Sid Vicious Ankrom, December 1, 2003-February 16, 2017


Selfies with sleepies

It’s taken a while to get to a place to be able to write this. The day we lost our sweet boy will be forever burned into my mind.  He was arguably definitely the nicest member of the Ankrom family. If you knew him, you loved him, and he loved you.

Sid was a dog of many names.  The Meepers. Meeps.  Meepy.  Sid Monkey. Sid Monk.  Butt Sniffer.  Tappy.  Tamale Dog.  After he went deaf, he stopped answering, but we never stopped calling  him. It’s hard for me to say his name without feeling sad, which is in direct contrast to how his name used to make me feel.


Sid came home with us on February 16, 2004.  Ironic, isn’t it? Exactly 13 years later, we sent him to his forever home, the Rainbow Bridge. Ray fought me for a long time on getting a dog, much less a puppy, but when we walked into the City of Pearland Animal Shelter, he was sitting alone, cowering in a corner. Ray just knew he’d grow up to be a tough cookie. Well, Sid sure showed him. I have never met a more docile, tolerant, and mild-mannered dog. He endured years of playful torture by both Ray and Laney. Even in his last months, suffering from liver failure, dementia, cancer…he never once complained or lashed out at anyone. He just kept on being sweet. I’ll never forget that.


The dude was so dang smart. He potty trained himself in the first two weeks at home. I only had to ask him if he needed to go outside, and he’d trot over to the door and go out. The guy was only three months old. How lucky were we? As working pet parents, we had to leave him home alone all day, and that was an important skill. He knew words. I often spoke to him like a person because in my heart I believed he could understand every word I was saying (HUSH YOU GUYS). He knew key words for sure – Grammy/Popo, cheese, park, Petco, check the mail, run, where they at, did you poop a tape recorder, no, go lay down, where’s your ball, no bite.  We had to teach him to “park” instead of “sit” because “sit” was too close to his name.

You only chewed your toys. Once, the carpet. Only once.

Every year for his birthday, I made cheese eggs for breakfast.  Once Laney was able to write, she’d decorate his plate. He got a stocking and an Easter basket every year. He got presents for Christmas and his birthday, even presents from my Grandma’s dog, Allie. Before he got sick, we took him so many places. He loved going to Grammy and Popos, Petco, the beach, the park, basically anywhere that people were around and he could run and chase things. Oh the ducks, too. Poor ducks. He would nearly vibrate with excitement when we would walk down to the lake at both the neighborhoods we lived in. He REALLY wanted to eat the ducks.


All of our family and friends loved Sid. He was such a welcoming soul. He was always friendly. He never met any person or animal he did not like. There was never a time I felt anyone was unsafe around him, even in his darkest, worst days. He was the most tolerant dog ever – and if you’ve ever met Laney, you know what I mean when I say “most tolerant dog ever.” As a toddler, she would torment him in so many ways – pulling his ears, inadvertently poking him in the eyes, loving him a little “too hard,” and chasing him into corners to give him even more “love.” He’d let her lay all over him and do just about anything she wanted. He would always always always love her right back.

I’d love to say that they were best friends, but honestly, he was mine. He was our baby before we had Laney. We raised him from the scared, shaky little pup in the corner at the City of Pearland animal control shelter to be the fun, chill, happy, sweetest dog there ever was. Ray took him running day after day, so they both could get all of their energy out. Ray would tease and play with him in the living room until the day came when Sid just couldn’t do it anymore. Ray was the one holding him when the time came to tell him it was okay, that it was time to go. We sat there together with him, and watched him breathe his last breath. It was the worst. I know I don’t have to tell you that. If you saw me around that time, you knew.

There will never be another one like him. I don’t want there to be another. He was perfect and wonderful. He was Sid.

Happy heavenly birthday, Meepers.


Stockholm Syndrome

Stock·holm syn·drome
  1. feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.

