While I was out getting new tires this is what I saw:
Now just what is the Michelin Man actually doing here? Is he REALLY trying to sell me some tires…!? really. I think he has just gotten tired of the whole roll-y polly-y tire thing and has taken a different approach….
(I keep hearing the WB frog song playing in my head when I see this)…
You do you Michelin Man….I ain’t mad cha 
My laugh for the day…(week)
Man its times like these I really miss being home.
Java (my sis’ lab) really enjoying himself in the snow.
Bro K and Java digging out …to go where I don’t know.
That is some good snow ball fighting snow there. I would love to play some football in that.
K & Java
:SIGH: what I wouldn’t do for a flake or two
the day February 5th & 
Washington, DC was the place and my mom was in labor since February 3rd with none other than ME. I was breech, pushing upwards and not trying to come out…AT ALL…the MD’s had to turn me from being breech, which according to her, was quite painful but she did not want a c-section.
So after much hard laboring and a lot of pushing at 3:43pm February 5th out I came…SCREAMING, all 8 lbs. 9 oz. of me 
I was the perfect baby according to mommie(and a cutie I must say) and also the reason she said that she was finished having kids. I was the best thing and the worst labor she ever had. As they say …I broke the mold.
I was loved from the moment she knew she was pregnant and adored by family and friends once I came into the world.
I enjoy my birthday every year, it’s so special and it’s a reminder that on this day my family waited in anticipation for me to be born and to let me know just how much I’m loved. And I still feel that on this day, I was this great gift that my family waited nine months to open. I cherish this day, the moments, the memories of childhood, family and hearing my birth story every year…I hear the joy in my parents voices when they talk about that day as if they were reliving it at that moment. I see that look as if I were their new born again and that’s a great feeling…truely a great feeling.
The tradition in this family is that you aren’t called until the moment you were born, so I don’t hear from my mommie or daddy until 3:43pm and of course my sister calls to say that I don’t exist yet and I was actually found on the church steps…she’s such a mean-y (that’s another story to come about me being found and really not related to this family …funny).
I love this day!!!! 
to ME!!
I’m gonna straight hurt Punxsutawney Phil talking ’bout some 6 more weeks of winter.
this video is graphic and will open your eyes.
Ok so looking at the color scheme here I have decided that I am not just black …no-no no, I don’t know anyone that I could say is pure black in color. I have seen some medium ebony and even some contour I’s but not just black.
So a co-worker and I have decided that when referring to someone we will use the color scheme above.
“He did ya see that guy with the low waist pants on…?”
“Why no, which one…?”
“The warn honey guy with the hat”
This could be fun…
A must see…
My Birthday MONTH….yes I celebrate the entire month of February. At this very moment, 40 years ago, my mommie was very pregnant with me wishing like hell I was out and not in. I spoke with her this morning and she said and I quote:
“I was absolutely miserable at this point in my pregnancy“
Image being miserable with me…I am such a joy .
SOoo… the count down is on… it’s 9 days until February 5th. tick tock…
who said 40 was old…I’m just getting started.
Correction:
Oops!…41 years ago my mom was preggo…my math is totally off or I am in denial about turning 41
So here I sit at my desk minding my business and ….BAM! I’m hit…dazed and confused…down for the count…out of commission…
With what you ask…?
the pure and utter FUNK of this guys breath. A.N.D… I think it got in my mouth while I was inhaling….ewwwwwww I’m gonna be sick.
How does he not smell that, doesn’t he know his mouth smells like something is rotten along with ass with a hint of slop…!? He has to know …right!?
Is this a test? torture? a voodoo curse!!? WTH?
I am literally holding my breath trying not to breathe…I….may…pass…out (gasp!)
Why does he have to exhale…!? 8 hours of this is gonna take me out…seriously.
Who! Who I ask, walks around with a smell like that and not know it’s them. I mean e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e you go you smell the same smell ALL THE TIME and you’re clueless? really?
yOu’d think one would think “is.that.me…!!??”
If I had a hint that my breath was under- the-weather I would IMMEDIATELY take action by; whipping out the toothbrush, paste, mint-y mouthwash and some chewy freshness afterwards just to be ü.ü.b.e.r certain that I caught it all.
Umph! you won’t catch me with a mouth full of funk..smelling like I tripped, slipped & fell in some shit!.
My mommie always told me “If you can smell it so can everybody else…so fix it”
I offered gum but he says…with a smile ”Oh thanks but no thanks, I’m good” (like hell you are) and in that sentence alone the horror of the smell just crept from his mouth and into the air like a dense fog that lingered for moments….I regretted offering at that very second.
He needs a priest.
it’s days like this when I wish for a head cold…:SIGH: 
mepookiesan