How do YOU say this word?

You're going to have to be totally honest here.  No liars in the Break Room.  Did you not see the sign and picture on the door when you came in?  No?  Let's walk over there together.  Come on, walk with me.  See it?  Read it out loud.  What does it say?


Oh the "I love putting wigs on my sons" was just a little something extra.  Mostly, I wanted you to see that part about the lying.  You saw it, right?  Can I trust that you are telling the truth?

Because this is serious business.

THIS is a topic that has been brought up over and over again through the years my husband and I have married.  THIS is a topic that we have very strong opinions about.  

This is about...


What are they called? 
Listen to yourself very carefully before answering.  Say it at least 3 times. 
How do you REALLY say it? 


A. "CRAY-ins"

B.  "cray-AHNs"

C. "CROWNs"

D. Are there really any other options?


One of them is the way I say it. One of them is the way my husband says it and one of them is the way I've heard someone else say it.


How do YOU say it?


My Husband Is My Master, Apparently

This post is being written on Friday evening because of this...

Conversation I had today with someone else:

"Little dude, which cookie do you want?"

"Dat wuh"

"I'd like a Big Bite M&M Cookie, please."

Where it all went down...

"Just one?"

"Yes, that's it."

"You don't want one?"

"No, I just exercised 30 minutes ago.  I don't want to mess up everything I just did.  No, just one.  Thank you."

"Oh, HAVE A COOKIE!  Cookie good for you".










"Oh, alright.  I'll have a Pecan Chocolate Chip Cookie".

"Anyting to drink?"

"Ummm, I'll have a small Diet Coke"
(This is where I remember the study sent to me yesterday regarding the evil of diet drinks and how I am likely to grow a baby's arm from my right ear if I continue to drink them.  I am hesitant to do what I am supposed to do, which is order water or milk, soooo.....)  
"Change that to a small Coke, please".

"Medium Coke for 99 cent?"

"Mommy, I find us a table?"


"No, dude, you're 2.  Oh, alright already.  A medium Coke".

"You get an extra cookie for you mastah?"

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, I wah dah wuh, tooooooo!!!"

"No, little dude.  One is enough.  MY MASTER?"

"Yes, you want an extra cookie for him?  He get home so tired.  He work hard.  He would love extra cookie."

Yes, my friends, she described my husband as my master. Please don't tell him. Also, even though her idea was a nice one, I was feeling like I was being held up at the local Stop 'n Rob at this point, so I took our cookies and ran.


___________________________________



Also, I just received a package in the mail this afternoon and, therefore, this is the...
Conversation I want to have today with you:


Back in November, I wrote the song parody "Ms. Luby's-Cafeteria-Food-Worker-and-Food-Scooper".  This was my most shared post on Facebook ever.  It somehow found it's way to the desk of a Marketing Director of Luby's.  She wrote to me to tell me that she loved it.  She sent me a gift certificate and an awesome cookbook to show her appreciation.  I love cooking, cookbooks and I LOVE LUBY'S!  Luby's is a major cafeteria down here in Texas and is really good, in my opinion.  If my readers are interested, I would like to post one of their recipes & my take on it every Saturday.  I would start this a week from tomorrow.  I will continue as usual during the week and would just offer this up on the weekends.



Good idea?  Bad idea?
Honestly, would you even read it?





Today We Salute You, Ms. Limited-English-Speaking-Nail-Salon-Lady!!

All the nail salon ladies of the world should be saluted, no doubt, but the LIMITED ENGLISH SPEAKING ones are getting all the praise today.  (The ladies that have been saluted in the past here in the Break Room can be found under "Today, We Salute YOU" tab in the navigation bar.)  Many of you are likely familiar with Anjelah Johnson's hilarious salute to her nail salon lady.  If not, you'll most definitely want to click HERE. It makes me laugh out loud every time!! 
I thought these hearts were appropriate for this month. 
http://www.weddingcometrue.com/

Kelley’s Break Room presents…
Re-l Wom-n of G-nius
(the dashes are being used due to a copyright issue)

Reeeeeeeeee------llllllll Wom--------n of G------------niuuu-uuuus!!!

