Phone calls I got in my twenties: “Hi! This is Stacey. Wanna hang out this weekend?”

Phone calls I get in my thirties: “Hello. This is your doctor’s office. It’s time to schedule a colonoscopy.”

Adulthood is fab.

The husband brought home Oreo creme filled Chips Ahoy and Cookie dough filled Oreos. I’ve tried questioning his logic. He stands firmly by his choices.

The husband brought home Oreo creme filled Chips Ahoy and Cookie dough filled Oreos.

I’ve tried questioning his logic. He stands firmly by his choices.

Sadness: Knowing that no matter how amazing my survival skills are, I won’t live through the coming zombie apocalypse because I’ll be screwed the moment my prescription medications run out.

I’m a hearthstone, baby. Touch me, and I’ll take you home.

I’m a hearthstone, baby. Touch me, and I’ll take you home.

My wonderful, sweet corgi, Gizmo, crossed the rainbow bridge very recently at the age of 14. He’d been my dog for only six years, but had been my husband’s dog since he (my husband) was 16 years old - nearly half his life. He never liked belly rubs, but he would be your best friend for some ear scritches or a baby carrot. He was a good boy and is very loved and very missed.My sugar gliders used to like to jump on his back when we weren’t looking (He was either too thick-furred to notice, or too old to care), so after he passed, my husband requested a portrait of him as our sugar gliders’ noble steed. As you can probably tell, I am no professional, but I think it’s a nice tribute.Love you, Gizzy.

My wonderful, sweet corgi, Gizmo, crossed the rainbow bridge very recently at the age of 14. He’d been my dog for only six years, but had been my husband’s dog since he (my husband) was 16 years old - nearly half his life. He never liked belly rubs, but he would be your best friend for some ear scritches or a baby carrot. He was a good boy and is very loved and very missed.

My sugar gliders used to like to jump on his back when we weren’t looking (He was either too thick-furred to notice, or too old to care), so after he passed, my husband requested a portrait of him as our sugar gliders’ noble steed. As you can probably tell, I am no professional, but I think it’s a nice tribute.

Love you, Gizzy.

Does anyone on here work at Barnes & Noble or know someone who does? I am desperately trying to get my hands on the Kevin Eastman Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles display sign for my husband. I’ve called around to every store within a 2 hour radius and they’ve all been claimed. :( Please let me know if you can help in my quest!

Good news, Magneto bunny.

Good news, Magneto bunny.

A post I made about a trillion years ago (Internet years) has been circulating again with some less than nice commentary attached. Much of which were some very incorrect assumptions about me and my beliefs. I had this whole civil, well-composed rebuttal in my head that I hoped people would read and understand why I had made the original post.

But then I was like, “Nah.”

See, I spent a lot of my life thinking that I had to make everyone like me, that everyone needed to think I was a nice person. I’d give my all and beg for forgiveness and try harder and…

There’s just no pleasing some people.

I finally thought to myself one day, “Self, some other person is mad and you and probably doesn’t like you very much right now. But that’s okay because you get mad at people and sometimes you don’t like them very much either.”

If I ever post some problematic stuff on my blog, feel free to call me out on it and I will do my best to rectify the situation. In fact, I’ve already addressed the aforementioned post once already. Otherwise, if the post going around now (No, I’m not linking to it.) is the worst thing I ever post on this blog, so be it. If a bunch of random strangers on the Internet have to think of me as something, I would much prefer that something to be “brainless” rather than “asshole.”

I made this blog to share interesting stuff and maybe bring a smile to some faces. So if that old post brought you here, I want you to know I never meant to start any arguments. Henceforth, this blog shall continue to be nothing but harmless pictures and observations about life, because the last thing I want to do is offend anybody.

I’m doing some Interwebs detective work and hoping the good people of tumblr can help. I’m trying to find the name of an animated film for my brother-in-law.

All he can remember is that it was in English and the main charachters were a washed-up superhero and a talking dog who could transform into different things (dragons, helicopter-type mechanicals, etc.), and they had to go into a castle for some reason.



Does anyone have any idea what this might be?

I just ordered a bunch of new toys from glidergirlstoyshop for the furkids.
Who has 2 thumbs and is the best mom? Dis chick.