3:19 PM

Craft Talk

I've made some stuff lately. I suppose you could call it "crafting". But that word always seems so gross to me because it reminds me of all the lame women who do crafts to make up for their inadequacies as mothers/women, or because they are bored and ugly, or whatever stupid reason. Not for fun reasons like I make stuff. Things like denim bibs, painted wooden cats, and this monstrosity give crafts such a bad name:


Oh, look. It comes in two varieties.

Apparently the above woman crafted that thing out of a k-mart t shirt. She calls it "Anthropologie inspired". I'm pretty sure the fine people of Anthro would barf non-stop until they were dead if they ever thought that their clothes inspired that piece of crap. But more importantly, how am I supposed to be ok with the hopefully non-death inducing things that I have made when people are running around crafting atrocities like that?! Ew! Another example follows of crafts making me need to clean my eye sockets with bleach:


Can we pass some sort of a law that crafts and sewing can only be used for good and not evil?
4:48 PM

Procreation and Nosy Fools

No, this is not a blog post about the actual act of procreation, though I know some of you were hoping for it (get your mind out of the gutter). This is a blog post about why don't people mind their own damn business? Here are some questions to never ask someone:

Why don't you have kids?
When are you going to have kids?
Are you trying to have kids?
When will you get pregnant?

Also don't say:
My kids are so annoying.
You should be grateful you don't have kids.
You should have kids so we can hang out.

If someone does not have kids it is none of your business why. Unless you are besties. Then you can ask.

The act of concieving, bearing, and raising children is so personal. If you are not absolute besties with someone you can't be asking questions like that! Too personal! If, in conversation, one party does not volunteer information on a personal issue (like bearing children) the other party ought not ask about it. That's manners. Also it is a good idea to think how your questions and comments might make the other party feel. Most of all it is a good idea to not be a dumbass, but apparently some people can't manage that.
4:05 PM

One More Thing

I know I've said a jillion things about how lame I think it is when people have private blogs. But I just have this one last things to say about it and then I'm done forever. Or until I get the private blog screen on one I was totally curious about and am annoyed and have to blog-vent.

One big reason for people doing private blogs, it seems to me, is that they don't want pervs or weirdos looking at the pictures of their kids. So they make it private and only invite friends and family. Does it never occur to anyone that some of their friends or family might be pervs and weirdos? All the pervs and weirdos in the world are related to someone- what if it is to all the private bloggers? I wish that there were no grossies like that out there, but you know there are and you don't know who they are. Unfortunately there is no guarantee that allowing only people you know to see your blog will decrease the chances a perv will see it. You could be best friends with a grossie! You don't know! The world is full of freaks. So people should let everyone read their blogs and not delude themselves by thinking that their friends and families could never be crazy because they totally could be. But I hope they aren't.

Also if you are a perv or weirdo reading this blog, please stop. You are ruining blogging for everyone else.

And that is the last thing I will say about private blogs. Probably.
12:27 PM

Rompers

Do I even need to write anything? No. But I'm going to anyway because you know I've got something to say about this disgusting situation.

Reasons I hate "rompers":

1. Originally designed for babies. I think I have a picture of me wearing a romper when I was a baby, in fact. What's next, adult onesies? Probably.

2. Fat. Doesn't matter how skinny you are, you'll look fat in a romper.

3. The article of clothing in question is called such ridiculous names as "romper", "jumper" and "playsuit". How can you respect it with a name like that?

4. You have to take the whole business off if you want to go to the bathroom! Incovenient.

5. Butt ugly.

Hopefully rompers will soon go the way of trucker hats, gaucho pants, vests and business shorts, and we can all go into Urban Outfitters again without fear of our eyes turning into stone upon seeing another fugly romper.
10:59 PM

Statues


Statues of people are freaky and weird and creepy and horrible. Everything that is wrong with the world may have stemmed from the acceptance of bronze people statues in public areas. Maybe... Seriously, doesn't it freak you out to have to look at a lumpy faced bronze monster child when all you want to do is go get some fro-yo at the mall? There is a reason people tear the things down during times of civil unrest! It is because they are creepy.