Today we salute YOU, Ms. Limited English Speaking Nail Salon Lady.

(Ms. Limited English Speaking Nail Salon Laaayhaaaaydeh!!!)

It’s 4 p.m. inside the three white and one glass wall of your nail salon situated in a busy strip center and you couldn’t be happier. You chatter happily with your sister, your cousin, your 8-year-old daughter and the one token male who wanders around with his squirt bottle hoping to kill all the germs Mrs. Humongous Fungus Among Us just left in the pedicure bath.

(I-don’t-think-that-squirt-bottle-is-gonna-cut-it)

No matter how many heels made of solid rock you go after with your cheese grater, you keep smiling. You keep smiling as you cradle their gnarly feet in your hands and try to make their rocks succumb to your chisel. You keep smiling as you clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, clip away at their sometimes thick, yellowed, ingrown TOENAILS that sometimes set sail.....right…into…your…mouth.


(Somebody pass me a tooooooooothpiiiiiiiiick!!!!!!!)

As you paint Hot Red Mama on toenails the size of  half-Tic Tacs, you are able to keep one eye on Maury Povich blaring on the TV and one eye on the prize all while sweetly calling over your shoulder “I be ri wi you” to Ms. Grumpy Chipped Nails waiting on the black leather couch with her outdated People magazine. That bell keeps clanging on the glass door that broadcasts “NO CHECK!” and you know it’s going to be a loooooong afternoon.  Still, you smile.

(I-really-could-use-a-Tic-Tac)


So, crack open a new package of nail files, Ms. Limited English Speaking Nail Salon Lady, and know that you and YOUR SMILE are the REAL reason we return to your nail salon over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.


Ms. Limited English Speaking Nail Salon Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyhaaaaaaaaaydehhhhhhhh.....


Where do you keep YOUR plunger?


Welcome to a debate.

A debate between my husband and me.
A debate I need you to settle.
Today.

About the plunger.

We go through a discussion about the plunger's home on a regular basis.

His view: have it handy. 


Chris says he doesn't necessarily want it right beside the toilet, but
I don't think he'd argue with me if he saw it sitting there smiling.

 "What if guests come over, Kelley?  Are they going to have to stick their head outside of the restroom with their pants around their ankles to say, 'HEY, KELLEY & CHRIS, IT SEEMS I HAVE TOTALLY WRECKED YOUR TOILET.  I AM GOING TO NEED YOUR PLUNGER TO UNDO THE HORRID THING I HAVE DONE IN HERE!  IT IS QUITE POSSIBLE YOU'LL NEED A BRAND NEW ONE EVEN!  ANYONE ON THEIR WAY? Anyone?"


I paraphrased my husband a bit.


If there were special plunger washers situated next to the dishwasher
or washing machine, perhaps Ol' Plungey could live here.

ACTUALLY, I am working on a couple of projects that would make me consider keeping The Plunge near the toilet.  Take a look and let me know if you'd like one of these beautiful bathroom fixtures (toilet paper holder made to match):







Supplies are going FAST, so order yours today!!!!


My view until my projects are finished: BANISH IT!!!!
(said like a mean, hairy, grumpy, deep-voiced queen)



Can anyone finish that song?  Extra credit points!



Am I the only one that is so very, very cruel to this extra family member?



Where do you keep YOUR plunger?


