This made me laugh so hard.
On one hand, I feel bad for the Puglie. My dogs hate it when you laugh at them. They take it very personally and sometimes sulk for a long time while facing a corner.
On the other, I would probably document this too. But only if I was sure she wasn't going to jump out and run all over the house while I looked for the camera. (ew!)
Of all the places that a dog can get into... seriously?? A toilet??
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Touch the rainbow cat
Maximize the video.
Put your finger on it and touch the rainbow!
I bet you'll want to move it.. but don't!
hahaha
Put your finger on it and touch the rainbow!
I bet you'll want to move it.. but don't!
hahaha
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Sometimes people are funny
I think it's hilarious that someone went through the effort of making a poster like this :)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Turn it off!!
I left the oven on the other day. All night. My husband then told me that I could've burned the apartment down, all the while putting on his best impression of my father.
My dad was very insistent on turning everything off while I was growing up. He still is, but I don't hear him anymore since I no longer live with him. He has a mantra that he practically chants on his way out the door: "Make sure you turn off and unplug everything. And turn down the heat. Make sure the doors are locked. Did you turn off the curling iron??"
We have to unplug everything because appliances will blow up. Heat is expensive. We will be home invaded, tied to chairs, tortured, and shot if the doors aren't locked. As for the curling iron... that is something we haven't done in maybe 10-15 years, so I don't know why it's on the list.
He does have a point in some cases. There was a rash of violent home invasions in our general area several years ago. Also, gas prices are soaring, so why not save on the heating bill? He and my mother do insist that they've known people who's TV exploded. I'm not sure if they remember their names or not, but it happened!
His fear of fire has probably been honed by my sister and the few days of torture that she put him through when we first moved into our new house 12 years ago. My sister was not yet fully trusted with stove top elements or the big oven, so my dad compromised and bought a toaster oven. Not much damage you can do with those things, right? The day after he bought it, I was sitting on the couch when my dad started yelling in the kitchen. Suddenly he ran by holding the toaster oven over his head, flames blazing out of it. He somehow managed to get the back door open and flung it out onto the snow-covered deck. We then watched it in silence as it finished burning the remnants of the taco shells my sister had been "browning". He then ranted and raved a bit, before returning it to the store and telling them it was defective.
Fast-forward to the next day. My sister must've had another craving for toasty taco shells because she was at it again. And once again it was flung out into the snow in a dramatic fashion. One more "defective" toaster oven was returned to the store, and my sister was at once banned from using it without his supervision.
Poor dad. The stresses involved with having kids.
For the record, I may have left the oven on overnight, but last week my husband left a giant candle burning overnight. There was little left of it in the morning and somehow it didn't burn through the tabletop. Which one's worse??
My dad was very insistent on turning everything off while I was growing up. He still is, but I don't hear him anymore since I no longer live with him. He has a mantra that he practically chants on his way out the door: "Make sure you turn off and unplug everything. And turn down the heat. Make sure the doors are locked. Did you turn off the curling iron??"
We have to unplug everything because appliances will blow up. Heat is expensive. We will be home invaded, tied to chairs, tortured, and shot if the doors aren't locked. As for the curling iron... that is something we haven't done in maybe 10-15 years, so I don't know why it's on the list.
He does have a point in some cases. There was a rash of violent home invasions in our general area several years ago. Also, gas prices are soaring, so why not save on the heating bill? He and my mother do insist that they've known people who's TV exploded. I'm not sure if they remember their names or not, but it happened!
His fear of fire has probably been honed by my sister and the few days of torture that she put him through when we first moved into our new house 12 years ago. My sister was not yet fully trusted with stove top elements or the big oven, so my dad compromised and bought a toaster oven. Not much damage you can do with those things, right? The day after he bought it, I was sitting on the couch when my dad started yelling in the kitchen. Suddenly he ran by holding the toaster oven over his head, flames blazing out of it. He somehow managed to get the back door open and flung it out onto the snow-covered deck. We then watched it in silence as it finished burning the remnants of the taco shells my sister had been "browning". He then ranted and raved a bit, before returning it to the store and telling them it was defective.
