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40 Things I (or ANYONE) Does NOT Look Cool Doing


I’m pretty sure not even George Clooney himself would look cool doing these things.

(Although I would love to see him try. Actually, I just enjoy seeing him period.)

Inspired by this reddit thread that I recently read laughed over, here are 40 things that no human can possibly do without looking like a total goober. (Sidenote: no one looks cool saying or even typing the word “goober”).

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1. Trying to locate a straw in your drink with your mouth after it goes AWOL.

2. Running with a backpack on (unless you’re Katniss Everdeen).

3. Riding on a Segway.

4. Chasing a piece of paper that is being blown away by the wind.

5. Standing in the airport X-ray machine in that spread eagle, arms-up pose.

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6. Taking a bite of food that is so hot you have to spit it back out.

7. Getting in and out of the backseat of a two-door car.

8. Having a coughing fit after water has gone down the wrong pipe.

9. Holding back a sneeze.

10. Trying to sing a song you don’t know the lyrics to.

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11. Yawning.

12. Eating something very sour.

13. Taking photos and videos with an iPad.

14. Throwing anything using your non-dominant hand.

15. Picking up dog poop and/or waiting around while your dog poops during a walk.

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16. Taking your contacts out of your eyes or putting them in.

17. Walking through a spider web.

18. Taking your retainer out.

19. Trying to swat at a bug as it flies around you.

20. Shaking the vending machine when your snack doesn’t drop.

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21. Twerking.

22. Stumbling on a piece of uneven concrete.

23. Talking on a Bluetooth, no matter how cool you think you look.

24. Wearing a lobster bib. Also, eating lobster.

25. Taking a selfie.

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26. Putting on spanx or really tight pants.

27. Having a dog hump your leg.

28. When two people almost run into each other, so they both step the same way trying to avoid each other, thus running into each other again. Repeat.

29. Eating spaghetti.

30. Chasing after a ping pong ball. Damn you, beer pong.

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31. Slipping on ice.

32. Running away from a bee.

33. Tripping on the escalator.

34. Getting out of a restaurant booth.

35. Running in flip flops.

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36. Realizing there is no toilet paper after you’ve already sat down, so you have to do the pants-around-the-ankles scuttle move to get more TP from the closet, drawer, etc.

37. Blowing your nose.

38. Walking downhill.

39. Waiting outside a single-person bathroom.

40. Carrying a Cotsco-sized toilet paper pack, and nothing else.

If you think you look cool doing any of these things, please record yourself doing said thing and send to me so I can evaluate.

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Dirty Desserts

Have you heard?!

Ben & Jerry recently exposed their shweddy balls to America.

And boy are they tasty 😉

Okay, maybe I should clarify that a bit. Ben & Jerry’s just came out with their newest, limited batch-flavor of ice cream based on the hilarious mock-NPR Saturday Night Live sketch featuring Alec Baldwin, Ana Gastyer and Molly Shannon (one of my all-time favorites!! Check out the clip below and you’ll see why).

The newest of Ben & Jerry creations is vanilla ice cream with a hint of rum which is loaded with fudge-covered rum and milk chocolate malt balls. Yum much? All I can say is that I can’t wait to get their Shweddy Balls in my mouth 🙂

Okay, obviously I have the maturity level of a ten-year (which was the age I was when the SNL skit first aired in 1998) because it still sends me into an unescapeable fit of giggles. I’m talking give-me-Situation-abs-crying-tears-of-funny-I’m-laughing-so-hard giggles. Anyone who knows me knows that I am quite the punny person, that is I speak fluent pun. Anytime when I can find a way to insert a pun or a double entendre into conversation, I will do so. That is what makes this sketch so hilarious; the barrel runneth over of uncanny and knee-slapping double entendres. Although the double entendred title of the scrumptious new frozen treat Shweddy balls was obviously done intentionally, it got me to think of some other tasty treats that have not-so intentionally anatomically pervy names from around the world.

6. Nestlé Nips


Let’s start close to home with a product you can find in the candy aisle of your local grocery, Nestlé Nips. First introduced in the 1920s, rich and creamy hard candy Nips are “for people who need a break from life’s little irritations…” I’ve heard Band-Aids work, too.

5. Couque D’asses

The next snicker-inducing treat is a crisp butter cookie filled with chocolate from Japan. I get that it’s supposed to be  French, but were there no English speakers in that marketing meeting, no one from corporate to chime in with “Umm…it says asses…on the box”?

