Showing posts with label mother of the year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother of the year. Show all posts

Friday, May 24, 2013

Guest Blog Fun, The Friday Five and Cursing Babies

I was given the wonderful opportunity to write a guest blog about my love of trashy romance novels for Refreshingly Riki today. If you haven't been to her site, give it a gander. She talks about all kinds of things over there, chief among them books and her love of reading, so if you are so inclined to crack a few spines (of books that is. Unless you're a professional chiropractor I think I speak for everyone when I ask that you please keep any human spine cracking to a minimum) don't hesitate to check her out and read my post here while you're at it. I hope you enjoy it!

I got the idea last week after seeing some pretty hilarious Mother's Day tweets that it might be fun to post a top five list on Fridays. Seeing as how Mother's Day is long since over I'm gonna go ahead and pick something else to focus on today, but I think it will be just as delightful.

This week, I stumbled across one of the best examples of smart assery I've ever experienced in a little thing called "offensive wallpapers." Most of us, if not all of us, have seen those inspirational quotes that someone took the time to place lovingly over a thought provoking landscape scene. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, here is an example:

(In case it wasn't clear...this is the road to discovery. It's in Duluth.)

So without further ado, here is my first ever Friday Five. This week's selection:

Top Five Offensive Wallpapers


1.
(I read this in Wilford Brimley's voice, followed by his use of the word "Dia-bee-tus.)


2.
(The crack in that floorboard grew a flower. Your crack, however...)

3.
(No, Teddy  Ruxpin, I don't want to be friends!)
4.
(Wouldn't an entire wheat field provide enough fiber to alleviate this?)
5.
(I have no words.) 

And finally, here is a video of my son becoming so incensed at my desire to film him that he crawled into a laundry basket and began hurling expletives at me this morning. My blog isn't called Mother of the Year for nothing people.


Have a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend everyone!