May Stop Blogging & Make DOILIES Instead

I have been blogging one year now.  Thanks to EVERYONE who stops by this blog each week!  I want to give a special thanks to my friends "PJ" and Jennnifer, with "Our Hope Still Endures"  (a wonderful blog about her life in general and her struggles with infertility & adoption), for encouraging me to blog over one year ago.  Some of you leave comments and some of you just read.  I appreciate both!  The comments help me to gauge how much of my inner nutcase I should let out on this blog each time and lets me know you "get" me.  To be honest with you, lately I have been wondering if I should continue doing this blog thang.  I absolutely LOVE to write and it is a lot of fun for me, but...I sometimes question the purpose behind it. 

http://www.froekenlila.blogspot.com/
Couldn't my time be spend doing something more productive? If I didn't blog, I would probably have learned to make doilies by now.  The world needs more doilies and look at me!!!  I'm blogging when people are out there without doilies!!!  Also, I sometimes feel badly that I DON'T write about my children specifically.  Do I not love my children as much as the "mommy bloggers"??  I want you to know that I absolutely ADORE my boys.  If I could bottle them both up with all the hugs, kisses and laughter they provide and send it to you, I would.  I know that you would so enjoy spending a day with them.  They are funny, funny little dudes who are absolutely treasures to me.  Just the other day after spending a week home with me because he had the flu, my 6-year-old told me, "I love you how you were made by God" and "I will miss you when I am an adult".  I will tuck those words away in my heart for the rest of my life.  It took us so long to have any children at all.  I never thought I was going to be a mother and it devastated me.  My heart aches for those out there who so badly want to have a baby and have not been able to yet. So, you see?  I can be serious!  I have serious thoughts and opinions and all of those emotional, serious things.  But, this blog isn't that.  It's not serious...and I am glad you read it just the same.  I love how all of you were made and I consider it an absolute privilege that you read my words at all. 

That's all I've got.

Let's hug it out.


Song Parody: "Looking for Glove"

Image from http://www.allmusic.com/
Every winter I can typically only find one glove.  That glove is usually in the pocket of one of my coats.  The other glove?  I don't know WHERE that sucker hides.  Let's just call him "Glove".  I look for Glove up high and down low and in the hole...and, well, I must be too slow because I always leave the house looking like Michael Jackson.  If I were a singer, my stage name would be Patty Gloveless (anybody getting that reference?) but instead of singing country music, I'd be all "You know I'm bad, I'm bad, shamown...".  (Was he really saying "shamown"?  Is that a variation of the Sham Wow?).  Anyway, let's erase Patty Gloveless and Michael Jackson from our memories now and turn our attention to the legendary Johnny Lee.  My fellow Texan was nice enough to rewrite his famous "Lookin' For Love" song from Urban Cowboy for me to fit my current dilemma with that blasted glove.  Sooo...find your dance partner, head out to the dance floor and sway to the music.  Now.

Johnny, take it away!!!!

I've spent a lot of time looking for you
Near the shingles, cars and in the refrigerator, but there's no you
Playing a fools game, hoping to win
Don't wanna tell my family, "Why, I've lost Glove again."


I was looking for Glove in all the wrong places
Looking for Glove in all the wrong spaces
Searching nearby, looking for traces
Of what, I'm dreaming of...
Hopin' to find for my cold hand at least a mitten or some covers
God bless the day I discover
The other part...of my pair of gloves

When I was home, friend, with no glove in sight
And I did everything to find it before I left for the night
Don't know where it departed or where I might find it again
I just burned inside with anger, because I had lost Glove again!!!


http://www.oldnavy.com/

I was looking for Glove in all the wrong places
Searching nearby, looking for traces
Of what, I'm dreaming of...
Hopin' to find for my cold hand at least a mitten or some covers
God bless the day I discover
The other part...of my pair of gloves

Then you came a'knocking at my front door..
You're everything I've been searching for..


No more looking for Glove in all the wrong places
Looking for Glove in too many wrong spaces
Searching nearby, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Now that I don't need a mitten or some covers
God bless the day I discovered
You, oh you, my little Glove!!

**Exit dance floor**





That's hard to read, right?  It says "If you like THIS, you'll LOVE to hear more in the "Songs Parodies" section in the navigation bar.




