Not Today, Corona Virus, Not Today

One of the dangers of being an elementary school teacher is Germs. That is Germs, with a capital G! There are so many bugs going around our school right now. Thankfully, we just had 2 snow days in a row, so we are all getting a break from all those nasties that keep getting passed around. But I just went to the doctor today, thanks to my second sinus infection in two months. So I have not truly escaped those pesky little buggers. And boogers, as the case may be.

But as I was sitting here sneezing and trying to breathe through an annoyingly plugged nose, my sister shared a Baby Yoda meme with me that I could not resist sharing with you. Considering all the illness going around, and all the panic about that stupid Corona Virus, I think my sister's timing was excellent. And I mean, who doesn't love Baby Yoda?!

So if you're healthy at the moment, best of luck escaping all the yuck that is making the rounds across the planet. Whether it's a cold, influenza, a sinus infection, a stomach bug, or anything else...take care of yourself. And you know, wash your hands maybe.

Outlander Crossover

Outlander is one of my all time favorite shows. But I love me some Baby Yoda too. A crossover could totally not work, don't you think?! [Wink, wink.] Oh well. It's a fun idea though. Just something for a laugh as I trudge through Droughtlander. 

Badass, Epic, and Beautiful MJ Monday

One of my readers, a Michael Jackson fan like myself, requested that I do another MJ Monday post, since it's been awhile since I've done one. So, Miranda, this is for you.

Badass Michael

Epic Lip-Biting Michael

Beautiful Michael

Enjoy your Monday!

Damonlicious

In my fervent quest to keep my favorite immortal, Damon Salvatore, alive forever--only a couple of weeks away from the premiere of the final season of The Vampire Diaries--I'm doing my best to bring back my favorite memes, digital art, and images of the show. So what could be more perfect than a few memes and images dedicated to the sexiest Salvatore? 

Ask, and ye shall receive.

And for your patience, here is your shirtless Damon reward.

Or maybe it's more like...

And let's not forget that eye thing he does...

Or the Damon Dance Party

Or his little bits of Damon wisdom...

And let's be real: if he asked me to...

He is perfectly Damonlicious.

(Not that it matters).

Oh and,

Am I obsessed? Maybe a little. But guess what?

Pondering the End of Shirtless Damon

Most of you know that I'm a big obsessed fan of The Vampire Diaries. When I discovered that show on Netflix in about 2010 I didn't really think I'd like it. But I was hooked before the end of the first episode. 

And now that the series is going to be coming to an end after this coming season, I thought I'd share some of my favorite TVD memes and digital photos/art with you, and maybe create a few more along the way through this season.

For this blog post, we're going to walk down the Shirtless Damon Memory Lane. Because let's face it: no matter what the reason is that you love TVD, you gotta rank Shirtless Damon somewhere near the top of that list. So here are a few of my favorite memes that I've made that feature my favorite shirtless Salvatore brother.

And my personal favorite...

The official TVD page on Facebook just featured that meme today--and not gonna lie, it made me smile. :)

As a bonus, just in case you need to see Shirtless Damon in action, here's an animated gif for you as well. 

So that is my tribute to Shirtless Damon. More TVD memes, moments, and memories to come as I follow the end of one of my favorite shows of all time for its final season. 

WTF Wednesday - Cake Fail

So what happens when a little girl requests a birthday cake from a local grocery store bakery, one that she wants to look like a doll in a dress?

WTF, man?! You had one job. Now see what you've done.

On the plus side, at least it gave me something for your WTF Wednesday post. :)

Tom Hiddleston

Is anyone else Hiddlestoned? You know, part of the Tom Hiddleston fangirl army?!

Maybe it's because I have a thing for gingers (the Hubs is a ginger, after all, and my favorite one). Maybe it's because he's British. Maybe it's just because he's increeeeddddiiiibbbbblllllyyyy sexy. And sweet. And smart. I mean, what's not to love?

He loves Shakespeare. 

His fave TV show is Fawlty Towers. 

He can play a mean game of table tennis. 

