back to the nest

Kinda like a car wreck; horrific, but you can’t look away even if you try. This was too good not to share with all you foolios Enjoy…or not.

I spent this past weekend in Philly with my good friend Kathleen. A long Saturday night of adult beverages followed by a long Sunday of us sleeping/eating/watching trash on tv (Toddlers and Tiaras, anyone? Oy.) was exactly what’s been missing in my life.

So driving back to Newtown last night, before I left Philly to get on I-95, I noticed a homeless man with a sign. I don’t know what came over me, but I made the game-time decision to give this man $5. I never do things like that ever, because I’m somehow hardwired to believe that the majority of people are trying to take advantage of whoever they can.

Since this happened at a stop light, there were a few cars parked behind me. The person in the car behind me gave the guy something, and so did the person behind THAT car.  The man was way grateful/excited.

Would those people have given to the homeless man if they didn’t see someone else do it first?  Who knows, but I’m kind of thinking that would be a “yes.”

I’m extremely stingy these days, so it’s surprising that parting with $5 actually made me feel really good.  Still does.

So being this corny is making me really uncomfortable, so I’ll leave you with some completely unrelated awesomeness:

Oddee.com – 18 Hilarious Photobombs

Have a bangin’ Monday!

This news is a few days old, but lay off me (I’m still grieving).

I’d like my readers to observe a moment of silence in honor of Rue McClanahan, who passed away on Thursday at 76.  WTF?  I thought she was the healthiest one!

Hottie!

Golden Girls reruns have been my life for years, and that slut Blanche Devereaux was one of my favorite characters on TV.  Sad and wrong.

I’m boycotting blogging until I get more names for this CD swap.  Only 5 officially confirmed so far…including me!  Come on, people get with it!!

Because I’m sort of in a music rut and because we all love to get mail.

Important:  Any and all Black-Eyed Peas songs are prohibited in this swap. I’m in charge around here.  Thanks.

Anyway, if you want to get in on this, here’s what to do:

Email me with your name, address, and blog url by next Friday (May 28th).

Once I get everyone’s info, I’ll send you 5 random people who you have to make a mix for.  You can do this however you want; personalize them individually, or make the same mix for all 5 people.  Just make it good and have fun with it!

Try to send them out asap once you get your 5 names so we can all start getting in on some sweet tunes, and hopefully blogging about them!

So that’s it.  Now get to work, people!

PS do you call them “mix CD’s” or “mixED CD’s”?  If you call them anything to do with tapes, don’t talk to me.   I don’t care that they were originally tapes, it’s 2010.  Get a hobby.

Just another reason why moving in with your parents as an adult is better than living in Central Pennsylvania:

Drunk Man Tries to Revive Dead Opossum – Road Kill CPR

Crime Beat Pa. – A man from Pennsylvania has been charged with public drunkenness after he was seen trying to resuscitate a long-dead opossum along a highway.

Donald Wolfe, a 55-year old man, is the lead character in the odd case of road kill CPR that was witnessed by several people passing by the rural highway scene, according to an Associated Press report.

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The item for the odd ball report cites State police Trooper Jamie Levier who “says one person saw Wolfe kneeling before the animal and gesturing as though he were conducting a séance.”

Another witness told authorities the drunk man actually tried to give the dead critter mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.  The attempt failed.  The animal was long dead, according to the report.

source:  The National Ledger

PS I love animals and I always feel sorry for roadkill, but possums are wayyy creepy, no?

This scared the holy crap out of me the first time I saw it:

Apparently my stepdad is a big fan of the Giraffa camelopardalis, so now we have one in the den.  It is not a jungle-themed den, like you might be thinking.  It’s bigger than I am.  It cost $100.

Giraffe needs a name.  And maybe a hat/sunglasses, don’t you think?

OK OK.  Hiatus ends this weekend.  This is not a drill.

image: missmoniker via etsy

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