When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? --William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

The zen of studying


little turtle
Originally uploaded by mmoster.
It sounds strange, I know, but after you have studied intensely for a few hours, you reach a higher state of consciousness. Giving the brain such an intense workout relaxes the body and you start to get a natural high off of it. (Bear with me on this one, I swear its true!) Its fun to test your limits, see how long you can keep at it. In fact, I'm going to study some more right now!

~cool kids study~

Monday, November 29, 2004

Woo Hoo!

magicmushrooms



You are Magic Mushrooms!


You don't mind taking a little mind trip - even if it leaves you with a ripped up stomach.

You're keen on sitting back and checking out the visuals. Or talking with your cat.

And you're up for the orgasmic powers of shrooms, as soon as your lover stops looking like an alien.



What Drug Are You?

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I'm sick of your movies, butthole!

Brent and I went to the video store the other day, and I left disgusted. I always do a walk around the exterior wall where the new movies are kept, and with each step, I grew more angry with Hollywood. Why do these buttholes think I want to watch some crappy ass movie about a guy who lives in the airport? And why is THIS the best of all the rest of the crap? Why is Terminal sold out? Why aren't there any good movies??? This comes from a girl who adores bad movies.

But I like bad movies that are sooo bad they are good. Not these sterile, time-sucking things Hollywood is so in love with.
In fact, these Hollywood buttholes so demoralized me w/ their new movies, that I carried the disgust over to the old movie section. Generally I can find a classic that I like (Stripes, She Devil) etc. but not this time! No, those Hollywood buttholes ruined my movie renting experience. Now there is a negative externality for you!!! (sorry, econ reference, i'm in econ right now.)

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Come On Detective, What Do You Think???




Who Said It?
Who recently said to me, "Melissa, I'm horny?"
My husband
Lucy
Shawn
Kirsten
Jodi
Elizabeth
Amanda
This Poll by mmoster
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B-rent


B-rent
Originally uploaded by mmoster.




How well do you know my husband?
Middle Name? 
Birthday? 
Fave Superhero? 
Fave chore? 
What color of shirt brings Brent bad luck? 
Who did Brent ORIGINALLY support to run for President? 
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What the world needs now: A short history on Witchclitting


Witchclits
Originally uploaded by mmoster.
As we prepare to enter this year's holiday season, let us remember the things that really matter in life. Presents, especially good ones, are fun to give and receive. Life is about good presents. Also, life is about Witchclitting. What is a Witchclit?
That is a question so deep and profound I had to start a new paragraph just to answer it. Well, it all began one dark and stormy night when I was a student at Knox College. We were flipping through channels on the television when all of a sudden we found a gem of a movie set in the 1800's era of big hair and bouffants. After a few minutes of oohing and ahhing I announced that I could recreate the look. (Lets just say I was a bit, "Hi, my name is Sam,") After much backcombing, we could all clearly see that I had created the EXACT replica. But there was something offputting about it...something we couldn't put our fingers on. Wait! That was it, I looked like Cindy Witchclit! (I'll leave that story for later on) So I became Mother Witchclit that night.
It soon became habit that when I got drunk I would do a witchclit until one night it was no longer enough that I do my own hair. I had to expand, I needed other people. And thus I proceeded to clit everyones hair in the room. (Minus Jodi, who was in the room but also is a pussy and wouldn't do it.) And this is my family. You have Mande (Imagine an accent mark over the e, and pronounced Mawn-day) the youngest; Shawn, the most feminine and best gossiper; Jenny, destined to never marry the strapping young lad her Pa and I picked out for her; and Lucy, the brains of the family.
And there you have it. The Witchclit family story. Its a happy little tale, but sad now that my brood has scattered to the ends of the earth. (MY poor little Mande is threatened daily by savages) A cautionary tale this one is: Keep your family close, worship them while you have 'em, cuz someday they're gonna leave Fraggle Rock.

Long Time, No Blog...