I was held captive once.  My captor told me that I wasn’t allowed to do things that made me happy.  I couldn’t hang out with friends because I had responsibilities.  I couldn’t indulge in hobbies because there were so many things to get done around the house.  My captor said I couldn’t push myself at work because my family needed me at home to do all the things they needed.  My captor didn’t want me to exist.  My captor convinced me that it was okay to have your identity as an individual erased, and to solely be the stuff you got done.  I trusted that opinion.  I was comfortable with that idea, even though my instincts told me that it wasn’t right.

I held myself hostage.

I allowed these thoughts to penetrate my being and I convinced myself that there was no other way. I told myself it was everyone else who felt this way, and I was reacting to their opinion.  I cared too much about what others were not even saying.  How did this happen?  Was it a crisis of confidence?  Did I do something to silence my inner voice that would have normally made me rebel?

Over the last year, I have slowly been able to peel this layer of doubt away.  I have let myself feel joy.  I have let myself feel tired (from doing something fulfilling, and not from having insomnia!).   I have reached for goals that I have never thought possible.  It’s a work in progress, but it’s in progress.  That gives me a lot of satisfaction with life.  The work isn’t done, though.  Even as I type this blog, there’s this little shadow looming that says I’m being selfish.  Shouldn’t I be bragging on my family?  On how I am performing as a wife or mother?  Why aren’t you talking about how funny your daughter is, or how she’s excelling at this activity or that sport?  Why aren’t you doing a post on a funny situation at home where your husband did some stereotypical husband stuff?  I have to literally stand up and shake it off.  (I’m using “literally” in the correct form here, guys.)

This post is a bit of a purge.  I am breaking up with my captor.  I’m telling her that she can’t make me trust this feeling like she used to.  The tide is turning against the cocoon she created, where I do nothing for myself.  I get to be me again.  I am a neat person.  NEAT.  Do you feel like you’re a hostage?  Are you holding yourself against your will?  Come step outside with me.  I’ll hold your hand.

angry cat

I took this selfie during captivity.

Because My Memory Sucks Part 1: Music

*Edited Dec 2017*

Welcome to my new series, “Because My Memory Sucks.”  Why, you ask?  Because it does, and it has for quite some time.  Why does it suck?  Well, I’d really like to know.  In the past, I 100% blamed it on not sleeping well.  By not sleeping “well” I mean not sleeping for more than 3 hours at a time over 8 years and not without pharmacological assistance (medicine).  That’s not well.  Nope.

Now, I sleep at least 7 hours, unassisted, and I’m TIRED ALL THE TIME.  That’s probably for different reasons, but that’s another post for another day.  (YAY)  Today, I’m starting this blog post to create a running list of the artists I’ve seen live.  I know, this is boring and self-serving, but I want to know who you’ve seen live as well.  Also, if you went somewhere with me and I missed it, please tell me! Again, my memory sucks!

Do we overlap?  Is there someone NOT on my list that you think is a must see?  Is there someone you saw that I should avoid at all costs?  Give me some feedback.  

Houston Rodeo Performances (because this should always be its own category)
Tony Bennett
Clint Black
Brooks & Dunn*
Charlie Daniels Band
Duran Duran
Vince Gill
Alan Jackson* (a bunch of times between 1992 and 2004)
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Neal McCoy
John Michael Montgomery
Anne Murray (I pretty much think this was my first “concert”)
Brad Paisley
Blake Shelton
Steve Miller Band
George Strait* (a bunch of times)
Keith Urban
Clay Walker* (also a bunch of times)
Zac Brown Band*
Blink 182
Chris Stapleton

