Boobquake Idiocy

Seriously, boobquake is being passed off as an "experiment" to show that just because a woman decides to dress a hair's breadth away from the very real legal crime of indecent exposure, it will not cause earthquakes. When you feel the ground shaking and hear the rumbling sound of a cattle stampede, that is merely from the large group of men rushing their way to "scientifically observe" the latest participant in this ridiculous experiment. I could rant a bit more on the topic but if it is not blindingly obvious where I am going with this then (A) you are observing the experiment or (B) you are one of the special (education type, not talented typed of special) participants.

So instead, here is some little known background info for y'all to wrap your brains around about the event. Boobquake was not the original name for the event (is it even worthy of being called an "event"???) Other names initially considered were :
- Breastploitation
- Sponge Goatee For Men
- Back Pain Awareness Day
- Squeeze Into A Bra 3 Sizes Too Small Challenge
- Photoshop Nipples Away
- I'd Never Guess You Had Surgery From Such A "Natural" Size
- Let's See How Gullible, Stupid, Shallow, And/Or Slutty Women Are
- Who Needs X-ray Glasses
- How Dare You Say I'm Size 8 When I Fit In A Size 2
- Men Don't Need To Blink
- It's The Only Way I Can Breathe While Wearing My Grade School Daughter's Clothes

And those are just the ones that fall within titles of decency, even I had to stop and reread some of the worse ones because I thought I had seen them incorrectly, and I wish that had been the case (my eyes . . . they burn . . . THEY BURN!!!) I honestly feel ashamed to be a woman after witnessing so many of my gender jumping on such of a bandwagon.

Just one more important thing to add, this experiment response to the Islamic speech if it were even based on a legitimate theory would still be pointless. Here is the direct quote from the speech : "When promiscuity spreads, earthquakes increase," Hojatoleslam Kazim Sadeghi said. For those without a dictionary handy, that means having sex with lots of people. Being a slut and flashing yourself, while still wrong, is a hella lot different.

(Afterthoughts)
For those women out there who say they always dress like that, I guess we now know who is keeping the pepper spray and rape hotlines in business.

The Closet Door

Since I'm already taking flak for being a girly girl, I'm just gonna roll with those punches for now and show y'all what today's project for me was. I pimped out the door to my closet and it turned out very cute.





(Afterthoughts)
*contented sigh* door is preeeeeeeeetty :-)

The Men Who Stole My Heart

These are my younger sister's children. From left to right: George (7), Billy (9), Liz (35), Dewey (3). The infamous nephews I go to visit when I travel up north 200 miles to my Mom's house. My sister's family lives about 1/4 mile down the road from my Mom so I have everyone right there. Of course the boys spend as much time at Grandma's as they can, especially when Aunt Liz comes to visit, LOL. They are my heart and soul and I love them more than I can express. Just seeing these pics fills me with a warm fuzzy feeling every time.




(Afterthoughts)
The most amazing thing was getting all 3 boys to sit still long enough to get a couple nice pictures taken LOL.

I Love Traffic

One of those phrases that I didn't plan on ever saying but got me with this game.

Crush The Castle

Argh, I'm hooked on this game and if you have an iphone, first I am sorry for you, second you can get this game for free on it.

Dolls

Reminds me of when I was a little girl. You can click the picture to be taken to that episode of the webcomic and see it as a larger picture.



(Afterthoughts)
Yes, my monster dolls did act like that.

The Last Song

It took me over a week of debating to give in and post this blog. I was hesitant because it is a direction that I rarely wander off in although I know y'all delight in smirking at the proof that I am a bit of a girly girl (no wonder I rarely play the part of a sweet, loving bloggeress).

As the title suggests, I did go see the movie "The Last Song." Hmmm, I damn near ended the blog right here just out of pure spite, *sigh*

But anyways, when I went up to my Mom's for Easter weekend, 2 of my bestest girlfriends called me wanting me to go to the movies with them. I was less than thrilled over the idea of going to see a chick flick but they insisted, er, more like threatened to literally pick me up and carry me out of the house to their car and drag me into the theater bound and gagged if they had to (not much of a choice on my part).

Now let me interject here for a moment: my natural reaction to chick flicks is that I hate them, however in reality that is far from the truth, it's just my automatic response. I love those girly movies and have watched them my whole life, and turn into the cliche mushy hearted girl riding the rollercoaster of emotions following the characters. It just hurts my tough girl half-demoness image, but that is something I am slowly worried about less and less as I am getting older and finding it harder and harder to deny that the little bit of a girly girl that I am is actually a hella lot bigger than I try to let on.

So it was a very sweet movie and I was enthralled by it (unsurprisingly) but then for like the last hour (??? something like that) it turned terribly sad. The rest of the movie had the entire theater of girls (I did spot a few men who were regretting being forced to go lol) were crying for that last hour, and I seriously mean every girl there (yes, including me). If you listened, you heard sniffle after sniffle all around and could see girls wiping their eyes in the dim light.

My friends did tease me a bit on the ride home for trying to deny that I was crying during the movie, er, not the cleverest thing to try to trick them with since they were sitting right beside me LOL. And I cried again some more as I laid in bed that night thinking about the movie. And then I cried a little bit more a few times over the next few days as well before I finally settled down.

Now I do have a good reason for my additional tears after the movie was over. I also watched my father die right in front of me a few years ago. It was a quick death that happened unexpectedly and was done and over in a matter of a number of short minutes, unlike the much slower over a few months death that her father in the movie went through. But when she saw him pass away in his chair at his house I knew I would be feeling the sadness and hurt for a while from the parallel to my own life. I never did cry for my father whom I loved deeply and miss everyday, but seeing a movie like that did touch a painful part of my heart.

I really did love that movie and will be buying it when it comes out on DVD but it is one that I will not watch too often because I know it will bring out the tears each and every time.

(Afterthoughts)
Oops, forgot to post that "spoiler alert" notice at the top, um, better late than never.

Die Carmen Die

I love the classics and this video has a lot more death that they typical average music video. Not one of my favorite songs but it's ok and the video does make it a hella lot better.



(Afterthoughts)
The reference to the "Bad Touch" video camo at the very end was sweeeeeet!

What I learned on my Easter vacation

Easter is generally a great day for lots of candy only second to my favorite holiday of Halloween. However there is one very important piece of advice that you do not ever want to forget on the rabbit themed special day:

Only eat the the bigger colored eggs, the small round ones are NOT chocolate, oh god are they not, blech. Trust me when I say that is a critical difference to remember.

(Afterthoughts)
Y'all have been warned!!!!