Industrious, no?

My pal Kim saw this and posted it on Facebook, tagging me for the blog. I love when people send me this stuff. I haven't been as fast on the shutter lately and have missed lots of funny things on the road.

Kim said "This guy is pulling a lawn mower with the grass catcher in his milk crate. ... FYI the only thing in this area of town is where the interstates cross and a bunch of resturants, oh and a Walmart. So, I figure he was making a Run for the Boarder (Taco Bell) and then to Walmart. I've seen many milk crates filled with beer"
Quite honestly, I'm just a tad surprised there isn't a passenger on the lawnmower, hitching a ride with him to the store.
What? there's room for one.

Brought & Paid For

well, there are few words needed here.
Grammar = FAIL
(click the picture for a closer look)

Foot Funk

The only reason I can come up with is her feet smell really bad from sitting up at the soccer field so many hours in this blazing Florida heat.

This from Kristina:

Are you flippin' serious!? Yep, this "person" was driving down US1 with her foot hanging out the driver side window. To my motorcycle people: please be careful, there are asswipes everywhere.

Hell froze in New Orleans

I was trolling Crackbook and one of my board buddies posted this picture.




















(it says "They must be wearing coats in hell. GO SAINTS!")

redneck payload

A friend who works at Home Depot sent this to my husband. The caption in the message was simply "classic redneck leaving home depot!"
This happens A LOT there apparently. The vehicle:a small pickup (ie: Ranger, S-10, Isuzu Hombre) with a small bed.
They just drove past a much larger Home Depot rental vehicle.
In the bed of the truck?
That is two PALLETS of concrete mix. Those are bags of powdered material you mix with water to make concrete. One bag weighs between 30 and 60 pounds, depending on the brand etc. I estimate each pallet has about 50 bags on it. Just the low estimate would be well over 1500 pounds each pallet. There's at least 3,000 pounds on the truck. Even a regular full size truck like a Silverado or F150 would struggle with this weight.

But that's a redneck for you.
"Nawp we'll git it in one trip. I ain't rentin' thayr truck when I got mah own. And I ain't wastin' time and gas makin' two trips neither."
They're very obviously bad at math and science.

Think outside the name

The crackbook junkie that I am, I was online while I waited for the baby to go back to sleep. I actually caught my aunt online. I was chatting with her and she said she had a funny story to tell me. She told me and I insisted she get a copy of the receipt to me. Through the magic of facebook, she obliged, and I am able to entertain you here with this case of WTF-ness.

In her words: "went to tacobell tonite for dinner and you give your first name for meal pick up when you order inside,right, well i gave my name as rita cause that is my name,right, it is spelled rita, so this guy calls my name i pick up the order and glance down at the receipt and see that he has written RHEE-duh"

In case you need a translation from my overworked aunt's extensive run-on sentence: She went to Taco Bell and when you place your order inside they ask your first name for pickup. (Like they do at Starbucks). She gets her food, looks down at her receipt and sees that he's grossly misspelled her name. He in fact, he OVER spelled it. She didn't spell her name for this guy, so he spelled it phonetically. I'm sure my Grandmere was just pleased as punch to learn her daughter's name was spelled wrong all this time. What's even funnier is my cousin works for another Taco Bell store a few miles away from this one.

Poor taco guy. He worked overtime on that one and didn't get any extra pay for it.

fun party tricks

I only gave this post the title I did because the individual I encountered at dinner was such a good sport and had a great sense of humor about things. She was out with friends and just having a good time. Then I entered the picture. I was futzing with my camera trying to get a picture of my FIL and my uncooperative son. I heard my oldest son say "oh grossss" and the gaggle of people at the next table burst out laughing. One of them apologized saying "oops, I forgot there was a family eating behind me." Well little did he realize we are not the easily offended type of clan. He was taking a picture of this:


I asked the woman if I could post a picture on my blog and she was ok with it. It wasn't till I snapped the picture that I realized wait...she's lacking a digit, not double jointed like my son thought. I asked if it was a birth defect, and she said it was, and it's called ectrodactyly. She said it was genetic and other relatives had it as well. I used google and wasn't thrilled with the results, but then again, I'm hardly thrilled with anything I get from there of late.
I left her the blog address in case she wanted to see what I said. First off, I was made fun of as a kid, so I'm sure she was too, hence her apparent (and I could be totally wrong here) thick skin. Second, I was interested in any other information or stories about her unusual gift that she might be willing to share. Yes, we're usually snarky and poke fun at things. And any time we do that it's well deserved. But this was just so cool looking that I wanted to share it with our readers.