Captcha Balderdash WINNERS

Thanks to EVERYONE who played Captcha Balderdash this month!  I seriously laughed out loud at each definition.  I love, love, love to read the creative meanings you give to the craziest words.  Based on those who voted, there was a tie!  The winners from this month's round of Captcha Balderdash were...

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FRAGRANT LIAR
with "pappesse"

and

MONKEY MAN
with "ductagg".


Thanks to Fragrant Liar, we now know that "Pappesse" is the word given to "a granddaddy who went tranny" is now wearing a "Courtney Love frock".  Thanks, Fragrant Liar, for teaching us this new word that surely will hit the American lexicon in no time at all.  Friends out there, do you have a Pappesse or do you have a PawPaw, Gumpy, Papa, PawPaw or PawPaw?  I tell you what, someone out there has a pappesse right now and is not calling him Pappesse because they haven't been able think of a good name for their newly TRANSformed grandfather.  Before Fragrant Liar came along, the only thing they could think to call him was Tranpa.  Thanks, FL!!

The blog "Fragrant Liar" is a humor blog written out of Austin, Texas and is described as "Home of the Reluctant Midlifer" where she rants, raves, reflects and "ROFLMAO".  She also states that her readers are free to do the same.  "Let's be clear: I am irreverent, and I like me that way. Grab a libation, kick back, and share your thoughts -- and don't lie, cuz I'll know."  She was recently listed as one of Amazon Kindle's Top-Rated 100 Humor Blogs list.  You will definitely want to hang out over at her place, if you don't already!  Click HERE to go there.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnd..........thanks to Monkey Man, we now know that a "ductagg" is "when the duct tape on a car starts to come loose and wave in the breeze as you drive down the road."  He told us about Bob and his ductagg that was a result of Bob's unraveling repair job on his car.  So, now when you see flippity-flappity duct tape all over the bumper of a car, or perhaps hanging from a car window, you won't have to say, "HEY, KIDS!!  LOOK AT THAT DUCT TAPE THINGMAFARKLEMAJINGALOONIE".  You will be able to quickly and efficiently refer to it as a "ductagg" all because of Monkey Man's brilliant mind.  Monkey Man, will we ever be able to repay you??

Monkey Man has been a loyal reader of my silly blog for a while now and I am so grateful!  I know I can always count on him for a funny, honest comment.  He writes the blog "Monkey Man: Lost Somewhere Between Knuckle Draggin' and Upright" and describes himself as a "fifty something family man who has frequently spoken first and thought later - hence the knuckle dragging' aspect of my personality. But I am always looking for ways to improve myself. Sometimes I just need a shove....by a bulldozer."  He features the "Sunday 160" on his blog, which is basically like a story or poem that can ONLY include 160 characters, spaces included.  I am always amazed by how much substance and humor he can cram into 160 characters.  You will definitely want to check his blog out!  Click HERE to go there.


***We will play again on WEDNESDAY, MARCH 9th & I will only take the FIRST 10 definitions.  With only 10, the votes won't be as spread out and the list will be easier to read.  As soon as I get 10, I will make another post for you to judge them & then the winner will be announced.  The plan is to begin and finish a Captcha Balderdash round in 2 days.  We had 31 really funny definitions this month.  I loved them all, but I realize (and have been told) that is a lot for anyone to read through and appreciate.  Good idea? ***


Captcha Balderdash #8: Wrap-Up & Crack Up

Look at me.  It's Valentine's Day and I'm all, "What are your top 2 favorite definitions?"  Lame, right?  Cry for my husband right now.  This is what he gets.  A wife obsessed with words and YOUR hilarious definitions.  If this is your first time to my blog, click on "Captcha Balderdash" in the navigation bar to find out what we're doing here.    Please pick your TOP TWO FAVORITE definitions in a few minutes (just tell me the numbers).  I know there are a lot of words, but please skim through them and let me know what catches your eye.


You people are sooooo funny!  Have I ever told you that?

