Hump day: monday edition

 

 

 

annnnnnnd ending with depressed whale:

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Why I Love my Brother, part 2

this post is a continuation of part 1 of why I love my brother.

Below is reason number 5,672,901 about why I love my brother…

this is a recent gmail chat between us!

me: what kind of dog is this? http://fortheloveofsequins.tumblr.com/post/13945802364/i-think-this-is-the-cutest-dog-ever-woo-10-000

 Ben:  terrier of some kind?
 me:  cuterrier
          🙂
 Ben:  I hate you
me:  🙂
another reason why i love my brother:we must think so much alike because we both sent that same bit of convo to the same mutual friend at the same time! BAAHAHAHAHA
he is the only one i got.

he is hilarious.

he is running the ragnar relay with me next year
he has no shame and its awesome.
and that is all.
PS: this totally happened! YAY  us!!!! Good job to all of my compatriots! We (NASA) made the time list of sites loved!

Wednesday Workup/Hump day

Here is some pump up music for you to get your ego boosted and get you prepped for the day:

 

Funny clips compiled: The Best of Failblog:

 

Clips compiled, top 25 best of Failblog, Countdown:

funny friday!

This post has been inspired by my boss who sent me this video clip this morning in response to my inability to beat him here:

and then he came in to my office to watch me watch the clip, and then shared one of the most incredible clips ever… ABOUT UNICORNS!!!

With these having been shared, it inspired me to move on to yo mamma jokes and chuck norris facts:

Yo momma’s so fat she can’t even jump to conclusions.

But she once tried… so your momma’s so fat that when she tried to jump, she got stuck in mid-air.

Yo momma’s so fat that when God said “Let there be light!”, he asked her to move aside

Yo momma’s so fat that when she wears a yellow raincoat on the street, people try to flag her down and call “TAXI !!!”

 

They were going to put Chuck Norris in Grand Theft Auto. But nobody takes Chuck Norris’ car.
Chuck Norris can handle the truth. He made the truth.
When Alexander Bell invented the telephone he had 3 missed calls from Chuck Norris
Fear of spiders is aracnaphobia, fear of tight spaces is chlaustraphobia, fear of Chuck Norris is called Logic
Chuck Norris doesn’t call the wrong number. You answer the wrong phone.
Chuck Norris has a grizzly bear carpet in his room. The bear isn’t dead it is just afriad to move.

thoughts on a hump day

heyla!

so lately I have been trying to work on my other site, my online portfolio (when it is up and running, I will release the URL). I have also been trying to finish up some side projects. Hope to have the last one completed this evening. And I have been writing my first-ever legit iPhone app, as well as working on a hopefully awesome business plan! Just call me an entreprenerd. My most recent thoughts were and have been about the fact that approx 99.99999999% of reality stars have written books. I didnt know they could read, let alone write, except maybe Vinny from Jersey Shore. He always struck me as somewhat intelligent, lacking the extreme shallow gene that the others had. Now, this in no way is me knocking jersey shore’s entertainment value — it is very high, especially when you turn it into other forms of entertainment… like betting… or i know some people who have turned it into a drinking game. Anyway, so in order to be fair, I have been browsing through some of the different reality stars’ books and reading reviews, trying to determine which ones I could or could not stomach. I feel like I have to read one and provide a review to actually give it all a fair shot. I will keep you apprised.

Now on to Wednesday madness:

Submitted from my dear friend Melinda:

These are from randomness on youtube:

from tosh.0:

Howdy howdy howdy!

A couple of things. 1) yes, I DO realize that with every post, my titles get less descriptive then the ones before them. 2) HOLY COCK AND BALLS, I think my pants are on the verge of see-through — mostly just when I bend over (attempts at making myself feel better), which is embarrassing because im at work and not going home for another 4.5 hours, that and they rival circus clowns everywhere:

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These pants are probably the reason why most people who clean out their closet, discard shit or donate shit that hasn’t been worn in forever, because that one day… when you DO decide to wear it…. yea…. you end up with what I am experiencing today… which is REMEMBERING WHY YOU STOPPED WEARING EM IN THE FIRST PLACE.

and 3) there are many things that I have read today that make me think I should be doing more. I have had this idea in the back of my head for some time, that I should be doing and accomplishing more… no, I do not have a birthday coming and I am not turning 30 this year, so this isn’t a crisis thing. This is a I-feel-like-I-should-be-spreading-my-awesome-more kind of thing. Just not quite sure how to do that. Also, there are things I want to do just to have done them. After reading this list, I feel like I should possibly create one and then attempt to accomplish said things.  Or this other dude who is trying to complete his MIT challenge, of learning the entire 4 years of MIT Comp Sci curriculum in 12 months — that is an impressive challenge. So far he is 20/33 classes of the way there….