He loves to read.

And he knows how to dance.

Anyhoots, I'm crushing on Hiddles lately. And I'm not ashamed.

I even created a board for Hiddles on Pinterest. Because, you know...

So feel free to give me a shout out if you're in the Hiddlestoners Army too. Us fangirls gotta stick together.

Less Talkin More Walken

What's better than Christopher Walken?

Christopher Walken Dance Party.

And you know...

 

Now go ahead. Get down with your bad self. 

This gif from RSVLTS.com

I Blame the Y Chromosome

Why oh why is it that men don't seem to be able to find anything in the house without help? They'll look for something and look for something, but it's amazingly never to be found. That is, of course, until the woman of the house walks right in and finds it.

I can recall numerous instances of the Hubs and Me involved in this exact type of scenario. He asks me where something is, I tell him where it is, he "looks" for a bit, but he never seems to be able to find it. Then I'll walk right in and find whatever it is in no time. This happens at home on a semi-regular basis, but it also happens when we're at a store looking for something.

I used to think it was just the Hubs--but then I saw other men do it too. Like, a LOT. And one time when my grandson was at the store with us, he couldn't find something that was right in front of him--and the Hubs couldn't find it either.

That's pretty much when I figured it out: It's a man thing. Yep. Absolutely a problem affixed to the male of our species. And I totally blame the Y Chromosome. Clearly it messes up their radar. Or their vision. Or both.

Just the other night the Hubs couldn't find a certain pair of shorts he has. I asked him why he wasn't wearing them and he said he "couldn't find them." It went kind of like this...

Me: Did you look for them? I mean, really LOOK?

Hubs: Yes, I looked. Where could they be?

Me: They can only be in your dresser or on the shelf in your closet--it's one or the other.

Hubs: I looked both of those places.

Me: So what do I get when I walk in there and find them?

Hubs: *shrugs*

Me: *walks to bedroom, checks closet, no shorts. Looks on shelf in closet--bingo, there they are.*

Me: Found 'em.

Hubs: Where were they?!

Me: Right on top of the shelf in your closet, plain as day.

Hubs: I looked there.

Me: Obviously.

And all of this really has me wondering too, could it be the Y Chromosome that also makes men unable to ask for directions when they're lost? Perhaps it's also the reason that men don't seem to notice when the toilet paper roll needs to be changed--or why they can walk past a sink full of dirty dishes or a pile of dirty clothes, seemingly oblivious to the vast amount of household real estate they occupy, even when they are directly in front of it? 

Hmmm. A lot of men can't seem to find a woman's G-Spot either. Coincidence?

 

Yeah, until proven otherwise, I blame the Y Chromosome.

Things I Don't Understand-the Saga Continues

I had originally planned to come on here and rant a bit about something. But then that turned into a couple of somethings. And then I just decided that perhaps my rantics would be better suited to a Things I Don't Understand post. And since I haven't posted in awhile (which has nothing at all to do with laziness, I assure you), I bet you are simply chomping at the bit to read all about my daily confusion, aren't you?

So I don't want to keep you waiting any longer. Off we go with list of many things I do not understand...

Why the pump thingamajig (it's a word, I know it's a word, you can't tell me that it's not a word) in my bath products is never long enough to reach the bottom of the bottle. In the name of all that is good and Holy, why oh freaking why isn't the pump thingamajig long enough to reach the bottom? Do they really want us to have to remove the pump thingamajig every single time we need to get shampoo or conditioner out of the bottom of the bottle and shake it out?! Or maybe they just have not yet heard of quality control. Or maybe, just maybe, they really want us to just get so pissed while we're in the shower that we throw the bottle away and buy a new one? Yeah, that sounds about right. For the same reasons they want us to Lather, Rinse, and Repeat: TO MAKE MONEY. Capitalism, at its finest.

Twist ties on bread bags. What genius decided that it is a good idea to close a bag of bread or buns with a wired tie that you have to repeatedly twist, or untwist as the case may be, to get it open or closed. It's. Not. Fun. Like, at all. And you don't even know what fun is until you go to defrost a bag of buns in the microwave, conveniently forgetting that there is a metal twist tie on said bag of buns. And need I say it? It does not play nicely whilst in the microwave.