#1 DETFORROW from Allison with Reviving The Right Brain :
"Unfortunately I had to finance a large portion of my college education. I'll be in detforrow while."
#2 CHEDN from Shell with Things I Can't Say:
What my boys accuse each other of doing when they are playing a game. "Mommy, my brother is chedn." Che- din (Okay, that's lame, but that is the word I got and when I pronounced it in my head, it sounded like cheatin')
#3 PAPPESSE from Fragrant Liar:
"When grandaddy went tranny on us, he went from Papa to Pappesse. As in, 'Pappesse, in that skanky Courtney Love frock, you are droppin' it like it's hot! What'd you do with your Johnson?' You know you wanted to know the same thing."
#4 SAMIXI from Kimberly with Rubber Chicken Madness:
SAH-mix-ee: The code word to gain entrance to the Sexaholics Anonymous meeting after-party.
#5 NOCALOG (v.) from Robyn from Life By Chocolate:
To head butt a piece of wood that proved ineffective for a beach bonfire. Boyscouts can be seen nocalogging when their marshmallows don't brown just right.
#6 NOCELOT from Kimberly with All Work & No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something:
No-cee-lot: A medical condition that derives from spending the night in someone's crappy guest bed.  "Mrs. Johnson, the knot in your neck is a direct result of a shady mattress or cot that you slept on. You have the noclecot. Take two aspirin and call me in the morning."
#7 DUCTAGG from Monkey Man:
When the duct tape on a car starts to come loose and wave in the breeze as you drive down the road. Used in a sentence: Joe Bob had a silver ductagg streaming from his car from the great repair job he had done.
#8 TINGSTA from Wendi with Wendi Aarons:
A character from the new hardcore rap remake of "The Wizard of Oz," Tingsta is part Tin Man, part hardcore gangsta. His trademark oil can is now a mini Uzi.
#9 LAW from Cokermama with Spence & Me + 3:
Fictional character. Perhaps the mother of all unbelievableness? Pretty sure "Law" is the high priestess of hillbillyness. Only my relatives (BY MARRIAGE) in East Tennessee call on her after hearing something disturbing. For example, if I were to tell them I had just eaten an entire canister of Comet or saved $100 on my car insurance by switching to Geico, their response would be: "Oh, Law!"
The 'hood equivalent of "oh-no-you-di-en". Or Alex P. Keaton's version: "I am shocked and somewhat dismayed by you".
#10 ASISUP (pronounced asses-up) from Saimi with Archie &Family:
A Hillbilly mom talking to her kids: "Get yer lazy asisup off that there couch and feed the hogs, who do you think yar anyway!"
#11 MYEMIXIC from Oilfield Trash  with Make Daddy a Sammich:
The ancient sanscrit word for mixed drink.
#12 BARTZAB from Ilana with Mommy Shorts:
If you vacation in St. Bart's, you need to prove that you have BARTZAB before they let you cavort on the beach with the likes of Paris Hilton and Gwyneth Paltrow.
#13 PLUKHALL from Yvonne with Writing My Life Away!:
Looking at my face in the mirror, I was shocked to see so it was time for the tweezers. I'm gonna plukhall them suckers!
#14 REEPERA from Lana D. with Sober, Chronic, FABULOUS:
"Hey! Youse a gonna reepera dat ting youse a broke?"
#15 JOUSEER from XLMIC with Taking It On:
A drunken slurring of the question "did you see her?" "Man, that chick was HOT!!!! JOUSEER????" (she could not have been any juicier.)
#16 CHIPSGUT with Sue from Desperate Housemommy:
