Showing posts with label Shit stories are funny unless they happen to you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shit stories are funny unless they happen to you. Show all posts

Monday, June 28, 2010

I've got a new shitter!

While I was in Des Moines all weekend for a wonderful baby shower hosted by my gorgeous and generous friends and sister, Wade was back home working on installing the new bathroom tile floor. Originally we thought that if he started first thing Saturday morning he could have it done and the toilet back in on Sunday night by the time I got home. Unfortunately that was not the case. This called for an impromptu one night longer stay for me in Des Moines b/c a pregnant woman cannot be in a house without a toilet. That would be HORRIBLE.

So I drove home this morning bright and early and went into work for the afternoon while Wade finished up on installing the toilet so that I wouldn't have to freak out about where I was going to pee every 30 minutes when I got home. And he just texted me this...
LOVE it! Do you remember the 'before' pic? If not, I'll remind you...

This is one millionty times better! I am so excited! Now we just need to get the faucet in and the new mirror and lights and we are SET! Wade is such a great handyman. I'm a lucky lady.

xoxo~

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Bird Shit & Weekly Want-it's!

A little late is better than never right? Wade and I got home Sunday night, unloaded the van and started putting all of our Christmas presents away and unpacking when I notice what appears to be bird shit on our kitchen knife set.

I thought that was very weird so I started scouring the entire house and what do I find? Little mini bird shits all over the place. On our kitchen floor and bar, on our family room rug, on the office carpet, upstairs on the railing and curtains… But after Wade searched the house high and low, no bird was found. So I can only guess that the little birdie somehow found its way into our house through the crawl space, had itself one hell of a good time shitting all over everything and then somehow found it’s way back out. Unless it is dead somewhere in our house (please pray that I do not find a dead bird somewhere b/c I will freak the fuck out).

Anyway, so this post is late b/c I did not have any time to get it put together Sunday night and I had ladies night last night so of course I wasn’t going to get to it then. Sorry. I hope you all had a great Christmas vacation. I know we did. But I am exhausted from all the driving!

Now, onto my weekly want-it’s!
L.A.M.B. Ruffle Front Jacket
White House Black Market Grey Twist Dress

Salvatore Ferragamo Angelo Satchel


Michael Kors Zuma Satchel

L.A.M.B. Jamila Peep Toe Pumps


Kate Spade Senora Shell Necklace

Jimmy Choo Mona Tote


Cole Haan Village Satchel

Now for Sexy Party time. This one is pink and sweet at the same time as it is sexy. DKNY Simply Pretty

My WTF item this week is pretty ugly if you ask me. Would any of you wear these? I know I wouldn’t! Candela Mesh Lace Oxfords

Monday, February 16, 2009

Colonoscopies are Full of Shit

A forward I received that was too funny not to post. I've yet to experience this joy in life (thank God!!) but if you have please feel free to share your thoughts on this momentous occasion in life.
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If you have ever had a colonoscopy you will appreciate this humor, and if you have not had one, look what you have to look forward to! LOL and Enjoy this is from news hound Dave Barry's
colonoscopy journal:

I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!'

I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America's enemies. I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically
water, only with less flavor.

Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric
system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon. The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by
somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground. MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently.
You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.

After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.

At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.

Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this is, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.

When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular
procedure, 'Dancing Queen' had to be the least appropriate. 'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me. 'Ha ha,' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like. I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.

On the subject of Colonoscopies...Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous..... A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:

1. 'Take it easy, Doc. You're boldly going where no man has gone before!
2. 'Find Amelia Earhart yet?
3. 'Can you hear me NOW?'
4. 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'
5. 'You know, in Arkansas , we're now legally married.'
6. 'Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?'
7. 'You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out...'
8. 'Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!'
9. 'If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!
10. 'Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.'
11. 'You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?'
And the best one of all.
13. 'Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up
there?'

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Talk About A Crappy Ride!

I received this in an email, it is supposedly a post that was on Craigslist (although I have not taken the time to verify it's authenticity, I just thought it was funny so I thought I'd share).
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To the woman that crapped in my car. (NE Portland)

We met on Craigslist so I am hoping that this post finds you. I know that it could quite possibly be the most humiliating first date that you have ever been on, but I am willing to look past that.

I thought we had chemistry sitting at McMenamins sharing that basket of Cajun Tots while drinking the Terminator Stout. I really felt like there was a connection there. I found you to be intelligent and witty and looked forward to further conversation with you.

At some point in life, everyone has gambled on a fart and lost. It just happened to be on a first date in the passenger seat of my car. Please don't feel bad. The package I sent you with Pepto the next day and the note that said "First dates are always a crap shoot. Call me" was meant to be funny, not offensive.

I have gambled on a fart and lost on multiple occasions. The first time I did it was very memorable. It happened when I was five and sitting on my uncle's lap. I am lactose intolerant, but love cheese. I probably win 95% of the time, but I don't think anyone wins 100% of the time. That's why they call it "gambling". I'm the last person to judge you for crapping your pants. In fact, I am impressed by your boldness. The timing on the other hand, could have been a tad bit better...like when you're not sitting on a heated leather seat...

What I am trying to say is that if you want to go out again, I would be more than happy to take you someplace where we can get a meal that is high in fiber and less taxing on the digestive tract.

I await your call,
Tad

P.S. - If you shat yourself on purpose to end the evening early. Touché.
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This guy has got to get an award for most understanding or something. If Wade shat himself on our 1st date I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be willing to give him a 2nd. Is that harsh?