Remember at the Provo mall how they have those statues of the girls under the umbrella and the little girl showing her mom/gargoyle a nasty 1992 dress? I hate them so much. Also remember in front of the NuSkin building on center street those creepy kids flying around the ball? What is even going on with that thing?

Also, my dear mother who I love, but who sometimes has weird taste, got these 5 mini-statues of garden children to represent her 5 children. The good part was that my sister would remove them from the garden and put them in funny places, such as kitchen cabinets, or next to the toilet. The bad part was that my mom got annoyed and I think she cemented the little demons into the ground of the garden to haunt us all until the merciful Rapture came to save us from her creepy statue children. Thankfully she moved and I don't think she got to bring her garden freaks to the new house.

Most importantly, what if they make those by pouring the statue mix over the top of live humans? You'll never know. Unfortunate people silenced forever in a fugly bronze tomb- freaky, right? All I know is that when the revolution comes I am first in the tearing-down-statues line!
6:41 PM

Suck Ups

Growing up my dad was a big-wig at the local hospital, so every time I went there I was treated like the boss's daughter (candy, toys, and a general effort to please me). Now I am just a regular patient and everyone is so rude! Where are the toys?! Why are they making me wait so long? Why are none of the nurses offering to take me to see the new babies?! When, for heaven's sake, will I be offered a some candy?!!

I have been tricked into thinking that hospitals were some fun land where everyone likes you. Turns out they are a not fun land where everyone puts needles and speculums in you. Lame.
2:43 AM

Low Class List

Huzzah for the author of this list. I fully agree with the whole thing, despite being guilty of most. I'll work on having better manners while pondering how I would add to the list. Number 11 would for sure be discussing money or politics in mixed company- a particular beef of mine lately.
12:00 AM

Too Loud!!

I think I might be getting old. Last week I went into the mall and actually left the store because the music was too loud. But now I can't decide if I am old or if the stores are just more lame.

Is playing music distractingly loud now among the criteria for being a hip retail store? I'm not asking for elevator music or anything, but I do feel like my ears ought not be assaulted when I want to buy a t shirt. For one thing the employees in that store are going to go deaf at an early age, plus that dang loud music inhibits my clothing judgement and being fearful of making a bad decision I end up buying nothing. Furthermore, if I, in desperation for a cute new clothing item, continue to shop at that store despite the ear splitting racket I tend to get grumpy and I do not feel like that is my fault. It's just too loud in there! How is anyone supposed to stay sane?

I have yet to make a thorough study of the matter but I believe there is a direct correlation between the volume of the music and the trendy/cheap ratio. However, lacking the proper tools to complete such a study (namely- a decibel meter) I am just going to ahead and assume that if a store carries kind of cute clothes for cheap it is too loud in there. Or possibly that I'm an old lady. Either way I can only shop at JC Pennys now.
11:30 AM

Dreams

I have a lot of bad dreams. They're usually not like, horror dreams where someone is chasing me or I have to wear harem pants or anything like that, but oftentimes awkward or uncomfortable happenings haunt me in the night. I've heard that dreams have something to do with your subconscious thoughts. If that is the case I have one craaaazy subconscious mind. Strangely, I still love to sleep.

Two nights ago I experienced the worst, worst, worstiest dream ever possible. Worse than scorpions dream, the teeth falling out dream, toilet snakes dream (sometimes I dream that there are scorpions and snakes in the toilet together- for some reason its always percieved an inconvenience during the dream rather than being super scary- still horrible), having to go on a date with another man even though I'm married dream, being lost dream, someone at work stole my lunch dream, even worse than the dreaded naked dream. The worst dream ever possible in humanity happened to me and this was it: I dreamt that I got with Michael Jackson.

Oh, it was so awful! He kept singing "I Just Can't Stop Loving You". It was with the mid-80's Michael Jackson that was after his first nose job, but before his 27th. Also, as would logically be the case if you were in this situation, there were stage lights going on- like strobes and disco lights. I can never ever explain how horrible it was. Uh, Barf! I need a brain scrubbing!

How dare my brain subject me to such horrible things?! Dreams are officially NOT COOL. I am considering investing in the world's largest dream catcher because I am not down with this kind of stuff! How did this even happen? Why? Why me?! Ew, it's so gross!!!