Buzzfest 1999: Better Than Ezra, Chlorien, Collective Soul, Eve 6, The Flys, GPR, Jude, Lit, My Friend Steve, Soul Coughing, Sponge, Tin Star, Tommy Hendrickson, Train
Buzzfest 2001: 8Stops7, Alien Ant Farm, The Apex Theory, Bliss 66, The Calling, Default, Fuel, Joydrop, NICKELBACK (OMG SHOOT ME), Pressure 4-5, Remy Zero, Saliva, Tantric, Transmatic
Austin City Limits 2014 (only bands I saw): Eminem, Outkast, Skrillrex, Beck, Lana Del Rey, Foster the People, Major Lazer, Spoon, Interpol, Childish Gambino, Chvrches, St. Vincent, Iggy Azalea, Icona Pop, Capital Cities, Paolo Nutini, Jenny Lewis, Sam Smith, Kongos, J. Roddy Walston & the Business
Austin City Limits 2015 (only bands I saw): Foo Fighters, Tame Impala, Gary Clark Jr, Billy Idol, Brandon Flowers, George Ezra, Run The Jewels, Leon Bridges, Royal Blood, Meg Myers
Day for Night 2015 (only bands I saw): Janelle Monae, Flying Lotus, CocoRosie, Future Blondes, Prince Rama, New Order
Free Press Summer Fest 2016 (only bands I saw): Modest Mouse, Jamie XX, Gogol Bordello, Matt and Kim, X Ambassadors, Built to Spill, David Ramirez, Lewis Del Mar, Chicano Batman, Sir the Baptist, Deadmau5, The National, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, The Chainsmokers, Leon Bridges*, Young the Giant, Big Grams, Violent Femmes, Against Me!
Austin City Limits 2016 (only bands I saw): Bear Hands, Bad Suns, The Wombats, Banks & Steelz, The Strumbellas, Foals, Cold War Kids, Corinne Bailey Rae, Die Antwoord, Band of Horses, M83, Radiohead, Major Lazer*
Austin City Limits 2017 (only bands I saw): Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness, MUTEMATH, Hamilton Leithauser, Royal Blood, Skepta, Foster the People, The Revivalists, Ryan Adams, Jay-Z, The XX, LIVE, Russ, Cut Copy, Ice Cube, Rufus Du Sol, Spoon, Red Hot Chili Peppers, First Aid Kit, BadBadBadNotGood, The Head and the Heart, Portugal. The Man, The Killers

Other Shows in no particular order (because I cannot remember the date, mostly)(and will be updated when I remember stuff):
Paul McCartney at Minute Maid Park
Michael Buble’* (3 times)
Naturally 7* (twice with Buble’)
George Strait at Rice Stadium
George Strait at Minute Maid Park
New Kids on the Block*
Backstreet Boys
Boyz II Men
98 Degrees
Burden Brothers
Dave Gahan
Depeche Mode* (4 times)
Crystal Castles
Peter Bjorn and John
Death Cab For Cutie
Royal Blood
Britney Spears
Nicki Minaj
Sublime with Rome
Mumford and Sons
Dropkick Murphys
Justin Timberlake* (2 times)
Silversun Pickups
Red Hot Chili Peppers* (2 times)
Miranda Sings
Mondo Cozmo

I feel tired just making this list.

Planned for 2018 – will be moved to the above category if/when they are attended:
The Killers


Remember me?  I was your friendly neighborhood blogger from about two years ago.  We talked about movies, jobs we would really rather do, ketchup, and fart trains.  Well, I’m back for now. I hope you’ll still have me.   If not, THEN WHY ARE YOU READING THIS?  I’m just saying, if you don’t like what I’m saying, you are wasting time better spent doing something you actually enjoy.  amiright?

You may be wondering why Miss Grainger is featured so prominently on this post.  Or not, because if you know me well, it wouldn’t seem odd at all.  Hermoine is present for three reasons: 1) My face and hair look like that a lot and I find this photo very relatable; 2) “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” is coming out in the theater next weekend and that is both exciting and frightening (what if it’s terrible????); and 3) I do what I want.  Also, I’ve been listening to a lot of Adele, and I feel like Emma Watson and Adele could be friends.  Are probably friends.  Are best friends.

