Tuesday, May 26, 2009

life lesson #1,068

wax museums are creepy regardless of your age.

they are creepy when you're five, twelve, and twenty-six.

no matter how innocuous and innocent the wax figures may be, it will always seem as if their eyes are following you, or they are lying in wait to chase you down the hall and into the mirror maze to attack you with one of their "for display purposes only" weapons.


Monday, May 18, 2009

el cumpleaños de mí padre.

my dad's birthday was earlier this month, so in typical duessa form i made him a cake:

here's daddy posing with his cake:

for his present, my sister and i got him a camping trip. we went to cooper lake in sulphur springs.

the area was really pretty.

the first day there we did a little fishing. it was stank hot and the fish weren't biting, but it was fun.

back at the campsite, we had a fire-pit.

so we decided to toast marshmallows. here are our marshmallows awaiting their destiny...

and the finished product:
i have never before seen my father eat a marshmallow. until that day:

our fire went out just as dusk fell upon us.

the next morning, we schlepped back over to the fishing pier to drop some more lines.

again, the fishing SUCKED. but, we did manage to catch a couple little guys (and by little i mean TINY).

we finished up fishing just as a swarm of children descended upon the pier and a storm started brewing.

all in all, camping wasn't that bad.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

aporkalypse now. apparently.

so pig fever is upon us. it was very serious, then not. the media drove us all into a panic with non-stop coverage and "hey guys, it's the end of the world" broadcasts. the media sucks.

being the "i can find humor in everything" person that i am, i couldn't help but appreciate the gallows humor that came out of the not-so-pandemic pandemic.

here are a few little treats i've encountered:

and last but not least, my favorite (courtesy of my best friend):
lest you not be able to read the small print, it says: "As the two friends wandered through the snow on their way home, Piglet grinned to himself, thinking how lucky he was to have a best friend like Pooh. Pooh thought to himself: "If the pig sneezes, he's fuckin' dead.""