Hot off the request lines....

I copied this idea...off of Facebook(Yeah like you've never done THAT before....) and started writing a status update everyday that, instead of notifying the world that my dog pooped on the couch or that my kid learned how to zip his pants or that I'm feeling emo and posted a sad "cut yourself" music video, I would break from the daily routine and say something I'm thankful for everyday.  I try to not make them selfish, or stupid, like "I'm thankful for toilet paper" or "I'm so thankful I got five seconds to myself for poo's sake!" And so far Im doing pretty decent to find cool things to be thankful for, minus melted cheese and Diet Coke, and my newfound addiction to Solitaire on my new tablet...that HusbandMan bought me...for...woooorrrk.....yyyeeaaah.... anywho..

I got my parents to play nice on one.  1 point for me:

They've been divorced for 25 years, so the fact that they're still saying things like "thank you" instead of "go eat your own head" is proof positive divorced people CAN still manage to get along...even on Facebook.

Then there was the praying one.  One friend told me it got her to pray, so that's awesome. 2 points:

Cause as cool as I am, and modest too, I love Mr. Jesus.  It makes my cool points go up like ten points or something, and it's not everyday people can say it on FB.

So today, I was thankful for being obnoxious.  I know it, don't try to make me feel better, it's all good.  I've come to terms with it....

And so I blog tonight by request.

So I asked Bestie what adventures, and she said, "just think back to all the crazy crap we talk about and go from there"....Look we talk about a lot of crazy crap, mostly because we were born within 11 days of each other, making us WAY too close of personalities, and mostly because since we've been friends over 15 years, the "hey, how's the fam" conversation is retarded by now.  So we talk about other, random things.

Most of these conversations come up on Facebook, because we chat all day long on it.
Such as the Chex Mix conversation.

Up until this glorious day that I learned how to screenshot, I have been forced to copy and paste the conversations and then email them to myself, without Bestie's knowledge....oops.

The Chex Mix conversation, like many other conversations of note, popped up in the middle of actually talking about adult, normal conversations, but then random tidbits expose themselves between the lines...
This particular evening, we were talking about automobile maintenance and weight watchers points.  She was eating a bag of chex mix while we were chatting...

DISCLAIMER: I am sure Cambodian children eat a healthy, well balanced meal.  I have nothing against Cambodians.  I'm a dumb American, I don't even know where Cambodia is, other than Angelina Jolie buys her children there.  Moving on.

This is how we roll.

This is just one of many adventures of my obnoxiousness.  Anyway, it's me.  It's the reason I am imperfect.  And on average, 6-10 friends like it for me each day.  So there.  ;)

If it makes you laugh too, then I'm thankful for that too.  Because I'd rather make you laugh than call you a name and make you cry.  Really.  Except when I'm PMSing.  But that's why I have Husband Man.