It's my-y way or the high-y-way?!

Suzie, who has recently come up with her own brilliant idea for a blog, sent in this fabulous sign from Brampton, Ontario.

Sadly, Suzie reports that the sign was corrected after about a month, but we're happy to record it here for posterity . . .

Thanks, Suzie!!!

nothing makes me happier

than a new "ho-made" sign!

A special thanks to Nicholas R, who says, "My family and I are inclined to believe that Bea must have an army of hoes in the back of her store making products, sweatshop style."

Ho, the inhumanity . . .

maybe it's just me

Andrew W found this at The Angry Inch (a bar?) in Washington, D.C.
Hmm . . . not only do I not quite "get it", but I am not even sure I want to know!

Since I was just in NYC . . .

I thought I would share this "homemade car alarm" that Clarissa sent me a while back.

I heart New York! Thanks, Clarissa!

need a painter? army veteran? umbrella?

All this for $12? Wow. That's a bargain.

Thanks to Andrew W, who also has no idea what this guy is trying to say!

intil when?

Yes, this is me being lazy post-vacation--but here's another good one that someone else found . . . that's all you'll get intil I can get back to posting my own!

Thanks, Walter P!

now THAT'S appetizing

yes, I've been delinquent as of late. I was in NYC over the weekend, trying to eavesdrop on as many conversations as I could and capturing misuse of quotation marks . . . yeesh. you'd think I'd worry about my OWN blog, huh?

anyway, Mike passed on this gem to me--an ad for a large, heated . . . well, you'll just have to go there and find out!!!

thanks, Mike . . . and don't worry. I didn't want to eat dinner tonight anyway . . .

Free Range Children

I am losing my grip . . . not on the free range children, mind you, but on remembering who might have sent this my way. I have been through all of my e-mails, and can't locate it.

If you identify yourself, I will be happy to credit you. This one is so fabulous that, had I not lost the contributor's name, I wouldn't have needed to say a single word about it . . .

Quality indeed!

Karen B spotted this wonderful, "quality" item. I like the pride of ownership evidenced by the employee's willingness to sign his or her initials! (in what appears to be blue highlighter, no less!)

the joy of plumbing, part two: in the bathroom?!

John E found this in the men's room at the University of Central Florida. Apparently, there had been a "questionably edible item" found in the sink the week before.



I also enjoy the utter lack of punctuation . . . it adds a nice touch.

Thanks, John!

the joy of plumbing, part one: you're so flippin' needy!

Since Blogger was giving me a hard time, and then life was giving me a hard time, I've been bad about posting this week. I hope you'll forgive the delay, as well as the fact that I need to back-date some of these posts because my little OCD self prefers to have a date listed for each entry.

We seem to have a bit of a plumbing theme going on, however.

Maresi found this one, and says, "apparently, handles get lonely sometimes, too".

High-maintenance, yes, but at least polite.

and isn't it spelled "nuke-u-lar"?!

Rachel T found this sign (from the Hard Rock Cafe in London) to be amusing, although I think it's one of the restaurant's "copyrighted phrases", and as such, was probably more effective before they opened 2,856 locations . . . but I'm probably just a cynical ex-New Yorker.
(In high school, my favorite thing to do was to go into the Hard Rock Cafe, point at the "god wall", and yell, "LOOK! IT'S MADONNA!")

HOWEVER, if someone can get me the picture from the Minnesota Children's Museum of the sign that says something to the effect of "don't bring your gun into the children's museum", THAT would be fabulous.

Seriously, I don't mean to be snarky, so THANKS, Rachel!

so funny that I almost don't believe it's real

This took me a while to "get", but once I did (I confess: I needed to read the commentary underneath), I found it to be about the funniest thing I have seen in quite some time.

My co-workers are threatening to write this on my birthday cake!

YOU! NOW!

Spotted by Jennifer O. in Taos, New Mexico . . . this just seems like "caveman speak" to me . . . "TRY! ARE! NEW!"

Blogger is being a poopy-head

so I haven't been able to post any of my pictures in the past few days. (everything I try to upload shows up as an amorphous square blob. wait. can a blob be square?) I have some great pictures that some of you have sent in, but until I figure out this odd mystery (and I'm too lazy/sleepy to search for the info tonight), it will have to wait.

Happily, a photo I took recently has appeared on the blog of one of my blogging heroines/predecessors, so head on over there while I work on these "technical difficulties" that we have been having.

Choices, choices

Karen B found this at an arcade in Myrtle Beach, SC. She was really impressed at the "choices" offered.


Is it just me, or does this picture remind you a lot of our next presidential election?! a bunch of identical, stuffed, googly-eyed folks to choose from . . .