Fast-forward to the next day. My sister must've had another craving for toasty taco shells because she was at it again. And once again it was flung out into the snow in a dramatic fashion. One more "defective" toaster oven was returned to the store, and my sister was at once banned from using it without his supervision.
Poor dad. The stresses involved with having kids.
For the record, I may have left the oven on overnight, but last week my husband left a giant candle burning overnight. There was little left of it in the morning and somehow it didn't burn through the tabletop. Which one's worse??
Friday, October 8, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
A blast from the past - aicha aicha
I remember when I thought this video was the coolest thing ever :)
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
True Story: Gatorade-flavoured Toilet Water
So earlier this week, I noticed a flyer in the elevator. It meant nothing to me (being all in Korean) so I made a mental note to ask Maria when I saw her. As usual, my mental notes are usually lost in the mix.
A couple days ago.. we were getting ready for bed and Maria mentioned that she saw the flyer in the elevator. Apparently the water was going to be gone from 8am the next morning to 8am the day after.. 24 hours without water. And she had JUST noticed it when she got home. Soooo.. we did a quick tally of our water supply.. enough spring water for drinking, a couple pots of water for washing our faces and brushing our teeth, we both took a shower.. and that was the extent of our planning. So the next day, we go to work, and come back home. Never thinking about the lack of water at home.
Soooo.. we get home and had one of those "OH YA!!" moments. And I had to go pee. (I was kicking myself for not having gone at the school) So I asked Maria where the nearest public showers were.. she had no idea. So I said "well.. I really have to go, so I'm going to use our last toilet flush". She jumps up.. runs into the bathroom, and FLUSHES THE TOILET! "Watch!" We both watch in silence as the bowl empties.. and stays empty. After a few seconds.. she sheepishly looks at me.. "oops.." lol. She flushed away my toilet water because she thought the water pressure would refill it.. like in a house. I politely reminded her that we were on the 5th floor.. hahahahaha.
What to do??? Why... try to fill the bowl up with a 2L bottle of nasty gatorade, of course. That filled it up about 1/6th of the way.. so.. only one thing left to do. We grabbed a large bag, filled it with a bunch of empty 2L bottles and went to the hospital. We felt like thieves.. we snuck in.. and we stole the water. (and I used the washroom.. evil) Then we ran out with our pilfered water, giggling... and to make the best of it.. it's not even drinkable! ARGH! We stole toilet water!!
A couple days ago.. we were getting ready for bed and Maria mentioned that she saw the flyer in the elevator. Apparently the water was going to be gone from 8am the next morning to 8am the day after.. 24 hours without water. And she had JUST noticed it when she got home. Soooo.. we did a quick tally of our water supply.. enough spring water for drinking, a couple pots of water for washing our faces and brushing our teeth, we both took a shower.. and that was the extent of our planning. So the next day, we go to work, and come back home. Never thinking about the lack of water at home.
Soooo.. we get home and had one of those "OH YA!!" moments. And I had to go pee. (I was kicking myself for not having gone at the school) So I asked Maria where the nearest public showers were.. she had no idea. So I said "well.. I really have to go, so I'm going to use our last toilet flush". She jumps up.. runs into the bathroom, and FLUSHES THE TOILET! "Watch!" We both watch in silence as the bowl empties.. and stays empty. After a few seconds.. she sheepishly looks at me.. "oops.." lol. She flushed away my toilet water because she thought the water pressure would refill it.. like in a house. I politely reminded her that we were on the 5th floor.. hahahahaha.
What to do??? Why... try to fill the bowl up with a 2L bottle of nasty gatorade, of course. That filled it up about 1/6th of the way.. so.. only one thing left to do. We grabbed a large bag, filled it with a bunch of empty 2L bottles and went to the hospital. We felt like thieves.. we snuck in.. and we stole the water. (and I used the washroom.. evil) Then we ran out with our pilfered water, giggling... and to make the best of it.. it's not even drinkable! ARGH! We stole toilet water!!
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