Dreams, you suck! Stop getting in my head and ruining everything!
5:08 PM

Um...

Wow. This is too weird. Too absolutely damn weird. I don't even know what is happening here.
1:35 AM

Picture Do's and Don'ts

The following is a list of pictures to Do and Don't post on your blog.

Do: Cute pictures of your kids
Don't: Pictures of your kids with any of the following on their face- stitches, blood, swollen parts, oozing wounds of any sort, bugs, dirt, poo, any food other than 1st birthday cake. That is disgusting. Don't you want people to think your children are cute?

Do: Pictures of you as a family.
Don't: Pictures of your family vogue-ing it like you are on The OC. We don't need any pictures of a 6 year old trying to make an Olsen twins face.

Do: Pictures of your family vacation.
Don't: Pictures of you in a bikini or your hubby shirtless. No one wants to see that.

Do: Frudunk (baby bump) pictures. Fun!
Don't: Birth or immediate post birth pictures. Let's just be honest- all babies look gross when they are still covered in the goo. I don't care how special those first 20 minutes are; keep it to yourself.

Do: A picture of your pet.
Don't: 9 Pictures of your pet. I know as well as anyone that you can love your pet. But pets can't replace real friends no matter how many cute pictures you take of them! Even and especially if the pet is in costume during the pictures. That being said, I did buy Obie a Halloween costume two Halloweens ago and he looked really cute.

Do: A picture of yourself.
Don't: A picture of yourself that you took by yourself (this applies only to face type shots- not frudunks. Those are cute). It's weird. If no one wanted to take a picture with you in it that probably means that no one wanted to look at a picture of you either. If you really think you are so pretty that you absolutely must have a picture of yourself you can do one of two things. 1- Ask someone to take a pretty picture of you. Chances are they probably already know you are vain and won't be surprised by the request. 2- Set the self timer on your camera so it at least looks like you have a friend who wants to commemorate your prettiness on film. P.S. We can all tell when it was taken with a web-cam!

Do: Again, pictures of your family.
Don't: Pictures of your family in which everyone has their eyes shut/ mouth open/ is mid-sneeze/ looks generally fugly except for you look really pretty. Not cool! Take one for the team and put up the picture where everyone looks decent! This also applies to sending out Christmas cards. Don't you get cards all the time where the mom looks really good but the kids are crying and the dad is like, asleep?

Do: Again, pictures of your kids. Mostly thats why anyone reads anyone else's blog anyway. Except for mine, which has a large fan base due the the hilarity of my writing and the witty manner in which I impart the tales of my glamorous life.
Don't: Naked pictures of your kids. It just is not right. Those should be saved for embarrassing the child later on, not flaunted for the whole interwebs to see! Furthermore, don't you feel obligated to have a sense of modesty on behalf of those who are too young to have their own? You should. There is no need for the internets to see your kids doodle even if his bathtub mo-hawk was totally cute or he was wearing daddy's boots. Plus, perverts. You never know!

Do: Various Pictures
Don't: Pictures of gross stuff including but certainly not limited to: a loaf of bread that looks like a peen, your rash, your swollen ankle, the dead thing you found in your driveway that you are convinced your neighbor put there to spite you for not shoveling the sidewalk far enough, you and your spouse kissing (we already know you like each other! Isn't that why you are married?), kids on toilets, stained things, and cats.

Sorry if you have any of these things on your blog. It probably just means you are lame. Think of this as an opportunity to improve!

11:17 AM

The Office

Remember back when the office was totally funny? Those were the good old days. Now it sucks. It fully and completely sucks. I didn't make it more than 3 minutes in to the most recent episode but I believe it was a CLIP SHOW. Seriously? That should not even be legal.

First of all Pam and Jim should never have gotten together. It ruined everything. The sexual tension between then made the show exciting. Secondably if the only things they can come up with are clip shows flaunting the former humor of the show and Michael getting himself into painfully awkward situation that always just end up sad (Scotts Tots not getting their scholarships? Sad.) then I am finished. I am no longer a fan of the office and I hope it gets cancelled and they make double 30 Rock to compensate.