And speaking of microwaves, I do not understand why sometimes...

Morning People. Seriously. Just stop.

Why the post office lies. At least sometimes. I found a "Final Notice" in my mailbox the other day, for a registered mail small package. That wouldn't be so surprising if I'd actually ever gotten ANY prior notices before the "Final" one. And I watched the mailman put the notice in my box and then walk away--while I was home. Did he knock at the door? No. So I called the post office and asked how this could be--how could I be getting a "Final Notice" on something when I'd NEVER gotten any prior notices?! Their reply? "You should have gotten two prior notices." And yet, I didn't. Even though I was home every day prior to that, following the notice I'd seen online a week earlier showing that my package was "out for delivery." Hmmm. 

And if I hadn't called the P.O. at 4:45pm--only moments after I'd witnessed the mailman putting the "Final Notice" in my box and walking away without knocking--my package would have been returned to its sender the very next day. Yet the post office continued to repeat that I "should have" gotten two prior notices. Yeah well, I DIDN'T! Nor did I receive any knocks on the door when those two prior notices were supposedly delivered to request my signature. 

Advanced Quantum Mechanics. Just sayin.

Why anyone would have the desire to become a proctologist. Does it pay the most or something?

And finally, why some people are obsessed with Damon Salvatore/Ian Somerhalder.

I mean, some people are really obsessed with this gorgeous man and his hotness and acting abilities. No one I know, course. But there are people. You know. Just people. Typing this. Out there.

Yeah, so, the confusion continues. Carry on.

31 Things About Me

If you know me, you know that I'm an artist as well as a wannabe funny blogger. [Check out my ArtChickStudio.com blog, if you're interested. :) ] As an artist, I follow many art/artist blogs, one of them being the Willowing blog, by Tam Laporte. Tam recently did a post that included 31 things about herself that her readers may not not know, and she invited us to do the same and link up our post to her blog.

So in true Tinalicious spirit, and my ever-present need to babble, I thought I'd share with you 31 things about me that you may not know. And if you do know, just play along, K? It'll be a hoot. OK, maybe a hoot is setting an unrealistic expectation, but let's just roll with it, shall we?

1.  I hate short pens. Hate them! When my husband leaves one on the counter I throw it away when he's not looking. I don't know what to tell you. I need full sized pens!

2.  I can't stand brass. On anything. Not light fixtures. Not door knobs or hinges. And especially not faucets. As we remodeled our (1890) house over the years, all signs of brass were unceremoniously removed. Who decided brass was cool anyway? Brass is ugly. I'm sorry. It just is.

3.  I don't like shoes that must be tied. I want slip-on shoes, no matter the season. It's not even about laziness. I just don't like shoelaces.

4.  I need bifocals in the worst way, but I know they're expensive, so I keep putting off getting them. And as a result I have to take off my glasses or look out over the top of them to read fine print, or to see anything up close. It's embarrassing. Like it's not bad enough I'm nearsighted and have worn regular glasses since the 3rd grade--now I need bifocals too?! 

(Jack understands.)

5.  I am still trying to fill the void that was left when LOST when off the air. Vampire Diaries helps. So does Game of Thrones. And Downton. But dude, they're not LOST.

6.  And speaking of voids, I really want there to be a FRIENDS reunion show. I miss my FRIENDS. Know what I mean?

7.  I hate purple. Sorry, Barney.

8.  I'm an artist, and yet I've never sold any of my actual artwork. Hmm.

9.  I kind of want a tattoo, but I hate needles. Alas, I'll probably never get one for that reason.

10.  I worked at a McDonald's once in high school. It was the worst two weeks of my life.

11.  I don't have a favorite color. And the colors I do like seem to change every few years.

12.  My favorite perfume is Clinique's Happy. My second favorite is Rapture, by Victoria's Secret. Those are the only two perfumes I wear.