(n; CHIPS-gut) That gosh-awful feeling you get 'round about 2 am after returning from a night out at da club and raiding the pantry. "Daaaaaang, Earl...I've got me the chipsgut somethin' fierce, yo. But...ummm...pass the Tostitos, homie." [Aside: I deserve extra credit for coining this term in real-time from personal experience. Hobbling off to bed clutching my chipsgut as you read this. Oy.]
#17 TWIGN from TV with TV's Take:
In a southern accent..."the other day me and the boy were out twign. Lord knows today could be the day when we hit the jackpot - the worlds biggest twig."
#18 SMETRAN from Ali with Last Splash:
I have no idea to make what I'm thinking PG13, but it's something along the lines of the trade name for the new laxative suppository that I hear Pfizer is coming out with soon.
#19 TREBERI from Missy with Wonder, Friend:
The newest flavor of yogurt at Just Yogurt! 32,000 Toppings! We Line 'Em Up Under Sneeze Guards (That Don't Really Guard Sneezes) and You Go Nuts! Or Berries! Or Cookies! Or Gummy Bears!  Treberi is their high-end, European, three-berry flavor.
#20 ELDABAT from CoftheU:
Another Hillbilly term. "Erlene! Yer never gonna grad-gee-ate iffen you don't do up all yer cypherin' and learn yer eldabat."
#21 INGESSIS from KLZ with Taming Insanity:
To eat something rancid which results in your butt exploding. "That cheese that had been left sitting out caused me some massive ingessis."
#22 PRUDDLE from MommaKiss:
A prude who made a puddle by peeing her pants. She did this after seeing myself and my husband making out on a park bench.  Pruddle.
#23 DINGIATI from Glen with Glen's Life:
The devoted followers of the local bell ringers. these dingiati hang around outside churches for hours to catch a glimpse of their favorite Campanologist. Autographs and photographs are usually taken by this swarm of persistently irritating digerazzos.
#24 FALOOSHUUU from Cheeseboy with The Blog O' Cheese:
The sound Whoopie Goldberg makes when you sit on her stomach.  MOUTHFULLADREADS - What will happen to you immediately after you sit on Whoopie Goldberg's stomach.
#25 TRELD (v) from Joey with Big Teeth and Clouds:
A sarcastic way to inform someone that you already told them something. Said with authority because you're pretty sure the person you're talking to is slow. "I treld you that already."
#26 SARCASTICLAPPING from Lightning Bugg's Butt:
When you give somebody a round of applause for doing something stupid or embarrassing.
#27 GRAVI from FabuLeslie with Give Me Paws:
Like, she totally did NOT understand the gravi of the situation.. She thought it was just some little thing that didn't matter, but it was NOT. Gravi.
ENDEBRO: Dude, did you see that guy put the endebro on him? He totally and completely knocked him OUT. I tell you what. That guy sure knows how to endebro.
#28 MARAFACT from Sparkling with Lia Sophia Tomgirl:
Example: I did hear that you were coming to spend the night. Marafact, I made up the guest room for you. (Sadly, my principal says it this way every time and I just want to DIE.)
#29 MOROI from Deborah with Fashion Plate:
Used in a sentence, "I don't want to go Urban Outfitters! I hate hanging around with all the common moroi."
#30 AMIDOLTEARS from Kristen with I'm Fine, You?:
Similar to Crocodile Tears -it occurs when you watch American Idol and get SUCKED into the sad sappy stories and find yourself crying into the couch pillows....
#31 RUGHSACHO from Erin with I'm Gonna Kill Him:
An ancient form of rugby in which streaking and keg-stands are punished by placement in a burlap sacho.  "Always looking to party, Andy could not resist removing his pants after he scored a goal, a high crime in the game of Rughsacho."