Also, I went to Adele with my good friend Ivy. Here we are in mandatory stripes on the Houston Chronicle website outside of the concert that was very amazing.  It’s hard to impress me with a large venue show, and Adele did it so well.  When you have a voice like that, and are so funny and expressive with your music, you don’t have to do much else.  IMAGINE THAT, OTHER PEOPLE.  NOT MENTIONING ANY NAMES, OTHER WORST CONCERT I EVER ATTENDED (*britney*).


Something that was not disappointing was the book I finished this morning – I listened to the audiobook version of “As You Wish: Inconceivable Tales from the Making of The Princess Bride” by Cary Elwes, Joe Layden, and Rob Reiner.  The narration is provided by a mixture of the people involved in the movie, but is mostly done by Cary Elwes, which is pretty much the best.  “The Princess Bride” was one of those movies I grew up loving, and still love today.  I find myself using quotes from the movie constantly, much to my mother’s chagrin (see this post for that story).  If you’ve never seen or read “The Princess Bride,” well, that’s inconceivable.  WINK WINK

At this point, you may be thinking – what is the point of this blog?  Perhaps it has no point.  Perhaps I just wanted to get something started again.  See also above – I DO WHAT I WANT.

Thanks for letting me stretch my fingers on this post.  We all gotta warm up somehow.

I’ll take suggestions on what you want me to write about and I’ll see what I can do.  Let me know in the comments.

Band Names

I love music.  I’m not snotty about the type of music that I listen to.  I may think that the person(s) singing is a talentless hack, but you know what?  Someone likes them, and countless people around them helped produce it, and it deserves to be heard by someone.

I’ve been witnessing this phenomenon lately…”band names that don’t make any sense and are totally random.”  I know that some names are completely intentional and have some sort of secret/not secret meaning behind it, but I feel that some took a Buzzfeed quiz (“what is your random band name?”) and then came up with their name that way.  Let’s take a further peek at some of these bands:

Best of the Buzzfeed generators

Imagine Dragons; Milky Chance; Arctic Monkeys; The Soup Dragons.  Seriously.  You pair random words and get a band name.  I’ve got a few you guys can use if you’re looking for a name… BANDAGE RABBIT.  BOARD FLOWER. COFFEE PHOTO.  HAPPY PAPER.

Bands with hashtags, periods, or any other form of punctuation

DJs are the worst at this, but I’m clearly eyeballing you Magic!, P!nk and Fun.  Always exempt from any rules whatsoever:  Prince.

Bands with stupid names

Justin Bieber

Band names that are entirely too descriptive

4 Non Blondes; Red Hot Chili Peppers; New Kids on the Block; Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Bands that want you to Something the Something

Foster the People; Young the Giant; Cage the Elephant; Rage Against the Machine. Special mention to Panic! At the Disco for combining two of my band pet peeves.

OK guys, I want to know….If you had a band, what would you name it?

About motivation

Let’s talk about motivation.

You hear it frequently…lack thereof, need of, etc.  Everyone is motivated (or not motivated) by different things.  I seem to be motivated by urgency.  Is this thing due in two hours?  Let me wait for the 1 hour and 45 min mark before I start working on it.  I do this frequently.  Why?  I don’t know, but it motivates me…more than anything.  The worst part, is that I stress out for the duration of the task until it’s done, because I know I’ve got to finish this in an unreasonable amount of time.

Procrastination Meme

I’m also motivated by hunger.  I will often go to any length necessary to come up with an excuse so that I can eat to avoid being hungry.  This is very obvious, as my body has reached critical mass.   If I ate well and exercised, then I wouldn’t feel so bad about this, however, let’s get back to motivation.  Being motivated by hunger is a dangerous thing.  Have you ever gone to the grocery store hungry?  You go for some healthy whole food options, and come back with Cheetos, Mrs Baird’s apple pies, swiss cake rolls, all of the flour tortillas, and some bean dip.  My hunger level right now says I don’t want to starve.  Better eat some Rolos.


