The Annoying Devil

This guy really needs a beating LOL... all I can say is silly Brits!

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And now for something completely different...

... or should I say something that's a complete waste of time! But fun! YAY!!!

I think my favorite was the F-18s. I took a screen shot!

The New Karaoke

The Belgians have taken Karaoke to the next level...

With this little pig you can now sing-and-fart-along in style! I really felt like getting up and dancing/singing/farting along! LOL

Why is it....

... that Superman dresses like he does? I think Cleft discovered his secret!

Beaver Cam

What if Mr. Beaver from Narnia had his own kids show... and it went horribly wrong? This video is a parody of the beaver character for Epic Movie. Mr. Beaver walks around Hollywood, showing us the world from a beaver's perspective... and runs into stuff that is not so kid-friendly!

Beaver Cam - Epic Movie - The best bloopers are a click away

How Many of Me?

Well, I'm back home now... catching up on e-mails and other junk

check this out :P

Oh, and Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 72 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

My Adventures with Dad #2

This adventure happened several weeks ago while my sister was still in town. And once again I'm going to give you a little background before jumping into the story.

Did I mention my dad is stubborn? I think I did. After being discharged from the hospital, I knew it was important for my dad to get his exercise. So my sister and I tried to make him walk when we went shopping for groceries or whatever. This particular excursion lead us to a super Walmart - oh the joys of Walmart. We needed to get a very particular item, lets just say it was something specifically for my dad... well, okay we needed a vinyl cover for his mattress since my dad has a bladder control issue. And if you're wondering, NO I'm not embarrassed about sharing this information with you all. When I was younger, he shared many embarrassing stories about me with perfect strangers while standing in line at the bank or even while waiting to get movie tickets - yeah, but lets not get into that much detail.

On this particular day, my dad decided that he didn't need to get too dressed up. He was sporting a light brown lined leather jacket over a white t-shirt, baby blue sweat pants that were pulled up over his belly button and just a little too tight for his egg-shaped frame, and finished off with dark green velcro strapped sandals. Perfect for Walmart.

It was the afternoon and the temperature was a crisp forty degrees. There was a slight breeze, but not bad enough to bite at your ears. We parked our van fairly close to the entrance and as we entered the store just past the shopping carts, my dad exclaimed that he wanted to get a cart he could ride on. I told him that he needed to walk and that we were just going in for a minute. He didn't need to get one. I left him with my sister and ran in to find the vinyl cover. It didn't take me long and within 5 minutes I was back near the entrance, but they were no where to be found. I turned around and my dad appeared behind me on his cart waiting anxiously to follow me where ever I was planning to go - a good ten feet to the cashier. My sister then made her appearance and told me that while attempting to get the cart my dad discovered that it wouldn't start. So he started kicking it and cursing. And then to her amazement, it started, but she was too embarrassed to be seen with him so she strode off in search of other things. We both rolled our eyes and had a good chuckle.

I don't think I want to take him to that Walmart again.

My Adventures with Dad #1

Well, I apologize for neglecting my blog for so long; but I have a good reason!

First off, my parents live about 250 miles from me, which is a good 3 1/2 hour to 4 hour drive (yes, I am a maniac driver). Secondly, my dad being the stubborn-mixed-up-mess he is, decided to stop taking all his medications after being fired by his doctor for some obscure reason. Yes, doctors can fire patients! And lastly, my mother had a month-long overseas trip planned out for almost a year, and wouldn't you know it, a week before her trip my dad gets hospitalized for a pulmonary embolism (blood clots in his lungs).

The first time I called and talked to him in the hospital, I think he was out of it. I couldn't tell if he was tripping on the drugs he was getting or if he had a stroke, basically because I don't think I've ever heard of someone talking about helicopters flying through their room. But that was really the only wacky thing he said, the other times I called him he sounded okay.

So, being the good son that I am *cough* I told my mom to go ahead with her trip and that I'd come up and watch him for a while, possibly until she came back. Secretly, I was hoping for just a week or two since he really didn't sound that sick to me. Now to clarify something, I love my parents, but I can't stand to be around them for very long. My mom is constantly trying to fix me up with women of her choosing and my dad is just too clingy (I guess that's a good word for it), he asks me where I'm going even if I just get off the couch to go pee (nice huh?).

Well this post wasn't meant to dad-bash. He got out of the hospital a few days after I came here and has been doing just fine. This post was really meant to share some of the funnier times that I've had with him, or as I'd like to call it (insert big thundering voice here), My Adventures with Dad! I've shared a few of his stories with some friends, but I've decided to just blog the ones that won't scar people for life. So here is a story from today :P

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My sister was here a little over a week ago. She was cooking food for the three of us, but left some food in the fridge. She called last night to tell me that there was a corned beef brisket that needed to be cooked and relayed the step-by-step instructions on how to prepare it. I've never claimed to be a good cook and I'm pretty restricted when it comes to my menu, but I thought I'd wing it from memory.

An onion, two cloves of garlic, some peppercorns and the meat tossed into a pot for about two hours. I tossed some potatoes and carrots in the broth after I pulled out the meat for cooling. All in all, I think I did a pretty good job on the whole process. My dad and I ate and enjoyed the meal. I was just happy I didn't screw it up.

So while I was washing all the dishes, my dad comes and stands next to me to watch. He compliments me on the meal and then I hear a poof.

"Did you just fart?"

"Well I went through the motions," he proclaims.

"If that's how you compliment the chef after a meal, then I'm not cooking for you anymore!" I cried as I waved him and his flatulence out of the kitchen.

Oh the joys of being home.