how “Island time” worked. 15 minutes was more likely 30 minutes but we had high hopes because we had just barely that much to spare and still get to the airport on time.

………

A good 45 minutes later and this giant, bald Samoan man with tats on his face and a long scraggly beard rolled up. No sooner had we shut the doors and put our seatbelts on, he started yapping up a storm.

“I got a call this morning and my day started out really bad,” he told us. “Women problems. I had a girl for 7 years. 7 years! But she cheated on me. How’s that? So whatever. I was pretty bummed out you know because she was pretty good at the –” (positions his hands at his side in a mock humping motion)- “so you know I miss that. But I got a new girl too. I gotta keep looking good for her. So I’ve been going to the gym. Everybody at the gym is taking these testosterone shots. They’re supposed to really work. So I’ve been getting them. I had to go get one today. If I didn’t get one today, then I would have had to wait until tomorrow and it would have thrown my whole cycle off. That’s where I was this morning before I got you guys and why I’m so late. I’m surprised you’re not more mad about it.”

“Uh…we’re plenty mad about it!!” I told him. “Now we’re going to miss our flights! But what are we going to do about it?”

I glanced in the backseat at Amy and Meredith like, ‘Is this really happening?’

I thought they were both going to reach up into the front seat and strangle him. “I mean. I really wish you hadn’t told us that.” I said to him.

Just then his phone rang, “Hey I gotta take this. This guy’s gonna be mad. I’m late picking him up too….”

As we pulled up to the airport, I said, “Whelp. See you later. Good luck with all your girl problems. And I hope your sticks and berries get messed up from all those shots you’re taking!!”

We ran as fast as we could to our gate and found our plane. We blew past security and just as it was taking off, we reached it and hung off the wheels as they were pulling them up and that’s how we managed to sneak onto the plane and make our flight home just as we had planned despite that idiot cab driver and his testosterone shots.

Nah, I’m just kidding- of course we missed our flight. That cab driver owes us several hundred dollars and 6 extra hours of our lives we’ll never get back. But, there are worse places we could have been stuck. And on the bright side it’s the only flight of many that I’ve missed that 100% wasn’t my fault so add that to the list of firsts from our unforgettable trip.

spam and eggs kona hawaii

Spam and eggs for days

 

Kona, HI Palm Treet

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