13.  I like my coffee like I like my Hubs: strong and hot. ;)

14.  I named my daughter after a soap opera character, Jennifer (Jenny) Gardner on All My Children, which I was addicted to in the 80's. I also just loved that name. 

15.  I'm not afraid to say the F-Word when I feel it's appropriate. My grandfather was a sailor. I proudly take after him.

16.  The first book that ever made me cry was called, The Devil in Vienna, by Doris Orgel. I read that was I was 12 years old. 

17.  The first movie that ever made me cry was Bambi, which I watched in the back of a station wagon with my grandparents at a drive-in movie theater when I was little.

18.  People that don't tip wait-staff well (or not at all) really tick me off. I've been a waitress. My mother was a waitress at one time. They don't even make minimum wage. Freaking tip them if you get good service!

19.  When I was little, when I'd get upset, I used to sit in my closet and pretend it was a way to transport me to another world. And no, I'd never even read the Chronicles of Narnia.

20.  I think penises are ugly. But don't tell the Hubs.

21.  Sometimes I like to use the word, penis, just to make sure you're paying attention.

22.  I'm addicted to art supplies. And office supplies.

23.  I seriously want to meet Ian Somerhalder. Granted, I may have mentioned this once or twice before.

24.  I really dislike summer and I spend much of it indoors. If it's not humid, and not over 80 degrees, I'll gladly go outside. But otherwise, forget it. I'm a Spring and Fall kind of girl.

25.  I'm very computer and tech-savvy, which doesn't make a lot of sense, considering how right-brained I am. 

25.  I seriously dislike liars, and if you're gonna lie to my face, I'm more than likely gonna call you on it, or just walk away in disgust.

26.  I think weather forecasting is a bit of a joke. They can't really forecast the weather accurately, at least not more than a few hours at a time. Yet people watch the weather and believe it like it's fool-proof. And then they get mad when its' not.

27.  I've seen UFO's. I'm not kidding.

28.  I had an avocado for lunch. I frequently have an avocado for lunch.

29.  I wish there was a pill I could take to make my fingernails stop growing. I keep them short, and I hate cutting them all the time. It drives me nuts.

30.  I love my family more than anything.

31.  I think writing lists of 31 things about one's self is much more difficult than it looks.

There now. Don't you feel like you really, really know me?!

Things I Don't Understand 1-24

It's time to purge again, folks...to unburden myself from the random and yet utterly annoying Things I Don't Understand as I encounter them in my day-to-day life. So pull up a chair, if you're not in one already, and let's have a little looksee, shall we?

People who park their carts at the store in the middle of the aisle, then walk to look at stuff on one side of the aisle, effectively blocking all traffic in either direction until they're finished. I mean, seriously? Why must they do this? WHY?! I swear sometimes I just wanna ram my cart into their cart so freaking bad and scream as I get past them, "just take your cart with you, for the love of God!" 

Parents who let their children turn around and stare at you while you're eating in a restaurant. Yeah, your child might be cute and all, but do I want to stare at him/her while I'm trying to eat? No. There's this thing called manners. You should maybe learn them and then share them with your child. Just sayin.

Men whose jeans are way too tight. Because. Ew. And because you really might want your sperm at some point later on.

People the Hubs who watch certain movies Transformers over and over and over again and yet complain when you want to watch a movie that you've seen before. If I want to watch Pitch Perfect for the 24th time, then the person who's seen Transformers 37 times should not be asking, "haven't we seen this before?"

Rampant misuse of the apostrophe. My big pet peeve here is when people put an apostrophe on plural words. It's maddening, I tell you, simply maddening. So hopefully this will help those of you out, who are sometimes in doubt, about how to use an apostrophe.

And lastly, I really do not understand telemarketers. In this day and age, with all of our technological wonders, why can we not put an end to telemarketing? It baffles me. And I have a personal and poignant message to the select callers that seem to call my home repeatedly, either daily or multiple times per week:

That's all the things I don't understand for this week, folks. Have a fab weekend. :)