Baby Got Back

As I was
wasting timeworking hard the other day I took a
two-hourquick peek through Pinterest and found some funny images I thought I'd share today. All the images are Back-related, so they all kind of stood out to me and forced inspired this blog post, which I gladly share for your Friday amusement.

Saggy Back

Hairy Back

Bad Ass

Ass Crack

These could also be called, What Not to Wear in Public, I should think. I mean, it's like a car accident. You can't NOT look. You don't want to. But you HAVE to.

Now that I've given you a reason or two to chuckle, or to question your faith in humanity, feel free to get back to work or what not. And have a good weekend. :)

Creative Advertising for Dummies

OK, I just want to preface this post by saying that I am not a dummy. I'm an educated woman--and I have over $70K in student loan debt to prove it (and will gladly accept donations in my never-ending quest to pay off that debt before I die--though that is far from likely to happen).

Anyhoots, point is, I'm not stupid. But I do have those moments where I just wanna kick myself in my highly educated ass.

Case in point: spent the day shopping in Fort Wayne on Saturday with the Hubs for our 29th anniversary weekend. And as we were driving around, I saw a gas station with gas prices that appeared to be over 20 cents cheaper per gallon than what they were back at home. Gas was $3.69 when I'd looked Friday evening at home. And the price on the sign at the FW gas station appeared to be $3.42 a gallon for Unleaded, and then $3.57 for the mid-grade.

(Notice that I've said 'appeared to be' twice now?)

So it seemed a good idea, since we had less than half a tank of gas, to just go ahead and fill up so we could save over 20 cents a gallon by doing so.

It appeared to be the logical thing to do.

So we stop at that gas station and as the Hubs starts to pump the gas, I run into the store to grab an overpriced beverage. And upon my return, the Hubs sees me and says, "you should read that sign again...carefully." And so I do, and then I see the problem. Can you see it?

See the problem there? The $3.42 price is NOT the price of regular unleaded by itself--no, it is the price if you also buy a Car Wash. Now seriously, that is some creative advertising. But...

Granted, the people of Fort Wayne are probably onto this gas station's tricks, so this kind of creative advertising isn't for the locals; it is for us dummies from out of town, who will drive by and happen to see that $3.42 price at the top and ASSume that is price of unleaded gas, and then be stupid enough to start pumping before we realize our mistake. And interestingly enough, there was another gas station right across the street from this one, with the same exact type of advertising tactic going on. But nowhere else in FW did we see this happening. So clearly, the one gas station did it, and then the guy across the street said, 'dammit, why didn't I think of that?!,' and decided he should start screwing the out-of-towners too!

Seriously? I mean, come on. You can screw with me in a lot of ways and I'll just let it go. But in this day and age, when filling up a gas tank costs about the same as going to the doctor, this kind of screw-the-consumer tactic is just beyond unacceptable. It is...

Consider me schooled though. I learned my lesson and will pay a lot closer attention to gas station price signs from this point forward. But as for you 'creative advertisers...'

Or maybe not so quietly.

WTF IS That

I think this WTF Wednesday moment will speak for itself. :)

Also could be categorized as one of those Things That Make You Say Hmmm. LOL

Awkward Moment Meme Mania

I decided to start of the week with some 'Awkward Moment'-themed Meme Mania. It's a good way to inspire a smile without having to think to hard on a Monday. :) You know how it is. Hope you enjoy!

That is just a wee bit creepy.

And that was taken in a grocery store. Or more probably, Wal Mart. Can I just say...

Um...

Enjoy your meme-filled Monday, y'all.

My Friday Confessions 6-14

Time once again for another rendition of My Friday Confessions. I know you wait for these with baited breath, so let's get to it!

1.  I think 80's hair is cool. 80's hair really gets a bad rap, in my opinion. I think it was the height of coolness, like, literally. OK, well maybe not Flock-Of-Seagulls-Cool.

But definitely a Madonna or a Janet Jackson 80's hair kind of cool.

Seriously, what is wrong with that hair? There are a lot of things that should have stayed in the 80s--like shoulder pads...or neon colors. But 80's hair? I think not. Bring on the big bangs and the hair that reaches to Heaven. Even Jersey girls can appreciate that.

