The Day the Teddy Bears Have Their Super Bowl

Dear Friends,
It's that time of year again... Super Bowl.
Oh, man, and is it ever gonna be a doozie! To tell the truth, I don't really follow football until I know who's winning and may go to the big game. I happen to live in a city who's got the fever... "Bear" fever that is. That's right, for those of you who don't know (or care) the Chicago Bears are in. And boy, I can't wait 'til Sunday! Mostly because of all the damn media coverage will be over! I mean EVERY DAY, there is an onslaught of coverage of NOTHING! If one of the Chicago Bears' piss comes out clear, I have to hear about it--in the morning when I wake 'til the late in the evening. It's ridiculous. I even heard someone on the morning show today say they were getting a bit tired of it. I'm thinking plenty tired is more like it. Dear God... Imagine what it will be like if they WIN. Sweet Jeebus, forget about trying to go to work on Monday. I know people who already have taken that day off. I heard one business owner gave his employees the day off on Monday so they could come back "refreshed and ready to serve customers". I wish I had that privilege for Martin Luther King Day.
"Sorry. I got really hammered celebrating Dr. King's Birthday. I won't be coming in on Monday." Yeah, right.
I know many Chicagoans are really excited about it because they haven't been to a Bowl game in 21 years, but COME ON... it's just not that serious.
I do have a bit of a bias, being originally form Detroit, the Lions have never been to a Super Bowl. So I keep praying for that shining day when they won't out-and-out suck.
I, of course, will watch the game mostly for the ads. Being a girl and a design-oriented person, I tend to lean closer to the commercialism side of the Super Bowl. One of my coworkers says the season really ended the last game of the Playoffs, so the Super Bowl is nothing but a big commercial. Bring it on, I say. They just better be good.
You have no idea how nuts this city is over the Bears. There is Bears paraphernalia everywhere. I've included some pictures also. You can see how crazy Chicago has gone with this stuff. It's amazing how the city has turned into one big idiot.
(by the way *cough*, "go Bears")
You can also read this hilarious article about the 'Monsters of the Midway' in the Onion. There always making fun of people, like me... I love 'em!

See you after the game.

Today is "Dress Your Pet Day". Yay.

Pets.
They enrich our lives. They comfort us when were sad. They even occasionally rescue or protect us from danger.
So why, oh why, would we disgrace our noble animals with clothes??
I'm not talking about the little booties you put on their paws to protect them from snow and ice, or even the little sweaters when it's particularly cold and they need to take a piss out back. I'm talking about needless things. Glasses. Hats. Bow ties. Anything that has words on it written in rhinestone. And above all... costumes.
My friends, these are not little humans. Oh no. They are meant to be companions, not Barbie Funtime Dress-Up Dolls. Experts even say they are to be treated like they are a part of a pack, in which you are the leader. What leader makes you wear a cheerleading outfit? A cheerleader, that's who! If you want a doll you can get dozens of undignified ridiculous outfits for, fine, be my guest. Hell, I'd rather you even have a kid to do it to. They can at least talk back to you when they get to a certain age. But these poor things can't even verbalize what asses they feel like in that cute little red number you picked up the other day. It's degrading. Would you want your mother dressing you up in nutty outfits for her own entertainment? Maybe she did, but that's your bag. DO NOT take it out on your pet. It's not his fault. Every dog or cat or parakeet I've seen in those things, looks up at me with those big ol' eyes of his and thinks, "Why are they doing this to me? Do you enjoy this? Is this what you do to someone who licks your face when you come home or brings you your slippers and evening paper?"
Okay, maybe they don't say all that, but if they could they certainly would. So, all's I'm sayin' is, think about what you're doing to your pets self-esteem before you put those coconuts and hula skirt on him (and YES, I've seen it). He and his friends will thank you for it. And if you want, buy the grass skirt for yourself.

If you or someone you love enjoy this horrible annual holiday, I do apologize. But it is worthy of an i ❤ idiots award, nonetheless. You could get e-cards to commemorate this momentus event here. I also included some pictures which illustrate my point. Look how she hangs her head in shame... And he's completely clueless...

B.T.W.-- January 28th is National Kazoo Day. Don't even get me started...

the original idiot

Hello everybody!!
(okay, the two of you who happened to stumble upon this blog...)

I'm very excited to introduce myself to the World Wide Web as an emphatic wacko.
I enjoy laughing at people. I won't deny it. It says so in my little blurb at the head of the page. I'm not gonna lie, I'll laugh at you too if you do something dumb.
So in conclusion, again I say, WELCOME! I will try to post great things I find absolutely re-god-dam-diculous at least once a week and give a little bit of commentary to boot. If it's not funny or at least worth a chuckle, sorry. It's Jeff's fault... he's the one who encouraged this to take place. Blame him.
So to start here's my first installment, hopefully of many, of a stupid, stupid idiot. If you haven't seen this yet, it is highly enjoyable (if not just plain weird). I guarantee it. If you ever need to rinse out your brain, I recommend this product. Just please, don't use soap!

The Brain Washer...

P.S.- When I wanted to find a mascot of sorts for this page through Google Images, I typed in "idiot". Guess who's face popped up quite a few times in my search. Good Ol' G. Dubs, no less. Go figure...