4. Perky Nana


The third nibble, coming to us from New Zealand, is the Mighty Perky Nana. The Cadbury product is a chewy, banana-flavored candy bar covered in milk chocolate. You can have the regular, apparently smaller Perky Nana or the Mighty Perky Nana. But come on, size doesn’t really matter as long as it’s perky, right?

3. Crunky Nude Balls


Next I present to you Nude Korean Balls, Crunky Nude Balls, specifically. They are bite-size chocolate treats akin to Nestle Crunch with the rice crisps on the outside, thus making them “inside out” or “nude.”  I’m not quite sure what makes them crunk, though.

2. Megapussi


This tasty snack comes to us from Finland. It’s a bag of chips that proudly boasts “MEGAPUSSI!” meaning “big bag.” Betcha can’t eat just one? Goodness…talk about sinful treats. I feel like I should go to church just after reading the bag.

And just like Vanessa Williams once said, I’ve ‘saved the best for last.’

1. Spotted Dick






This is a very popular English dessert although you can find it right here in the good ‘ol US of AY in specialty food shops and by ordering it online. So what is this Spotted Dick you ask (also known as sponge pudding or spotted dog)? Well, it is a steamed suet type pudding which is sweet and often served with custard, very similar to pound cake. The spotted part of the name comes from the use of various types of small fruits like raisins, currants and sometimes plums. The Dick portion of the name however seems to be somewhat of a mystery with many different conflicting stories of how it came to rise. PUN intended. Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.

Well there you have it. I guess you learn something new everyday.

Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to take my Shweddy balls, Spotted Dick, and maybe a few Perky Nanas and go to town!

Have a great night guys!

Question of the day: What is the weirdest named food that you have come across?




ZZ Top, Cops, and Major Flops

Hey guys!

I hope you all had a great weekend and an even better day today. I can’t believe it is already September 12! Half of this month is already gone (where it went, I don’t know but I have an inkling there is a good chance it’s  hiding out with that one sock that seemed to ‘escape’ from the dryer earlier this morning–where do they go? And why is it only just the one sock and not both? I mean really. Conspiracy theory anyone?).

It may be September 12th, but it sure didn’t feel like it here today. It was a balmy 87 degrees out! The sun was shining, there was hardly a cloud in the sky and it was B-E-A-utiful! Since it will probably be the last time it’ll feel like summer for a long, long time (at least here in the frozen tundra that is Wisconsin), I took complete and utter advantage of it. I got up extra early this morning and got in some serious chlorine action. There is definitely no better way to start a day off right than with a swim and some poolside lounging 🙂

After I was all sunned out, I quickly headed home and got ready for the rest of my day. I showered, got dressed and ate so fast even Jumping Jack Flash would have been impressed. Why the rush, you ask? Well I was off to yet another job interview for an Administrative Assistant position with a big-time law firm here in Milwaukee. Not necessarily my dream job but it is something to get me going again and back on my feet again (I’m still waiting to hear back from my dream job at the advertising and marketing agency–fingers crossed). After all these interviews and job applications, I really think I should just become a professional job hunter; I’ve definitely got experience up the wahzoo and skills to boot.

After giving myself a mini-professional make-over, I got into my car and hit the road, and started to make my way to my interview. Now anyone who is from this area, near, in, and/or around Milwaukee will know that the whole city seems to bathed in a blanket of construction. It is literally everywhere. From fixing potholes to paving new highways and underpasses, you can’t escape it. This was the case for me today as I got stuck for over an hour, sitting in my hot, hot, unair-conditioned bug, as I slowly inched my way down I-43. Normally this wouldn’t be a big deal; I can handle a little traffic. Afterall, I lived in Atlanta for three years (you want to talk traffic, take a trip south to the peach state). However, I was on my way to a potentially great interview and was now running late. More over, I was running late and had also turned into a big, sweaty mess. Perfect.

Since there was nothing I could do, I settled back into my (very sticky and hot) seat, rolled my windows down, opened up my sunroof, and tried to relax as much as I could. To get me into interview butt-kicking mode, I pulled out my i-pod and started jamming. There is just something about music that can liven your spirit, get you pumped up and  totally change your mood. At least that what it does for me. There is also something about a good song that makes me want to whip out my hair brush and pull a Britney or Beyonce, belting it out from the bottom of my little lungs.

