Welcome to Shit I Found Saturdays, Pranksters!
Every week, I try to find some awesome shit around the ‘net to show you because, well, I feel sorta guilty for the whole “whinging about my divorce” crap.
Everyone needs a good laugh now and again.
This week, I’m dedicating my Saturday to the wonderful people of Band Back Together who have supported me, picked me up, dusted me off, and made me whole again; reminding me that truly, none of us are alone.
Shit That’s Awesome:
I won an award. No, scratch that. I didn’t win this alone. My wonderful team of volunteers, our brave groups of writers and supporters, we won this award. To any of you who’ve read, lurked, commented, volunteered, written, or supported Band Back Together, we won this.
I sincerely hope that each of you reading these words know that you’re always welcome to write your stories of darkness and light, to drag your skeletons from the closet, and remind ourselves of one simple fact:
Everyone has a story. Please tell us yours.
Shit I Read:
Just A Fever (bring tissues)
Shit I Wrote:
Amelia Has A Temper. SURPRISE TO NO ONE.
Shit I Did:
Shit That’s Hilarious:
via Perez Hilton
Shit I Listened To:
How was YOUR week, Pranksters?
Because, I’ll be honest, until this afternoon, mine has been awful. Just a hard week.
Next week, though, will be better.
Summer’s drawing to an end which means exactly one thing: I’ve completely lost my sunglasses. I do this each year, without fail. I’m guessing it’s the house gnomes but that seems a bit flippant even for me. Let’s just go with “I misplace things” like “my pants” and “my wallet” a lot of the time. In fact, I’m considering plastering my neighborhood and YOUR milk carton with “HAVE YOU SEEN ME” signs, but since I lost the paper to the printer, which seems to hate me anyway, I’m just going to have to go outside wearing a sandwich board. Perhaps I can ring the BELLS OF DOOM and signal the END OF TIMES while I’m at it.
I lose sunglasses and with my migraines in full death mode (starting to suspect it MAY be a brain tumor, but I’m not about to go in and get diagnosed. I need a brain tumor like… I need a brain tumor), I need sunglasses. Also a vicodin chip cookie, but that’s neither here nor there.
Which is why I was particularly lucky to find out that Sunglasses Hut wanted to give me (ME) a new pair of shades. SHOCKING. Apparently they missed the memo where I was all, “Um, I lose stuffs. Lots,” which worked out in my favor. Because I got these:
Well, not the website because that would be weird. Like SUPER weird. I need another website like I need…I don’t need another website. Heh.
Anyway, the sunglasses are super cute.
They come in this rad holder, WHICH I SHOULD STAPLE TO MY HAND SO I STOP LOSING SUNGLASSES.
It’s actually a nice hot pink, but I thought the bubble wrap really made the picture look special.
And my favorite touches are always the small ones:
It never hurts to be reminded that someone, somewhere loves you.
So if you want to win a pair of these shades, shown eloquently here:
Wanna win a pair of these fabulous shades? OF COURSE YOU DO. You got lots of chances (just make sure to comment separately for each):
1) Leave a comment telling me something hilarious.
3) Be my FB BFF
4) Tweet about this contest.
5) Follow me on The Twitters.
...by my bitch Kathryn
I’m off at a field trip today (no seriously, I do that shit sometimes. I know, what the nuts?). I should say this instead: I’m PROBABLY, if no one dies of bubonic plague or some shit, off to play with farm animals with my middle son. At least, that’s what I’m doing if I can figure out when and where this thing is going on. I think that parenting map needs to say something on the Chicago area that says something like, “Probably on a Field Trip or Dying of the Lurgy,” because hey, that’s what I do.
And as a thank you for putting up with my ass, Pranksters, but I’ve got a stellar giveaway going on tomorrow. Why? WHY NOT?
Also – who wants to meet me in VEGAS, baby? Because OMG I need a vacation – from LIFE.
We SO need to do this – Prankster vacation FOR THE WIN! (it kinda killed me not
P.S. How are YOU doing, Pranksters? Got anything hilarious going on?
P.P.S. I wrote about shit not to spend your cash on. Should probably include something about NOT going to Vegas when you’re SUPPOSEDLY moving out, but you know what? It’s Vegas. VEGAS BABY!
P.P.P.S. This should also go to show you the NEED for me to learn to be frugal. *hangs head*