Archive for July, 2006

Monday Madness - Talking cats

I’m keeping in the funny video theme for this week’s Monday Madness. We all have those buttons that people push, and when they’re pushed, sometimes there just aren’t enough words to express ourselves. Don’t say cats don’t understand us humans. :)

Monday Madness - Duck!

Okay, so I’m feeling totally uninspired because I’m thinking, “How on earth do I beat last week’s Monday Madness?” While doing my research on what is kooky, I ran across one of my all-time favorite clips from America’s Funniest Videos. So laugh at the cute little baby and watch out for that low-flying powder.

Fairies do exist!

My new garden proves it! :) I finally got around to planting my first fairy garden! It’s been a great trip into the boundless hope and enthusiasm we reserve only for our childhood. :) Here’s a little pictorial tour of my fairy garden.
Fairy garden aerial

Fairy garden close-up

Fairy garden close-up 2

Fairy garden - boy fairy

Fairy garden - girl fairy

Monday Madness - 2 birds with one stone

One of the joys of Monday Madness is in reporting gems like this one: Self-defense aerobic English lessons. Um, you just gotta watch this one. Words cannot do justice…

Containment breach

The other night I decided to weed the jungle that is my flower bed. I worked up quite a sweat, I tell ya. In truth, I needed a machete just to hack down the Weed Trees that had taken root amongst my poor little petunias.

I was tugging on a particularly persistent weed when I encountered a problem… I bent over and heard a rip. And there was no doubt that my favorite gardening pants now bore a huge hole in the butt. You know your pants are one region short when you feel that tell-tale loosening and expansion of parts of you that should remain well clothed… The pleasant breeze in my posterior was also an alarming indication…

So I back up into my garage, cuz I’m afraid to turn my back toward the street, dump the weeds and tools, and rush inside. As I’m walking up the stairs, I ask Nathan if he’ll go outside and close the garage doors since my pants are holey. Little did I know, he’s on the phone with my sister, so I soon hear him yelling, “Gotta go, gotta go! We have an ass containment breach!!!”