For this reason, I try not to listen to my i-pod in public places of any kind. I do this mainly our of respect for my fellow patrons. You see, when a song comes pulsing through my headphones, I can’t help but sing. Out loud. And not very good, mind you. You know that annoying tone-deaf person on the plane or sitting next to you on the bus? That person who is trying ever so hard to resonate their inner Eminem or Rihanna? Yeah…that would be me (my sincerest apologies).

Earlier today as I sat in my car, the breeze whipping my hair back and forth (thank you Willow Smith), I forgot about the rule of public musicintoxication and let it all out. I was singing, I was seat-dancing, I was even doing a little (okay, a lot) head bopping. In that moment, I didn’t really have a care in the world. That was until I looked over my right shoulder and saw two police officers staring back at me, laughing, smiling, and clapping. Oh yes, I said clapping. My car had come, yet again, to a complete stop on the highway and ZZ Top had just starting rocking out “Gimme All Your Lovin'” through my ear buds (I only wish I could be as cool as these guys!).

Ladies and gentlemen...ZZ Top!

Just as I got to the big crescendo of the song, I realized that I had an audience. A cop car that was also stopped on the highway just inches away from me apparently got a kick out of my rendition of the tune and decided to show their appreciation with a round of applause.  At this point, my face could not have gotten any redder. I wanted to literally crawl into that huge pothole on the side of the road and disappear. I was mortified. More over, I was worried that they were going to arrest me for ‘murdering’ a classic rock song (I can’t go to jail! I have so much to live for! Plus, orange is so not my color). Thankfully, traffic started moving and we parted ways at the next intersection. Even though I was embarrassed as all get-out (I bet I made for an interesting story to tell back at the police station), I just had to laugh.  After all, it’s not everyday that you are given a standing, well, seated, ovation by two of our finest men in blue.

Oh goodness…

Question of the day: What is one song (or songs) that you just can’t help but sing out loud to?


Dreaming About…The ‘Friz’?

Heavens to Betsy and an apple pie…

I think I have to stop eating peanut M&M’s right before I go to bed. That, and watching the Discovery Channel.

I have been having some ca-razy dreams as of late. Or I guess I should say, more crazy than normal.

Case in point: Last night’s foray into the human body via The Magic School Bus. Yup. Ms. Frizzle and I, along with weirdly enough, my whole fifth grade class, most of whom I haven’t talked to or seen in ages, as well as Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt (I guess she has extended her charity work and good deeds beyond just third-world countries) ventured off on a wild anatomical adventure.

Please let this be a normal field trip. With the Friz, no way!

As a little girl, I LOVED me some Magic School Bus. In addition to having a quite stellar  (if I do say so myself) collection of Magic School Bus books adorning my bedroom floor and bookshelf, there was the accompanying amazeballs TV show. I remember racing home from school, tearing off my backpack, throwing it in the corner of the living room (homework could wait until after the ‘Friz!), making myself cinnamon-sugar toast and turning on PBS to catch the latest adventures of Ms. Frizzle, Liz the classroom pet lizard, and the rest of the gang.

If you were sadly neglected the absolute greatness that was The Magic School Bus growing up as a kid, I’ll give you just a brief synopsis of how cool this really was. In every episode or story, Ms. Frizzle took her class on these fantastical field trips aboard her ‘magic school bus’, going where no man (or classroom in this case) has gone before; impossible locations such as the solar system, the past, the depths of the ocean, even shrinking down to the size of human cells and venturing into the human body. The stories were not only exciting and fun, but they actually were educational too(those tricky writers and producers), teaching kids about science, math, geography and the world around us through these adventures.

It’s been a few years since I have sat on my living room floor, mouth covered in cinnamon-sugary residue–okay, maybe it was just a few days ago but can you blame me? Cinnamon sugar toast is the bomb-diggety!– but it has been a few years since I was throwing my backpack across the room, anticipation in my toes just waiting to see what crazy adventures the ‘Friz’ was up to. I still have all of my Magic School Bus books stashed in the basement of my parents house and probably a few VCR tapes of the show (oh how I miss the days of ‘Be Kind, Please Rewind’), but to be quite honest, I haven’t thought of The Magic School Bus for quite some time. So why in the great state of Texas was I having dreams about it last night?

