the hulk.

sometimes i wish i were the hulk... i mean look at this guy....

why would i want to be this, you ask?.... here are a few reasons:

a. who wouldnt want rippling muscles like?

b. hes green

c. when you get mad you can turn into this beast and destroy everything in site, and you really cant be blamed for it cause, i mean, your the hulk.

d. hes bad A

often times while at work, (place of employment shall remain nameless), i get this mad! and wish i could just go on a rampage of the office, knocking over and destroying everything and hurting people in my path.
that would be awesome! in fact that would be the life...
whos with me?

.____________

The line. How far is too far? Social scenarially speaking. And yes, I am aware that is not a real word. But it should be. I know it's a matter of situations: family outings, work place, peer gatherings, church socials, gym, but I wonder quite frequently the point at which you cross the line in the these situations. It seems to be more often than not that we cross it-and interestingly enough, we always enjoy this rebellious crossing. I am a tooter. And it gives me a great sense of pride when I successfully do this without the social population around me being aware of it. And even when they are aware, I feel some pride. Is this crossing the _______? Or is it acceptable? I wonder.

I bet she is wondering the same thing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMOH5kpOmu0


What about inappropriate talk? It seems that we as human beings, beings that have not been raised in the wild, should have a clear understanding of what is okay and not okay to say in public. We, on the other hand, have a more difficult time. Allow me to share a story...

It's Christmas Eve, and everyone whose anyone is at my Aunt Christy's house for a little partAy celebration for the birth of Christ. Lovely time. Probably one of my most favorite times of the year. However, this past year was a tad bit different. During our traditional White Elephant game...




I won that jacket, hot right? Belonged to my Aunt, or my Aunts aunt? Something like that. I won it because my gift was savagely stolen. Which leads into the inappropriateness. So my sweet rock fountain that would have quietly cooed me to sweet slumbers all of its working days, was stolen. I was angry, because clearly that is a sweet gift. When my Uncle Darren stole it from me, I yelled, "CRAP" in front of everyone. Not as loud as you are probably imagining in your head, but loud enough for my older sister to stare me down and mouth, "NOT IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN". Never have I felt more stupid. Duh, you don't say "crap" in front of them, they are innocents. What was I thinking. I wasn't. Hopefully my children aren't too screwed up by the time I'm done with them...

Crossing the line? Apparently.



These are endless stories of how we cross the line, usually daily. And I guess my question is, where does the line begin and where does it end. Is it up to the individual, or up to the social situation?

And ultimately, will this knowledge change how we act...maybe, maybe not.

just a poem

oh how my stats are dying
and oh how my mind is lying
my insides are crying
people yell and stomp their feet
in anger and in defeat
we keep calling
they aint interested!
but we keep persisting
keep persisting... persisting... persisting.
my love for the people has
DWINDLED.
keeps dwindling... every second - every
day.


be still my soul ...
so i dont murder someone.
all the diet coke in the world
would not make it better.
sunshine, lollippops, and rainbows...
scrabble, scraBBBLE, SCRABBLE
how thankful we are for thee...
call  call   call   call   call   call   call
Nattiboy Good - I love you
Bye.

                                                  - erica

Our Funny Funk

Is it the weather? Is it the people in our lives in general? Is it the normalcy of seeing each other on a regular basis? Whatever it is, we are in a funny funk. And we are NOT enjoying it.

You know how people say after a year in a serious relationship there becomes a comfortableness that often leads to loss of spark?

Now it has not gotten to this level of seriousness, mainly because we aren't depending on one another for happiness as we would a significant other. But we do depend on each other for providing laughter and joy in a world often filled with dreariness. Work relatedly speaking.

Maybe there have just been too few Dustin's in our present days. Or Maybe the stresses of our daily lives are causing us to melt away. Or...OR...maybe it is because we completely, absolutely, undoubtedly, hate our job.

Now we are neither of these ethnicities, but the emotion totally encompasses what I'm trying to tell you.

It takes a constant effort to make funnies in such a depressing atmosphere. Where conversations are repeated  from about 60 to over a 100 times daily and when no one is doing anything embarrassing to make fun of. And not to mention your ears begin to throb under the cushiony headsets. Although, they are relatively cushioned. 

 The energy in the room does not always compliment our desires. And the tole of the work place leaves us feeling exhausted. So is it us to blame? Our friendship? Our bestie-ness? Our humor? I say no. I say let the environment bring it on! Let the people remain lame. And let us continue on in confidence, that we have what it takes to make life fun, smelly, and inappropriate. 

