Hooped Hoochies?

There are things that one can't help but observe. Through my college years and my current tour as a bus driver, I could not help but notice some trends amoungst us females. There are 2 that are particularly concerning: perfume baths and hooped earrings.

Somehow, I think these girls don't understand what they are projecting themselves as.

To quote a coworker, "Why do these kids try to smell like French whores?!" Because they don't know how to bathe. They didn't shower  because they're lazy, but don't want to smell bad for the dude they're flirting with. It's even grosser if they don't  even try to dress up. Sorry, but no matter how much you spray, sweatpants and a greasy hair are not attractive... unless you're pursuing prostitution as a career option.

Nothing quite pulls the 'look' together like HUGE hoop earrings. I personally do not understand their appeal, but almost every hoochie I have known or met wears the largest hoops they can find. The closer the hoops are to their shoulders, the more their probable hoochiness increases.

Sad note: Most of the pregnant girls at the school still dress this way.

~ misfoijd

Snow Spasm

This week, I sprung from bed expecting the weatherman to be right. Forecast: SNOW! As far as I care, it can be cold all it wants as long as there's snow. Sadly, I woke to a dampened world of unsnowed cold. I had been hoping thoroughly for snow, but was only met with increased disappointment with the local weather people. THEY said snow; therefore, I expected snow. The weather had merely iced my vehicle forcing me to work before working.

I moped through my morning route sparing the occasional smiley facade to the boarding children. Fortunately, they shuffled by quickly.They were mostly concerned with getting to their seats where they could siphon warmth from the heaters.

After my route, I headed home to refill on warmth. The cold had nearly taken it all since I lacked cheer to warm me. Once home, I was berated by our 2 dogs for not being around to love them. I attempted to get some chores done, but was frequently interrupted by cold noses. So I let them outside to chill. Twenty minutes free of scolding and drool later, I open the back door.

SNOW!! The dogs skittered past me seeking heat as I gawked at the large flakes of snow.

There's something about big fluffy flakes of frozen water that brings out the jolly in me. All I needed was a cupcake to have the best full-on toddler glee spasm ever! You know the flailing, jumping, screaming fit of pure excitement and joy a 5-year-old has over just about anything i.e. "I just got a puppy!*flail*" or " I'm wearing my favorite color ever! *flail*"

I hopped up and down, chirping "Snow!" at the top of my lungs. I turn to tell my dogs this, but they were covered in snow so I'm sure they knew.

After being toweled off, the dogs hid in the back room while I continued to dance about the house singing songs from White Christmas (although by then Christmas was long gone). I opened the front door so I could bask in snowy glory.

It had stopped. I think the dogs did it.

~misfoijd

P.S. I had doodles, but my scanner has decided to rebel against the machine.
UPDATE: Scanner still hateful, but I was able to take a picture of one of the doodles. Enjoy!

Roaring Chickens?

One of my coworkers was telling us about an archeologist who cracked open dinosaur bones and found living tissue. According to the random coworker, the scientist said that - within a lifetime - they should be able to make dinosaurs by combining their DNA with chicken DNA (since they are believed to be the closest living relative to the dinosaurs). 

I could not control my laughter. All I could think of was:

T-Rex + Chicken = T-ken!

I pictured these creatures being only slightly bigger than most chickens and more feathery than my doodle depicts. 

When I explained why I was laughing so hard, the guy standing next to me proceeded to imitate what he thought was T-ken noises. "ROOOOOAAAAAAAAAR!......Bauk." 

I nearly fell out of my chair.

~misfoijd