Posts tagged "humor"
It’s no secret that I have a soft spot for unicorns. They are, after all, the only UNI thing thats not gross (uni-boob, uni-brow).
I’m really letting down my guard here, this is the most nerdy quality I have. Proof…
Sad. To contribute to this, my intern-ly bff Rachel sent me a great cartoon, “Ten Reasons it Would Rule to Date A Unicorn.” Here is my favorite clip… follow the link to see the whole cartoon. Power to all the mystical beasts in the world.
The Confirmation Question is prevalent in most everyone’s life. Whether you realize it’s frequency or not is another story. My curiousity about and adoration for The Confirmation Question really arose from my brother’s failure to follow the unwritten rule of this question — answer it.
Let me elaborate a bit. My brother calls the confirmation question, “a stupid question”, which really consists of questions like…
Me: ”Are you really wearing shorts today?”
Him: “No, they’re pants. They’re just invisible from the knees down.”
Me: “Did you tie that tie all by yourself?”
Him: “No, the tie fairies came and tied it.”
Being a sass and sarcasm lover myself, I appreciate his humor but his answers to these Confirmation Questions have really made me look at how often we ask something just to ask it. And this goes beyond people just loving to hear themselves talk (with a few exceptions, obviously.) It’s away we express disbelief (Wow, is it really snowing?) or attempt to make people second guess themselves. But it’s also a conversation starter (or continuer)…by continuer I mean, when someone says something that you really have nothing to respond with you BAM throw The Confirmation Question in their face and they’ll continue to elaborate. Not sure it really comes in handy when you’re trying to get people to shut up.
I plan to embrace The Confirmation Question (in moderation). If it makes you feel better, confirm away people.
If I had all the money in the world, I would make Minkee blankets for all the people I love. This confirms my theory that I am aging at 5x the rate of the rest of my peers. While they are at the bars, I’m at home sewing blankets. Rep the Grandma status.
If I eventually ran out of people to make blankets for, I would spend the rest of my money on coffee table books. How entertaining would it be to have the following connection in your living room….
Essential topics: Dirty (sexual, potty humor, and otherwise), insightful, photography, humourus, inspiring.
And for your weird old friend that still likes babies dressed as vegetables…an Anne Geddes tribute.
- Jeggings (Jean Leggings) - No, I’m not referring to the ultimate comfortable, stretchy, skinniest-skinny jean. I’m talking about literal leggings that are denim print…with fake pockets. The pants that call attention to your butt because they are so tight. First the guys say DAMN and then they say hell no, no butt should look like that in jeans.
- Astroturf - Grass that doesn’t make your knees green but BURNS you.
- Hair Extensions - I feel guilty that I cannot distinguish between extensions and real hair. Sneaky.
- Hybrid Tahoe - Oxymoron…no matter what you say.
- Non-alcoholic beer - The most wannabe beverage on the market.
Two things I love about the airport:
1. How much love exists here
2. Looking at people’s socks as they go through security
I hate to reference the infamous Love Actually quote from the opening scene “When I’m feeling gloomy with the state of the world I think about the arrivals gate at Hethrow Airport…”, but it really speaks volumes about our human race and the power of Love. Seeing two people be reunited at the airport is so moving—it proves that despite the daily differences two people might encounter, a reunion is so sweet and genuine. It’s also the one place where people disregard the crowds around them and feel free to show whatever level of affection they are capable of.
Someday, I want to sit at the top of the escalator at DIA where passengers are first greeted by their waiting families/lovers/boss’/etc. A compilation of these encounters would make for a great book…(maybe more interesting than a book about the secret lives of people who work at the DMV?)
Socks are really interesting. Three things I feel about socks on a day to day basis: 1. You should never waste time matching your socks. 2: Socks make me feel vulnerable. 3. Maybe that’s because mine never match. Anyway…back to socks at the airport. When do you get to see a large amount of people in their socks? I really do hate and don’t understand the point of taking off your shoes before you go through security… but I secretly love TSA for giving me the opportunity to see so many shoe-less people all at once.
Your socks say a lot about who you are. If you’re a business man, they are thin socks and dark colored sometimes with beveled lines in them. If you’re a cool business man, they might be green and orange argyle socks. If you’re my brother, they are dirty socks that are a few years old. If you’re a cyclist, your socks go a little higher than they should but not high enough to look like nerdy dad socks. If you’re Hugh Hefner’s girlfriend, they are knee high socks that look so bad on you they are more distracting than your fake boobs.
Unfortunately. I saw no interesting socks at the airport today. But nonetheless, it made me realize that socks speak volumes about who we are and I am definitely going to be more thoughtful when I pick out my socks in the morning.