2.  If I'm doing a Google image search and a random penis shows up in the search results, I enlarge the photo to view it full size. Let me just say that I don't go around Googling penises. I'm married, after all, so I can see a penis any time I want to. But if one happens to pop up in Google images when I'm searching for something else--as penises are occasionally known to do--then, well, I'll be damned if I'm not going to enlarge the photo and have a peek. If you can't be a semi-anonymous man-parts voyeur on Google, then what is the point of the Internet?

3.  I have an irrational hate for the word, 'splice.' Let's face it, one day someone decided that the words 'split' and 'slice' should hook up. And that became like, a thing, that then became a word. And some words are just annoying. 'Splice' is an annoying word, dammit. It just is. Because it is.

4.  People who write 'should of' when they mean 'should have' annoy the crap out of me. Get your grammar together, people.

5.  And speaking of penises, I'm tormented by the inexplicable existence of vampire erections. I'm a Twilight fan. And I'm an
obsessedaddict where The Vampire Diaries is concerned. Can you blame me?

But even though I am fully capable of suspending disbelief for every hour of TVD that I watch, because of, um, the reasons clearly displayed in the photo above, I am still confused by the notion that vampires can have, you know, erections. I'm happy to keep pondering it though, as long as the vampire eye candy continues to keep me...compelled.

Now I think I'm going to go ponder this further...perhaps on Google.

What an Elephant Wants...

It's (Semi) Wordless Wednesday, folks, and you know what that means.

That's right. Gratuitous elephant photo.

I don't know about you, but that guy in the black muscle shirt seems to be enjoying this just a wee bit too much. Shouldn't the elephant be the one smiling?

You gotta give props to the elephant though. He saw what he wanted and just decided, to hell with this trek thru the jungle with morons on my back business, I want the Mrs, RIGHT NOW. And what an elephant wants...an elephant is gonna get.

I'm Not Sleeping

Do you have one of these in your living room?

If you do, then I'm guessing you also have one of these:

This is NOT my Hubs, but you get the idea.

Picture this, if you will, which is a fairly regular conversation between The Hubs and Me.

It's 9:30 or 10pm at night. The Hubs is in his recliner and I'm on the couch, when I hear his breathing change--a telltale sign that he has fallen asleep, yet again.

Me: John

Hubs: *breathing and not responding*

Me: (louder this time) JOHN

Hubs: *still breathing and not responding*

Me: (louder still) JOHN!

Hubs: What? What the? What?

Me: You were sleeping.

Hubs: No I wasn't.

Me: Yes, you were. I called your name three times. Three. Times.

Hubs: Whatever, I heard everything.

Me: Um, OK. Why don't you go to bed?

Hubs: *glances at clock*  It's too early to go to bed.

Me: But you were sleeping.

Hubs: Whatever. No I wasn't.

Me: Whatever. Yes, you were. Why can't you just admit you are tired and go to bed?

Hubs: It's too early to go to bed. If I go to bed now I'll be up at 4am.

Me: What is the difference between sleeping in your chair and sleeping in bed?

Hubs: It's not the same thing, and I wasn't sleeping.

Me: It IS the same thing--the only difference is in the geography. You were sleeping. If you're tired just go to bed.

Hubs: Whatever. I wasn't sleeping.

Me:

Until the next time he falls asleep in the chair.

Punishing the Boss

The Hubs just got back from a 3-hour class a bit ago, and I figured, hey, why not use it as fodder for my blog ramblings. It seems only the Tinalicious thing to do.

Anyhoots, the class the Hubs went to was the result of one his employees being a careless idiot--like, a year ago--and cutting his hand while on the job. And see, this makes perfect sense, does it not? Careless idiot cuts his hand, so his boss is required by Workers Comp laws in Ohio to attend a class.

WTH?

And that's not even the best part. I mean, aside from the fact that this careless idiot no longer even works for the Hubs, which should, in my opinion, negate the need for the Hubs to attend some sort of class caused by someone else's carelessness, but the class the Hubs attended makes no sense.

It was a CPR class.

A CPR CLASS?

Yes, a CPR class.

I hate to sound like a broken record
unless it makes for good blogging,but um, WTH?

So let me get this straight.

1. Former employee cuts hand--like, a year ago.

2. The Hubs, as the employer, is required to take a class. A CPR class.

3. Careless former employee has to do...NOTHING.

Seriously, only in America.

80's Meme Mania

Well, I decided that since I did an 80's Flashback Friday, I'd start off the week with a bit of 80's inspired Meme Mania. Who wouldn't want to start off the week back in the 80's, am I right?

You're welcome.

Like, totally.