You know what I don’t ever need motivation to do?  Read books.  I can read all day long if you’ll let me.  If I’m reading, I’m not physically doing anything.  There goes motivation again.  IT’S EVERYWHERE.  Being motivated to exercise and eat right comes from something within that I obviously do not have.  I will still do it, infrequently, but if I’ve got any excuse whatsoever to not exercise, I will.  Let’s look at some of these excuses:

  • I’m hungry
  • I’m tired
  • My allergies are bad
  • My stomach hurts
  • It’s too hot
  • It’s too cold
  • I don’t want to change clothes
  • I don’t want to do more laundry, because of the clothes
  • I have to cook dinner
  • I have to cook breakfast
  • I have to cook lunch
  • I have to cook tomorrow’s lunch
  • I have to read my book
  • I have to check Facebook
  • I’ve got to log my food
  • Sid is staring at me weird
  • It looks like it might rain tomorrow
  • I have to go to work next week

The list is lengthy and amazing.  The worst part is that I enjoy working out after I’ve worked out.  All those endorphins, the sweat, the feeling like I could run 26.2 miles TODAY….it’s great.  You would think I could use that for motivation!  Nope.  I will be lazy as long as I can.  And eat whatever I want.  And then cry because I can’t button my pants.  When I’ve been on track for a week (GASP!), I give myself a “cheat meal” which defeats the purpose of doing anything.

reeward diet


Today, I have that  urgency feeling again about my pants.  Because they are so not fitting.  And I have to lose all 15 lbs today.  Because that’s how I work.


Let’s talk about you guys.  What motivates you?  Where would like more motivation?



All the Hyperbole

I love to talk in hyperbole.

I do it all day, every day, on every topic, ALL THE TIME.  Do I have 5 things to do today?  Probably, but I’m going to tell you I have 589297 things to do.  Am I tired?  Yes, but I will always be the most tired person you have ever met in your life and if I don’t sleep tonight I’m going to turn into a zombie and eat your brains.  A little angry?  Possibly, but I’m going to threaten bodily harm even if you just forgot to give me that paper clip I asked for 5 minutes ago.  You could have also murdered my rabbit.  Same level of anger.  Face punch.

At times, this will get me in trouble.  I’ll say something dramatic, and the person to whom I’m speaking will think I’m serious.  This is especially dangerous at work.  If your supervisor asks you if you have time to do a task, you should probably not say that you have negative hours in the day because of all the work you do, and just say, sure.  And then get to it when you can.  Or if you tell a coworker that you’re so stressed out that you want to set the building on fire, they may stay away from you the rest of the week.

Younger people are “like, 12” and older people are 157 years old.  The former was accurately portrayed in the below someecard.


All this talk is pretty much the exact opposite of my life.  There is no extreme in it, whatsoever.  I go to work daily, church weekly, and vacation on occasion.  I have a child that I drop off and pick up from school every day. The wildest thing I do in a month is going to bunco.  I imagine many of you live similar lives.  I’m also not as big of a jerk as I used to be.  Some of you can attest to that.  I used to be a huge mean sarcastic jerk, but the kind you wanted to have say things to people, because it was never directed at you.

Does the hyperbole make me feel alive?  Yes.  Am I using it incorrectly?  ALL THE TIME.  Do I care?  Nope.  OK, maybe I care when someone says they will LITERALLY DIE if something happens/doesn’t happen.  I don’t do that.  Well, not really.


PS, I just told a person about this blog, and she said I should put something about jumbo shrimp.  I facepalmed SO HARD.  Facedesk even.  Double facepalm.  ALL THE FACEPALM.

double facepalm

Jobs I’d Rather Have

How many of us can look at another human in the face and say “I love my job”?  I’d be willing to be that about 89.5% of us would not be able to.  Maybe I’m cynical.  I’m sure you will all tell me if I’m wrong.  Let’s take a poll.

As I sit here with my current job that is causing me to have ulcers and chest pain, I got to daydreaming about real jobs I’d rather have.  I’m not going to limit myself here…and I’m even going to make new jobs that probably do not exist.    I’d also like to hear from  you – tell me what you’d rather be doing.