Fun.

Smelly.

Inappropriate.

Until next time...

Dustin Dick-ish-ness

Our friend Dustin. Nothing about Dustin is embellished, he just is what he is. A dick. And this is not me talking smack about our new friend, this is what he refers to himself as. So honest. So blunt. So...Dustin<3

 Who is Dustin, you may be thinking? Well, I am glad you asked. He is our friend we made recently during one of our gas station trips at famous Will's Pit Stop. Check out here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wills-Pit-Stop/356617445401?sk=wall


The root of our trio friendship is based on simple stupidity. Mostly on my part, but Alison took some part in it...mainly just as an accomplice. She is Dumb and I am Dumber apparently. But she is not very dumb though, she repeats a lot of smart things she hears. With cold beverages and candy rush in hand, we approached the register. As we set our products on the counter I see to my left an egg shaped Reese's for sale, it being Easter time and all. As I gazed at the chocolatey goodness and into my past, I was reminded of something. One day,  I had asked my lover Greg (Gregorio, Grezorio, Oreo, GreJorio) during the Christmas season about the Christmas shaped Reese's for sale.

 I asked, "Babe, are these Reese's pine flavored?" He simply replied, "I'm not answering that question."

In the midst of my pondering I had swiped my card to pay for our tasty treats, and began telling Alison this story in a high pitched valley girl tone against my best intentions. As I am re-living this unexciting experience in every detail possible, our friend Dustin was just standing there listening for what felt like ten minutes. After I finished I looked up at him and noticed he is just starring...and he says slowly and painfully, "you need to enter your pin." As is expected Alison and I burst into laughter going on and on about how silly and stupid we are and he is just standing there. So I quickly enter my pin, feeling horrified, and dip out.

The next day, to our great surprise, there standing behind the register is Dustin. We go through our usual routine and gather our desired items and take the death walk up to the register. As Alison swipes her card and enters her pin I look up at him and ask him, "Do you remember us?" And his reply, "No." No. No? For a good fifteen seconds as I stared up at him my face probably swelled up and turned bright tomato red. Kinda like this.

After we had gathered our things and turned to leave he said, "have a good one, and good job entering your pin this time!"

We had a good laugh. And laughter, as we all know, is the cure of all things. Whether you find this story silly or not, we find it very silly. And something worth sharing with the world. That friendship can be found in the most unlikely of places, maybe at your local gas station? Don't be afraid to speak up and ask, "hey, do you remember us?" Cause odds are that person is thinking the same thing. So grow a pair folks;)

Fin. 

celebrity look a-like

Im sure at one point or another, in the span of ones life, something like this has been said to you: "you know, you look so much like (name of actor/actress, politician, professional athlete, any sort of celebrity, ect.) ."
Most of the time this is a huge ego boost and you walk away feeling quite good about yourself. Some on the other hand, not so much.
for example:
HUGE EGO BOOST


who wouldnt want to look like Ang?



























 

NOT SO MUCH



Yikes





















Often times, many look-alikes earn a living by making guest appearances at public events or performing on television or in a film, playing the person they resemble. I dont know about you, but that is something I could handle.  

Today I have discovered a celeb look a-like that surpasses any other. I almost called her Jim when I saw this happening!

the resemblance is undeniable 

 

perfection in a face.

I think I have opened up a whole new career outlook for her. You can thank me later. Good luck with that. 

work appropriate?

So as stated previously, "we believe that inappropriateness does not apply to us in any way, shape, or form".  And that includes the work place. For example:
my work attire usually consists of sweats, a t-shirt, and no shower. Its an odd day when I actually take a shower and get dressed. At any other work place that would be unacceptable. not here.
we often have conversations, that may seem inappropriate to others, that require the muting of our headsets.
Topics of conversations include, but are not limited to: poop, farts, periods, other people in the room (without them knowing of course), ect., ect. Sometimes we have extreme fear and anxiety about when others in the room are laughing because we think "how could it not be about us?" And not in a good way. So then we laugh compete with them to make them feel as stupid as they made us feel. It's only fair, ya know? We talk about pooping and farting out loud with no containment. and erica, admittedly will even let a few farts slip while working.
with all this being said, these next pictures were taken at work, and shouldnt surprise you in the least...

Was way more exciting than it looks.

Just a yoga pose, don't over-react. 

Notice the enormity of the foot length. Just the angle people.

work appropriate you ask? yes, we think so!