Your Move, Internet

Just a little meme for your Semi-Wordless Wednesday, peeps.

Dude. I know. It's either hilarious, or just stupid enough to be funny. I'm still debating it.

Reality Check 80s Style

As a former teen of the 80's, I've gotta visit The 80's once in awhile, so for today's Semi-Wordless Wednesday I thought we'd go 80's at the same time.

Now put on some Madonna, grab some leg warmers, and lets kick this Hump Day's ass, 80's style!

Dreamcatchers Meme

I found a funny meme last night that I want to share for your Semi-Wordless Wednesday. Something to chase those nightmares away.

I now return you to your regularly scheduled Hump Day.

Twice Around the Block

Just a quick post for your Semi-Wordless Wednesday--before it's too late and it's actually Thursday! Very few words necessary, to be sure. It's self-explanatory.

See? My new workouts are a piece of cake. I'll be losing weight in no time.

My Daily Workouts Meme

Since I'm trying to eat right and do daily workouts in my attempt to lose One Calorie At a Time, I thought I'd create a little meme to share with you today. And it will work for your Semi-Wordless Wednesday too. :)

Semi-Wordless 80's Wednesday

The 80's.

What can I say about the 80's? Well, you know what they say: a picture is worth a thousand words. So...

It wasn't a perfect decade by any means. 

But it had E.T.

And Back to the Future.

And Pac Man.

And California Raisins commercials
And Princess Diana's wedding.

And "Who Shot J.R.?" T-Shirts.

And legwarmers.

And an MTV that actually played music videos.

And Michael Jackson.

The 80's rocked.

WTF Wednesday Yuck

For your WTF and Semi-Wordless Wednesday.

The scary part is...this doesn't even look Photoshopped.

And now I'm speechless.

Happy, um, hump day.

Star Trek LOL

It's Wednesday.

Which means I have to use as few words as possible in order to maintain my Semi-Wordless Wednesday status.

But you know, sometimes you just have to live on the edge, just a little tiny bit, don'tcha think, don'tcha?!

Anyhoots...I feel like a laugh is in order today. So...brace yourselves.

You're welcome.

Vintage Ads and LOLs

I thought I'd post some vintage ads for your (Semi) Wordless Wednesday.

They made me LOL.

No, seriously.

I mean, come on. That crap is hilarious.

Just stuck-in-the-shameless-sexist-golden-days-of-advertising-freaking hilarious.

Although, I must admit, that second ad did transport me to a 50 Shades of Grey kind of moment. And when my brain goes to 50 Shades of Grey, it also immediately and inexplicably goes to Ian Somerhalder.

If you've read 50 Shades, and if you love Ian Somerhalder and soooo want him to be Christian Grey like I do, certainly you understand what I'm saying. Right, Betty?

OK, leave it to me to turn a post about vintage ads into one about 50 Shades of Grey. What can I say? It's a gift. Unlike my gift of being able to create a (Semi) Wordless Wednesday post with relatively few words.

Clearly I need some help in that area.

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.

Color Me Orange

Time for another Semi-Wordless Wednesday post. So let's get right to it, shall we?

Tan Much?

Best Bathing Suit Ever

OK, here's the conundrum.

I love the water and the beach. LOVE it. But I don't wear a bathing suit. Like, EVER. If you saw me you'd understand why I'm a little less than enthusiastic about strutting around half naked in attire that is only legal because it's called a "bathing suit."

Seriously, why is a bathing suit OK but underwear is NOT? Think about it. They're basically the same thing. Their function is the same--to cover up your girly bits, ample or otherwise. The only thing different is what they're called: Underwear vs. Bathing Suit. I'll never understand that. Especially considering a lot of women wear underwear that covers more of their girly bits, ample or otherwise, than their bathing suit ever could.

But anyhoots, despite my ample protests about never wearing a bathing suit for the rest of my entire life and then some, I think I've found one bathing suit that every plus-sized gal with body issues could enjoy. See for yourself.

Now that is really kind of brilliant, don'tcha think?

While I still don't see a bathing suit covering my girly bits, ample or otherwise, any time in the foreseeable future, the one in that pic made me smile today. So had to share it with you.

Not Quite Ghost

OK, so I still have a cold. And I'm surfing through Tumblr (yes, I have 2 more blogs on Tumblr!) in search of reasons to laugh. As they say, laughter is the best medicine, right? Didn't take long to find a reason to laugh either. And since it did kind of make me say WTF when I first saw it, I figured it would work perfectly for WTF Wednesday too.

I dare you not to laugh.

Not quite Ghost, now is it? But so funny.

I feel better already.

Pooch's Revenge

Just a cute little addition to my Meme Mania category, which is also appropriate for (Semi) Wordless Wednesday.

Some days really do go to the dogs, don't they?

Goin to Wal Mart, Grab the Leash for Jr.

I know you're all excited for WTF Wednesday...or maybe even (Semi) Wordless Wednesday. In either case, I got you, bro. [Did I just say "bro?" I'm watching too much Jersey Shore.]

I never really grasped the concept of the put-your-kid-on-a-leash mentality, but even if I did, the crawling on all fours in Wal Mart is just a bit much. But his mom sure seems to be enjoying it. One has to wonder if she'll enjoy it as much when the kid cuts his hand on something on that germ-covered floor, and then mom has to kiss the boo-boo on his germ-covered hand, resulting in the whole family coming down with a stomach virus (or worse), all because that kid is wearing a leash. Smart thinking. ;)

The Vomit Rocket

Semi-Wordless Wednesday is upon once again. I love finding new images to share for this feature. Sometimes as I'm surfing I just happen upon something that is absolutely perfect. Either it literally made me LOL. Or it made me say Ewwww. Case in point...

This photo makes me appreciate s0mething very important: that I don't ride rollercoasters! I feel so sorry for the person on the receiving end of that puke-fest. And somehow I think that the two guys behind them on the vomit rocket fared only slightly better. I'm sorry, but if someone vomited all over me like that, I would have a difficult time not punching them in the face as soon as we were back on solid ground. Gross.

Wardrobe Malfunction

This Semi-Wordless Wednesday post truly doesn't need many words. See for yourself.

I just love a good wardrobe malfunction, don't you? I'll give him 9.0 for the dive. And 10.0 for the ass.

Shame on You, Chewy

Time for another Semi-Wordless Wednesday...flashback style...

I knew Chewbacca was a perv.

The Brazillian

Time for yet another frightening edition of Semi-Wordless Wednesday, gang.

I think my post title is self-explanatory. But for those that need the visual, the photo speaks for itself too.

On a side note, no, I have never had a Brazillian. And no, I will never have one. The only hair I want removed is that annoying crap above my lip that I pluck every other day.

I have only one thing left to say, and it seems appropriate to say it in photo form.

Naked at Lowes

OK this is going to work for both (Semi) Wordless Wednesday and WTF Wednesday. Pay close attention to the woman behind the counter...if you dare. When You See It...Oh my.

Have you figured it out yet...I mean, after you closed your mouth and stopped scratching your head saying WTF? At first glance, this Lowes employee appears to be naked. But she's not. She's actually a dark-skinned woman...wearing light, flesh-colored, skin-tight leggings.

The obvious question, of course, is WHY?

Once again, proof positive that retail stores need to clearly spell out--and enforce--their dress codes. Sheesh.