I have always been interested in dream analysis; encoding the thoughts and actions our subconscience does when we are asleep. Having a background in Psychology, this subject often came up during my undergraduate studies and lessons, and I found it to be absolutely fascinating. The mind truly is an extraordinary and complex thing; it harbours not only our thoughts, memories and actions which we are conscious about, but it also houses what we may not be so conscious about; fears, anxieties, hopes, goals and obstacles that we may have faced or will be facing. The thing about dreams is that each are very unique; no other person can share your exact emotions, your experiences or your background. In essence, each dream can only be connected to that particular person’s reality.  Now, whether I believe in ‘dream forecasting’ or dream analysis has yet to be determined, but it is fun to try to figure out why we dream what we dream, the meanings behind it, and how it contributes to our everyday lives.

Okay, so maybe this brain is not as complex as most. Mmmm...donuts 🙂

Wowsas! I don’t know about you, but the power of the mind is blowing my mind.

As for my dream, I decided to do a little dream interpretation, just out of curiosity. I went to a couple of dream deciphering websites and although I didn’t find the exact meaning behind my trip with the Magic School Bus, I did find some interesting connections. For instance, according to, an online dream analysis website, here are some of the possible reasonings behind what my dream might have meant:

Magic: To dream about magic, or seeing someone perform magic implies that your ventures will bring you great prosperity.

Sweet! I could use a little prosperity 🙂

School Bus: To dream of riding a school bus represents an upcoming expedition that will have a significant influence on your life.

 Adventure is my middle name!

Just like with horoscopes or fortune-teller or psychic readings, I take these interpretations with a grain of salt (after all, only the big guy upstairs knows what is going to happen for sure) , but it’s kind of fun to try to decipher the maybe’s and could-have’s. I’m still not sure exactly why I went on an epic adventure through the human body (speaking of which, whomever’s body it belonged to had impeccably clean teeth and was really healthy-no doubt he would have been given ten stickers by the Dr. at his next check-up) with the ‘Friz’, my fifth grade class, and Branjelina, but I do know it was a great way to spend 8 hours. If you’ve ever surfed platelets on the gnarly waves of the human blood stream or took a wild rollercoaster ride down the esophagus, you’ll know what I mean 😉

Sweet dreams, guys!

Question of the day: What was the craziest dream that you have had?


Friday Funnies

We made it to Friday guys!

Whoo hoo!

I don’t know about you but this week was a doosey, a good doosey, but a doosey none the less. I can’t think of a better way to kick-start the weekend than with a makes-your-stomach-hurt-gives-you-Situation abs-gotta go pee ASAP-belly laugh.

On that note I present to you…

drum roll please…

this week’s edition of friday Funnies!

On my way home from running errands today, I made a pit stop at Wally-World to pick up a few essentials: a bag of peanut M&M’s, a small pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough Craving, AA Batteries and some toilet paper, you know, the things every person should have in their house in case of emergencies 😉

As I was navigating my way through the store, I suddenly realized I was in the middle of a high-octane, balls to the wall, scooter showdown. I could almost hear the Nascar-like commentator replaying the exciting events for the cheering crowd…

The Scooter Shuffle

“Well folks we are on the final lap today here at Wal-Mart Raceway and what a race it’s been! The lady in Blue who was dead last to start the race has taken a sudden charging lead and is well on her way to a victory. I wouldn’t say she’s the winner quite yet however because trailing her neck-in-neck are gray shirt, purple frock and paisley polo. This could be a close one folks…”

Ehh boy. Only at Wally World.

Every time I see somebody on a scooter, I can’t help but think of this little nugget of goodness.

I don’t know about you, but with a scooter as cool as this baby, I would most definitely scoot to the edge of the Grand Canyon and  hover around the Statue of Liberty. Goodness, going anywhere would be a synch. I bet I could even take a trip into space and be the very first person to set foot, err, wheel, on the moon.”One small hover, for man. One giant scoot for mankind.” Just think of the possibilities! The question is though…if you owned a Hoveround Power Chair, where would you go next?

Another gem that instantly popped into my head upon witnessing the big Wal-Mart race today….

One of my favorite Seinfeld episodes of all-time (and there are a bunch!). You gotta hand it to George…he really held his own against the elderly scootin’ brigade. I mean they were tough. And did you check out the motors on those things? I bet they could have gone from 0-5 in, like, 30 minutes max. 😉

I hope everyone ‘rolls’ right into a great weekend!

Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.

Friday Funnies

Oh my Honey Bunched of Oats.

Did you guys hear about this?

In this edition of Friday Funnies, I present to you the big Depardieu Boo-boo.