The winner (or, if it's close, the top two winners) will be announced tomorrow or Wednesday.  I will link to your blog on the Kelley's Break Room Facebook page, write about you in my next post and tweet your posts out on Twitter.  Thanks for voting!!


Captcha Balderdash #8: You know you want to play...


According to my little Captcha Balderdash tab up there that no one, including me, gives a flyin' flippin' fart about, it was time to play that word game again on Wednesday the 9th.  Because I HAD to show you pictures yesterday of Ferret Fawcett & Ferret Bueller  (I promise I'll never mention their names again), I neglected to start up another game.  If you don't know what in the bo-bo-skitty-wattin'-tottin'-boom I'm talking about, click HERE.  It WON'T explain my word choice just then (only little ladies of the 80's know that one), but it WILL explain the rules of the game.  Try to keep your definitions PG-13ish, you naughty villains you.

I will keep this post up over the weekend and will post allllll of your great definitions & their authors on Monday.  I hope everyone will play, ESPECIALLY if you've never played before.  On Monday, everyone will vote for their top 2 favorites.  The winner will get a big shout out on my blog, links to their blog (if applicable) here in the Break Room, on my Facebook page and via Twitter soon thereafter.

Sooooooooo, anyway, it is time...

To play.

Okay?

Hooray!

I mean, what the hay?

"What the hay?" is a really, really, really annoying phrase.  If you say it in my presence, I will crack an egg over your head.  Don't mess with me.  I keep fresh eggs in both palms and behind my right ear at all times.  This decision makes it really difficult to drive, eat, wash my hair, talk on the phone and juggle live chickens, but the effort is worth it not to hear "what the hay?" over and over.
Okay....GAME ON!!!

I'm going to go first.  Here's my Captcha word that I know you won't bother reading because you are too busy wondering what your Captcha word will be:

PHOUSIEW: "Phousiew, I would go ahead and drop that gun, Mister-I'mma-try-to-hold-you-up-in-broad-daylight-at-the-Jiffy-Mart.  Before you can say 'Pepto Bismol should be made into an ice cream flavor' (can I get an Amen?), I will karate chop you in the butt.  Right in the butt.  You will wonder if you sat on a sack of tacks or fell into a river full of piranhas.  That's when I'd say, THAT AIN'T NO PIRANHA, THAT WAS MY DANG FOOT KARATE CHOPPING YOU RIGHT IN THE BUTT!  So, you get one more chance before I put on my karate clothes and start to choppin'.  Phousiew, I'd listen to me real close.  I do not play.  You hear me?" (conversation I overheard between your ex and a thug)

YOUR TURN!  YOUR TURN!


Can we switch names??

I have an unhealthy obsession with all names, especially YOURS, but mostly names ending with the sound "eeeen".  I tried changing my name from Kelley to Kelley-een when I was but a wee lass, but my parents wouldn't have it.  They insisted that I keep my name because it was so unique.  I mean, seriously, do you know any other Kelleys???
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!  That's the Break Room lie detector going off.  I have about, hmmm, 6 friends named Kelley/Kelly/Kellie.  Can we switch names?  Looking for something a bit more unique... 
As I said, I LOVE hearing names that end with the SOUND "eeen".  I mean, really, there is no end to the variety.  I am always on the hunt for the latest twist to this naming pattern.  So, yesterday on Facebook and Twitter, I asked people to start rattling some off for me.  So many became my hero!!  I collected lots and lots and lots of names ending with "eeen" and created a nice little sidebar group over on the right FULL of them, but there is always room for more!  Take a look and let me know if you have any more to add to it.  I will owe you forever and will likely leave you my rubber band collection for your generosity!

In addition to my obsession with "eeen" names, I'm obsessed with renaming animals (anyone remember my manatees?) and the names people give their pets, especially if they're human names.  I asked on Facebook once if anyone had a pet with a human name.  The responses CRACKED ME UP!  My sister's friend has a dog named Steve.  This entertains me to no end.  If I were to be in the deepest darkest hour of despair and thought of that dog named Steve, I would smile, snort, giggle and teeheehee for a long time.

You can only imagine my delight when I finally had the opportunity to name my own pets.  I went to buy some new ferrets recently.  Some of you heard their names over the last few days, but have not yet been able to meet the sweet creatures.  Let me introduce you to...











FERRET FAWCETT

There was just something about her that reminded me of Farrah, but I haven't figured that out yet.  Maybe it's the nose?