Turkey Cannibal
Originally uploaded by mmoster.
Its been so long, I've nearly forgotten how to do this! My pupperkins is laying in my lap and I don't think she feels very well. (She turned down a meatball and a milkbone!) So...Thanksgiving. We didn't end up going to my parents house as my mother and brother were sick, so we headed to the in-laws' house instead. We had one thanksgiving on Wednesday which, for some reason, was too low key to be fun. Did everyone take sleeping pills or what?? Thurday, we headed up to Angola where Brent's aunt/uncle and grandma/grandpa live. Watched the colts kick Detroit's ass--on the field this time. :-) Ate lots of really good food and always had a beer in hand, though I never got drunk. Interesting, eh? Nothing terribly interesting happened during thanksgiving this year. Maybe next year I should go as a Witchclit. To be continued...

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

You decide...




Choose your pleasure!
Brent and I have several fake baby names that we like to use to scare the fam and entertain ourselves, and yes I know we're weird. Now you get to choose your favorite of our fake baby names. Choose wisely, grasshopper, or else...
PS--sorry about the rampant male names, but there are just a plethora of bad ones!
Antigone Eustace (Female)
Allistair Devonshire (Male)
Grover Wendell (Male)
Barry Eugene (Male)
This Poll by mmoster
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Sweet mother of Jesus...


Grilled Cheese Madonna
Originally uploaded by mmoster.
It sold for $28,000 to an internet company who said she was part of Americana now. Brent is repulsed by this, says you might as well take a shit and say its Jesus because someone out there will believe you. I guess he's right, but I'm more concerned about getting myself some of the money to be had from religious icon food. Shawn and I have discussed the possibility of finding a carrot with Jesus' face on it. Then we will be the ones with the money...and the last laugh! Mwa ha ha ha ha!

My sweet pupperkins...


mollyfrog
Originally uploaded by mmoster.
Isn't she the sweetest??? We brought her to my parents house and she ran her ass off with my parents dogs. She was so worn out that she slept the whole way home and for approximately 24 hours straight. She even snored. What a lover-dover, am I right?

The subtleties of grave robbing...

You might all know that my grandmother died last week, I got the call in the wee hours of Monday morning. My mother called her elder sister to let her know that their mother had passed into the nether world. My charming aunt replied, "Don't forget I get her shoes...and I want a pair of diamonds." Tacky. Crude. Unloving. Simply awful, isn't it then? But sadly, she has always been that way. So now the question I pose to you is: Who do you stand to gain the most from if they die?

Also, a fun little grave robbing game for you! http://www.theflashgames.com/grave_robber-swf.html

Monday, November 22, 2004

How do you love me?




What is my best feature?
Choose from the list below what you believe to be my best feature.
Eyes
Hair
Titties
Rump
Brain
This Poll by mmoster
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Eerily Accurate





You Are From Mercury



You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows.
You probably never leave home without your cell phone!
You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you.
You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer.
Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything.


Thursday, November 18, 2004

Drinking in the afternoon...

It is the early afternoon, and you have just finished your last class. You arrive home, take the dog for a walk, eat lunch (don't skip this step), and sit down. What now? Well, your husband calls and asks if you want to pick him up and go to the winery. What is a girl to do? She gets in the car and picks him up, gosh darn it. Then she tastes 7 different wines and picks up beer on her way home. In short, it was a good day...

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

On dealing with canines...

Know, first of all, that they are prone to barking. This is particularly true if you want them to be quiet. In the early eve, for example, when you want to sit down to discuss the events of the day with your dearest mate, she will be there to spoil your time of reflection. You dare not think of guests without a night of barking. And then, when you put her out on the patio to explore the plentiful buglife, does she appreciate it like a good pupperkins who knows her mommums wuvs her? NO!!! She escapes under the gate and makes her mommums chase her with dog treats and a blanket. (The blanket: I thought maybe I could throw it over her. Don't scoff, its worked before!) Eventually they will wonder back home, realizing that no one on the outside is willing to sleep all scrunched up so that the precious Pupper Duppers can stretch out. So here it is folks, the question which plagues me: What does Molly want?

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Class, Shmlass

Ugh. Stupid Econ. I do NOT love thee, enjoy thee, or even find thee one bit interesting. You are a waste of my time and therefore, I do not care about a supposed penalty you think you can hold over me. Ah hah! Seems I've got the last laugh, eh? See, I'm switching fields. Econ is no longer relevant to my future. No more silly water pricing schemes or deadweight loss calculations. That's right world, the coup is complete, the deed is done.