Noted french actor Gerard Depardieu was on a flight this past Tuesday from Paris to Dublin when he got the sudden and apparently immediate urge to, uhh, go. I guess Depardieu had one too many pre-flight cocktails before boarding the plane because not only did fellow passengers describe the G man as more than just slightly in the bag, but his bladder was fuller than the movie theater parking lot opening night of Harry Potter. Right as the plane began to take off, Mr. ‘Pardieu proudly (or not so proudly) announced to the aircraft, “I have to pee! I have to pee!” (or in french “J’ai envie de faire pipi! J’ai envie de faire pipi!”). When the cabin crew politely told the actor to remained seated during takeoff, he proceeded to stand up and ‘faire pipied’ all over the aisle of the plane! His ‘whiz’arding ways delayed the plane for over two hours as the crew had to clean up and sanitize the plane. If I was a passenger on that plane, I would have been pretty p’d off, pardon my french.

There have been many a time where I couldn’t hold it in any longer (don’t they always conveniently seem to happen in the worst of situations). One of the most memorable times happened when I was just a little girl. When I was about four years old, I was fishing with my dad and my grandpa on Lake Wausau. I loved going out with them, even if I didn’t do any fishing, although if I can brag a bit, I was one of the few four-year old girls I knew who could bait and cast her own line (thank you daddy). On this particular trip, both my dad and grandpa had warned me to make sure that I went to the bathroom before we got on the lake because once we got out there, they weren’t coming back in until they were done fishing, whether I needed to or not. I reassured them that I was a-okay and set to go. However, that was before I had gulped down 2 cans of beer, heavy on the root (what can I say, I was, and am still, a huge fan of A&W and I was with the guys so I had to keep up with them, although they were drinking a very different kind of beer). My poor little bladder couldn’t hold all of that liquid and as a result, a mere hour into our fishing trip, I looked at my dad and said, “I gotta go!”

My grandpa always carried a big bucket in his boat for occasions such as these but when he told me that that was my potty de jour, I was horrified! No way was I going to pee in a bucket. I was a lady for gosh sakes. A little lady perhaps, but still a lady. I could hold it. Or at least that was what I kept telling myself over and over again. Just a few more minutes. But with each minute grew the need to go (and trust me, there is nothing worse than riding in a bumpy boat or car when you have to go to the bathroom…you feel everything. And I mean everything). It was not looking good for this girl. I told my dad how embarrassed I was to go in the bucket so he came up with an alternative. What happened next, I am not proud of. It was, and is probably one of the most embarrassing things that has or will ever happen to me. My grandpa trolled the boat over to an empty dock in a pretty remote area of the lake. I dropped my Strawberry Shortcake shorts, my dad picked me up held me over the side of the boat and I went, my feet hovering over the spider-webbed dock. And if that wasn’t enough to make me go into hiding for the rest of my childhood, the people who lived at the house directly behind the dock were privy to the whole thing, witnessing my bad aim as they stood in front of their kitchen window. Needless to say, we high-tailed it on out of there even before my britches were up. Yes, I, Wendi Hansen, peed over the side of a boat. But boy did I feel better afterwards 🙂

Now I understand that when you gotta go, you gotta go (which is exactly what I did and why I did it). Really, I do. But Gerard? Buddy. In the plane aisle? Really? That’s just nasty. At least I was on a mostly deserted lake. And I had at least tried to hold it in. And I was four!

Gerard Depardieu later issued an apology for his actions, stating that he was extremely embarrassed and sorry, and that he suffers from prostate problems which was what caused him to ‘relieve’ himself in such a way. Lesson learned Mr. Depardieu so next time, maybe not drink so much before boarding the plane. Or you could always carry with you my grandpa’s bucket. And hey, on the bright side, at least he didn’t, uh, Depardieu number two ;P

Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.

I’m not the only one who found this pretty funny. Check out reporter Anderson Cooper! Poor guy couldn’t stop the giggles from coming (and I don’t blame him).

Have a very funny and great Friday everyone!

Question of the day: Have you ever had a very embarrassing ‘gotta go’ situation?


Frazzled? I'm not frazzled. Why? Do I look frazzled?

That is what my brain was saying last night after a long day of job hunting/resume writing/cover letter editing. Even though it seems as if I have been doing this forever and could probably teach a course on how to do these very things (hey…there’s an idea!), it never really gets any easier. Or any more fun. In fact, it sucks lima beans.  Putting yourself out there, basically summing up your professional and personal worth within the confines of three or so paragraphs, and being vulnerable to rejection at any point in time (often more than once) is hard. It can take a toll on a person for sure.