Job #1:  Professional Blogger.  This job, in fact, does exist.  I want to be Jenny Lawson or Jen Hatmaker.  Wait, do I need to change my name to Jennifer?   I want to run around in a Jenny Lawson skin coat and be hilarious.  If Jenny Lawson is reading this, I’m just kidding about Buffalo Bob-ing you and HIIAMAHUGEFAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  If Jen Hatmaker is reading this, I think you are too precious to steal your skin.

Job #2: Book Reader Person.  I do this job already for free.  I would love to get paid just to read books.  But only books I want to read.  You want me to read The Fault In Our Stars?  PASS.  But I did read Perks of Being a Wallflower, and I cried enough for both books.  I could also be a “pressure your favorite author to finish the next book in the series” person.  HINT GEORGE R R MARTIN.  HINT.

Job #3:  Social Media Spelling and Grammar Corrector.  This job does not exist.  How do I know?  Because we have a generation of children that type-speak in SHORTHAND.  How busy is your life that you can’t spell out the one missing vowel from SUPR?  I’d also be on there/their/they’re watch.  And too/to/two.  I have to stop before my head explodes.

Job #4:  Fake Review Writer.  This job also exists, shamefully, however, I think I can get behind this.  I am excellent at hyperbole and imagery.  Any establishment would love to have me, good or bad.  Want me to trash your competitor?  OK!  Want me to tell everyone that despite health department reports, you do NOT have slime in the ice machine?  LET’S DO IT.

And finally, Job #5: Amateur Pinterest Pin Recreator.  I spend an obscene amount of time on Pinterest, especially in the humor section.  I do, however, love looking at food and crafts, and wondering if I could do that.  I would create a whole new section of Pinterest called:  Things that are impossible to make or Lower your expectations.  People would be forced to pin things that are  attainable by the average folk, and stop pinning all these gourmet-level recipes or expert crafts.  A filter, if you will.

So folks, here’s your chance.  Dream big.  Tell me what you’d want to do, even if it’s one of my top 5!

When in doubt, blurt it out

Yesterday, a series of unfortunate events occurred. Some routine things, like my child had one of those days where she actually did not want to go to school (and right now, school is loosely defined as half-day recess, half-day run amok-a-thon) and I felt fat so I dressed like I am actually fat, and didn’t fix my hair.

But then, I had to take my dad to the ER for a stubborn kidney stone that “is actually really tiny, only about 3mm,” says the ER nurse. I’m pretty sure he didn’t think that it was that tiny. She also kept referring to it as his “baby,” which was funny and disconcerting at the same time. We were discharged with narcotics and a strainer. Now that’s a party.

After that, a thing at work happened, and it is now referred to “the incident that shall not be named” as well as with “he who should not be named.” I’m easily entertained/amused/distracted by Harry Potter references, so if you ever need to cheer me up or start a conversation, or make me love you forever, here’s your sign.

I know it’s been a lot of months since I blogged last. Like, we were wearing sweaters, pants, and all the clothes in our closets back then. And hats. Oh how I love hats.

Let’s recap life since then. My brother and sister-in-law bought their very first home, some people graduated from some schools, Laney graduated from her first year of Kindergarten, my cousin Jack got married AND bought his first house with his wife, Jamie…oh and Jamie went on the Carnival cruise. You know, THAT Carnival cruise.