AND








FERRET BUELLER


I had the name Stan picked out for this one, but when I saw him singing in the shower with his hair like that, well, you know who I thought of then.  YOU.  I also thought of Ferris, so...I went with him instead.  He's famous.  You're getting there.  It was the obvious choice.







I was going to buy this lady below, but...she kind of freaked me out.










THE FERRET GODMOTHER








BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!  That blasted alarm is going off again.  Alrightalrightalrightalright, I never bought any stinkin' ferrets.  You know if I really did, I would be picking their names out of that lovely list on the right.  Their names would probably be Rodgene and Eugene. 

I need to go get professional help, right?   On my way...


Should my mother-in-law go to jail?

I need your help.  I know you've spent lots of hours watching court TV and that is why I am coming to you.  You are also free.  I need to know...

Is the MIL breaking the law?


Let me give you the details...  If you were to stake out a spot in the lobby of your favorite movie theater this week and sit in it for about an hour or so on any evening you'd like, you might see my mother-in-law swing through the doors.  At first you'd think the nice lady with the red hair was on her way to a Tuesday night movie alone.  Suddenly a "heeeeeeeeeeeey.....wait a minute" would pop into your head.  The nice red-headed lady has got a bag.  An empty plastic bag.  Given that you don't see any duct tape, a box cutter, a Glock or a can of silly string, you breathe a sigh of relief.  Perhaps, you think, she is an avid litter collector.  She may even be nauseous and carries around her own bag, in case of an emergency, you tell yourself.

You see her approach the snack bar.  She is smiling and appears to be a friendly lady.  The scene quickly changes, however, as you see her do a lot of pointing and explaining to a teenager with his mouth flung wide open.  You begin to breathe a little faster, fumble for your phone, wildly search for the 9 and the 1 all while trying to flag down a Cinemark employee.


You can't believe it.


You thought you'd never have to see this in person.  Not this close.  You are witnessing....






















A POPCORN HIJACKING.





The nice red-headed lady, we'll call her Debbie, is clearing the place out of hot, buttered, fresh popcorn and SHE IS SHOWING NO MERCY.



She swiftly turns on her heels with the largest amount of movie theater popcorn you have ever seen in one location, outside of the corn kernel's torture chamber (more commonly known as a popcorn machine, I think).   The red-headed lady quickly scatters out of the theater's front door seconds later after casting fast glances to her left and right with this bag in her arms-->


No movie ticket was bought.

No movie was seen.

Just tons of popcorn was whisked away from the only home it has never known.  By my mother-in-law.

"Try to stop me, suckahs!!"
"I love popcorn!  SUE ME!"
After seeing a movie this weekend with her (I dressed as a large break-dancing anteater to avoid detection by people I knew), I took a picture of her with the REALLY LARGE POPCORN TUB...in the movie theater parking lot.  It is clear that Debbie does not think what she is doing is wrong.  Look at how she is laughing in the face of law enforcement.  She buys a large, refillable popcorn tub for $7, dumps it in her bag, has them refill THAT and then dumps THAT into her bag, too.  It may just be a matter of time, maybe even only a few days, when her refill requests never end.  The absolute disregard she has for people in the line behind her and their popcorn needs is almost more than I can take and is spinning wildly out of control, I'm afraid.  So callous, this one.  She is clearly NOT afraid of the slammer. 

To make things worse, it appears that I am her accomplice.  Those are MY blue-jeaned knees wedging the golden popcorn VERRRRRRRRY carefully inside the car as we made the dash with our valuable stash.


Will her popcorn hijacking ever end? 

Will her desire for movie theater popcorn ever be satiated?



WILL WE GO TO JAIL???

Help me.







***My mother-in-law is well aware of this joke and has actually read the post.  She is a wonderful, fun and loving mother, grandmother & mother-in-law and is not a lawbreaker!  Thanks for being a good sport, Debbie!  Love you!***






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