These people and many others (like the guy who encourages $100 startups) are inspiring and make me feel like I am not doing or accomplishing enough. And I would like to sit here and type the inspirational crap like:

ay yai yai yai yai yai yai
(xena battle cry)

SHIT GONNA CHANGE

and other inspirational albeit (sadly) unlikely things to happen. I am lazy. After working 8.5 hours with a 40 minute commute each way and a puppy to take care of, I got other shit I wanna do… like sit on my ass and watch TV before starting the hours of homework or coding that I do each evening. And when I get breaks from said homework (due to end of semester and such) or finish a side project, the last thing I truly desire is to take on and begin doing more shit….

Yes, I realize I have and am spewing a defeatist attitude. I prefer to think of it as realistic…. no? no one buying that one eh? Aight, so I guess I need to change, and take whatever magic little pill that gives my perky neighbor her hours of energy (which include but aren’t limited to walking on her wood floors late at night in heels or jumping around at 6am or having work done on her apt on a saturday morning… at 7am)…. but since she prolly isnt on a pill, I guess I will have to settle for some kind of motivational speech that I will need to give myself….. NOW. staaaarting NOW!. UGH

Ok, so here’s what I got for ya. I wasted a bunch of my life being super unproductive and essentially a plague on society as we know it. So, in order to give back, I went and gave back, working 50+ hours a week with one day off for an excellent place in the middle of nowhere. Now, with that being said, it does not mean that since I have moved, I am entitled to (ok got distracted mid sentence by music… and why in god’s name do we need another album from owl city?! wasn’t one enough!??! –just sayin) …. now, I will continue…

As I was saying, now, since I have moved that does not mean I am entitled to slack off. I had big plans for the two months I had off between classes. Finish the iPhone app I have been coding, begin and finish a project with my brother, complete my personal portfolio and my amazing jQuery masterpiece, which is going to be awesome (and you will know more when I decide you can). But, in true becca fashion, I have gotten distracted from these with the idea of writing and developing a business plan for a company I would like to start (once again need to know and you dont right now, cause I can’t have my idea-sssss stoled; YES THEY ARE THAT AWESOME!). With all of this being said, I have other, simpler goals that I would like to accomplish sometime in my lifetime…. I don’t have a goal for when they will be done, just sometime… in the future…. yea, can’t really be more exact, but one thing I do know is that I am frying my brain with all of the TV I have been watching recently…. and I am kind of over my ass growing in size forcing me to buy new pants… or return to old pants, like the gems shown above…. SO! with that being said (yes, I failed at week 3 of eating right and exercising), I will be getting off of my ass and trying to experience more life. I will put together a list and post it sometime in the not-so-distant future, and then I will cross things off as I go. And in theory I will post about it as well.

To start, try yoga has been on my list for sometime, so we can cross that off with a great feeling of pride and the knowledge that I love yoga and have been going to at least one class each week, which I am hoping to expand to 3 or 4 classes a week soon, maybe I can rearrange my work schedule and start coming in a little later to make classes in the morning… who knows.

Also on my list (for sure and just thinking out loud here) is sky diving, which my husband and I both want to do. We will want to look like this:

but will prolly end up looking like this:

and then do this:

yea, pants pooping… it happened… and it might happen if I ever make it to skydiving, well, correction, WHEN I make it to skydiving. With that said, I will send out a warning for where we will be jumping so there will be no poop raining down on your head that day.

And aside from that, I would like to end this with a brilliant song, as I feel revitalized and you will too. You will feel like you are going to be starting a new life with me.

Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is OH! H to the O-V (I think he meant to say BECCA there)

And if you choose to stop reading after this post because you think I am full of it and you want no part than that is fine too… but know that ninja monkeys are going to come to your house and fling poop at you…. the rest of you, who stay with me here, you guys are 100% awesome!!! and this adventure is going to be LEGEN…. WAIT FOR IT! …. DARY!!!!

 

BOOM! Battle cry APPLIED!

 

HI-larious! Happy Thursday!

This video is hilarious. Happy Thursday!

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