Unfortunately, that person was me last night.  Goodness was my mind running a mile a minute; if it was competing in the Boston Marathon, I would have bet my right hand (I’m a lefty so it wouldn’t be that much of a big deal if I was to make an error in my judgement) that it would have left all the other brains in the dust. After a long day of job hunting, I was looking forward to a relaxing night…which for the most part it was. I ended up chatting with one of my dear friends who I hadn’t talked to in quite a while which was nice. I grew up with this amazing girl and even though we now live miles (and states) apart, even though we may go for years without seeing each other, we can pick up right where we left off the last time we talked. I love that! I truly cherish those friendships and am so very lucky to have such wonderful people in my life. After some much-needed and appreciated girl talk, I put on my face paint (okay, not really but I totally thought about it!) and cheered on my Brewers to victory after an incredible game against the Card’s last night. GO BREWERS!! They are making their way to the playoffs one bat swing and double play at a time, I can just feel it…knock on wood of course. Their last game in the series against St. Louis is tonight, just FYI 🙂 After a rousing game, I partook in a little post-game celebration: some pretty darn delicious cookies and milk–courtesy of Nabisco and Golden Guernsey thank you very much–watched a little Letterman, brushed the old bicuspids and hit the hay–this girl was beat.

Despite how ready for a good night’s shut-eye I thought I was, my brain however had other motives. As I lay on my comfy and cushioned bed, all I could think of was jobs (or in this case, lack there of). And everything possibly having to do with them. Instead of sugar plums and fairies, all that was dancing in my head were resumes, and job applications, and cover letters oh my! I actually felt my brain writing and rewriting these documents, over and over. I was thinking back to what I had submitted earlier in the day, what I could have done better, what I maybe had forgotten to include, what I could include tomorrow, where I could have looked, where I could look tomorrow. Yikes-a-bee!

I tried reading my current book of the month pick (it’s Sarah’s Key and so far, it is soooo good! I will be sure to post a review of it once I’m done) but found myself reading and rereading the same page over and over. I just couldn’t concentrate. I even tried counting sheep my mine were so busy applying to jobs that they has no time to jump those silly fences. So, on to door number two: I skirted into the living room, flipped on the tube and tried to see if a little mindless channel surfing would dull me into a great sleep. Have you ever watched television at 3 in the am? Boy there are some interesting and prime program options to choose from, let me tell you although I have to say, the Home Shopping Network would probably be my favorite. How can you not be sucked in when a greasy, plaid-wearing, Pee-Wee Herman look-a-like with a mullet is pushing amazing products such as:


Fashion forward...or completely backwards?

and this


Taking a 'stick' of butter to a whole other level!

and this


Spray on hair. Donald Trump, you may want to consider this instead.

and this


Why didn't I think of that?

Are there people out there who actually buy this stuff? Oh really? Oops. Although I must say, that forkinator looked pretty darn cool…no pun intended. All that high-quality television viewing must have done the trick because after traipsing back to my room, I was finally able to fall asleep, not a job thought in my head. After a night like last night, I realized maybe I was pushing myself too hard. I usually am not one to stop something unless it is finished–which I have found to be both a good and bad thing–, and that includes this whole job-hunting process. I almost feel guilty if I take a break and do something other than the task at hand. But you know what, a little break now and then is okay. In fact, it is crucial for my sanity. Just like with any muscle, rest is essential to build back up your strength and get ready for the next challenge. From now on, I am officially allotting nap and recess periods for my thinker, a time to rest up and have fun, away from all of the applications, resumes and cover letters.  I might even take my brain on a mini vacation–I hear daydream trips to Tahiti are quite lovely (and cheap) this time of year.

That, or I might just have to splurge and get myself one of those fantabulous forks 🙂

I guess what to take away from everything is that balance is key. Working hard to get something or somewhere is great, but too much can set you back, whether that be in terms of your health, your relationships, and even your work. Work hard, but be sure to play just as hard! Life is way too short!

Speaking of which, I am sorry to be so short with this post but my Brewers are hitting the field as we speak and I’ve got a couch and a bowl of popcorn awaiting my arrival.

Have a great night everyone!

Question of the day: Do you ever push yourself too hard when it comes to work or play?

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