Last time, I also promised you VIEWER MAIL!   Well, here’s a selection of the many gems I received.  I will always respond to viewer mail at

How can I get my husband to take the trash out? I mean I’ve tried letting it sit there full and then he just puts it in the sink. I’ve tried nagging him. Everything! Please help
Dear Trashy Housewife of the Interweb,
Just a few suggestions: 1. a bigger trash can, 2. trained monkey to take out the trash, 3. slap him, because clearly he is having a visual or processing issue, 4. move to a trash-free life where none of your activities create trash. I hope this helps.
Superbloggyblog’s blogger

My 4 year old and a 3 year old like to pee at the same time, in the same toilet! If we are with friends, they invite their friends to join them. Any ideas to get them to stop?
Dear Pee Partier,
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em?
Superbloggyblog’s blogger

How do I deal with a supervisor that I suspect has a toe fetish? He tells us all not to wear flip flops in the summer.
Dear Flipless in Summer,
Cover them piggies, because unless you want to go down Fatal Attraction style (I hear all toe fetish people are also violent murderers), I’d stay out of harm’s way.  
Super bloggyblog’s blogger  (PS, just kidding about the toe fetish murderer thing, but if it happens, then no I was not kidding.)

I know this blog was short, but I really needed a quick, creative, cathartic-style release.  Next time, maybe there will be an “interesting passive-aggresive signs posted on the refrigerator at work” blog.  =D

What movie? And Viewer Mail!

I’m a fan of movies.  Most people are.  My mom can take or leave movies, which is weird in my family.  My husband is an avid fan of a select few movies, but can generally take or leave movies as well.  (Ironically, his choice movies are the movies that I HATE).

I hate the following movies my husband loves in no particular order for the said reasons:

  • The Karate Kid (2010) – because the title says Karate and there is no karate.
  • Avatar – because it’s a self-serving piece of CGI weird annoying garbage.
  • Inception – because I hate what I don’t understand.

I love the following movies my husband loves in no particular order for the said reasons:

  • The entire Pirates of the Caribbean series – I’m a fan of pirates in general.  It started with The Pirate Movie (1982), a horrible and wonderful musical film that no one probably saw but me and Matt.
  • The entire Harry Potter series – because it’s Harry Potter and you don’t need a reason.

You can be having a conversation with me, and I’ll randomly quote a (relevant) line to a movie, and look at you expectantly like you totally got what I just said.  Because life is like that – you saw me looking kinda forlorn, and you knew that when you asked me “what happened to you?”, I said “I got hit with a Frosty”, you just knew I was quoting Nicholas Cage in The Weather Man.  My dad does this too, except when he does it, he says “WHAT MOVIE????”  This especially does not work on my mom, who generally never knows what movie, and now we do it just to annoy her. 

I love going to the movies.  I even enjoy going to the movies alone. At times, I find that I laugh more at movies when I’m alone.  My most favorite part of going to movies is watching the trailers before the movies.   There are some people that are very very very good at making trailers for movies, and some that are very bad.  I’d like to congratulate the person that made the trailer for A Haunted House (coming soon).  I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard at just a trailer in a long time.  Also, I’m very afraid that’s all the funny parts to the movie.  You can view the trailer here:  If you feel you are too highbrow for the Wayans brothers, don’t waste your time.  Also, why are you reading my blog?

What movies are your favorites?  Tell me.  Comment away…  Also, tell me why.  Don’t just say OMG I LOVE BEACHES and then don’t say why.  I hate that.  Also, Beaches is a terrible movie.


I’m going to start a new thing in 2013 – Viewer Mail!  I’m going to take requests for advice emails at and post them (de-identified) on my blog with my honest answers.  You know this probably isn’t a serious thing, so if you need real help,  you probably shouldn’t ask me.  You should call 911, or your doctor, or maybe your spouse or parent.  Let me provide you an example:

Dear SuperBloggyBlog Blogger,

My dog won’t stop barking at the neighbor’s cat.  What should I do?



Dear Reader,

Have you considered calling animal control?  Of course you have. They never come.  Have you addressed the issue with your rude neighbor who lets their cat just walk and poop all over the neighborhood?  Probably not, because no one likes confronting the person they  have to live next door to every day.  My suggestion? Capture the cat, dress it up, and let it loose.  Your dog will probably no longer recognize the cat, and then you’ll have something fun to look at.


SuperBloggyBlog Blogger

Get crackin!!