I love funny shirts. I especially love having my kid wear funny shirts. There is usually only 1 problem though…the things are stupid expensive. Here is my list of the best and coolest tees I’ve found lately and their crazy pricing. Maybe I’m just tight with money, but I rarely spend over $10.00 on a top for myself – much less $20 on a shirt my kid will outgrow in 5 minutes.

PS – before we get to the list, I want everyone to know I’m not dead. I’ve been experimenting with a new type of site so my priorities have been elsewhere. No need to panic. I won’t abandon you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

$14.99  In stock,

Hissssss-ssssssss-ssssssss. Kaboom!

Nothing’s worse than spending hours working on a project just to have some jerk come in at the last minute and mess it all up, whether it’s a bully, a thesis adviser, or your boss. Now it’s your turn to be that bad guy. Embrace your inner Creeper!

Retro-graphics. Simplistic gameplay. Minecraft takes gaming back to basics. Punching trees and rocks or digging tunnels, you slowly gather an arsenal of weapons and tools to fend off the spiders, skeletons, zombies, and exploding Creepers that are a constant threat. The exploding Creeper is our nemesis. We know you feel our pain.

Sometimes it’s fun to be the bad guy, though. Taking those dreams and shattering them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Kids are born with this ability and drive. They take things apart to figure out how they work. They immediately stick fingers in any holes they can reach to see what happens. They feed the DVD player oatmeal in case it’s hungry. Somewhere along the way, some folks grow out of this habit (good news for the DVD player). And then there’s the rest of us.

If you’re growing your own little tinkerers, techies, builders, hackers, fabricators, decontructionists, DIY enthusiasts, makers, bakers, or even candlestick makers, you need this shirt for them. Cause you know from personal experience that they can void warranties with the best of them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I think the reason some older people rely on kids to teach them computers is that kids have 0 fear. Kids don’t have that constant “I might do something wrong” dialog in their heads. Because they grew up with computers. Computers are fun. How it should be.

There is nothing more frustrating on this earth than constantly being asked to help other people with their petty computer problems. Especially when they’re older and theoretically more world-wise and should know how to do it on their own! It’s like they think that because you’re closer to the cables and your hands fit into small nooks you somehow automatically become their personal computer assistant. Because, clearly, you have Nothing Better To Do.

Well, no more. This shirt should fend off your parents, your friends’ parents, your parents’ friends, and basically any combination thereof. It says that you are capable of fixing their computers. It’s just that you won’t. The same way they can drive you to the movies every time you want to go, but won’t. A little turnabout is fair-play, we think.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Dark Side gets all the cool toys. You come to the Dark Side, we can guarantee you a cape. You wanna use your powers to get into the movie theater for free? Cool with us. We provide excellent theme music for sitting in time-out in the corner. Use the Force to topple someone else’s stack of blocks or destroy their science fair projects. We won’t tell. Plus, we offer the ultimate prize — cookies! Bet you didn’t know the Sith Lords were a veritable cadre of Iron Chefs in the kitchen. By harnessing the power of the Dark Side, they’ve made these cookies well-nigh irresistible. Can’t you almost smell the scent of fresh-baked cookies, wafting through the airlock….

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There’s only one gift that would make every little gamer baby’s dreams come true: pwnies. Pwnies are just like real ponies except with less mucking out stalls and more fragging of the enemy. What could be better than having your own pwnies to play with? You could braid their manes, feed them apples, equip them with rocket-propelled grenade launchers…. There’s no end to the fun you can have with your little pwnies.*

Two prancing controller-ponies with the phrase “OMG Pwnies!” printed in tan, grey, and red glitter on a black 50% cotton, 50% polyester t-shirt.

* No pwnies were harmed in the making of this shirt. However, the red glitter is genuine unicorn blood. Sorry about that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Geeks. For the most part, we aren’t the most coordinated group of individuals. Sure, in every ragtag crew of us hurtling through the universe, there’s one River Tam, but then there’s everyone else. And when two geeks love each other very much and create a new geek of their very own, that tiny geek tends to inherit some of Mom and Dad’s genetic propensity for coordination or lack thereof. Our advice: don’t let your geekling hold the fine china or carry your Optimus Maximus around the house as part of the parade. That’s just asking for trouble.

So I know, it’s been a while and I’m a jerk for not keeping up with the blog. Poo-poo on me, who cares. I’m here now and that’s what’s important. I wouldn’t keep my baby birds starving up in their nest…there is plenty of crazy to report on after my month long hiatus, TRUST ME.

I’m actually not even sure where to start. Oh no, wait – yes I do. Let’s start with the crazy thing that happened at my daycare.

So everything was hunky dory in the land of little tots. My son had just graduated to the pre-school room, and was loving his new daycare teachers. Then I get the shocking news that…wait for it….my daycare director hadn’t been paying her mortgage on the center, so it was being auctioned on in a few days. Now stay with me here, there are about 50 people who go to this center. Not a single one knew this was happening until this day – when things are too late, and we have literally 4 days to get a new daycare.

Now, if you have children then you’ll probably know that finding a good childcare provider is a lengthy process. I put myself on about 10 waiting lists when I was still pregnant (true story, and we’re STILL on some of those lists)...because that’s how long it can take.

Giving a mom 4 days to find someone suitable to watch their children (or child) full time and not touch them, beat them, withhold food, or ignore them for the TV is like expecting your child to learn to use the potty in 3 hours. Friggan impossible. Add to that about 50 FAMILIES all trying to find care at the same time. It saturates the market. I was pissed.

You know what really grinds my gears big time though? It wasn’t so much that now I had to find something for my son in a time crunch…oh no, that I can handle. It was the fact that this lady – nay, this idiot-dummy-headed lady let the property go into foreclosure and didn’t tell anyone until it was too late. Not even her staff. Ouch.

This sort of stuff you can’t make up…and this is the sort of stuff that only happens to me.

Foreclosure is not an overnight process. You know about it for about 6 – 9 months before the serious stuff happens.

My point is…WTF. Really? REALLY?

So what does a resourceful, strong woman do? I cut back my hours at work and now am a pseudo stay at home mommy. Let’s see how long that lasts before one of us kills the other…either out of boredom or frustration. JUST KIDDING!! Death by toddler is never a funny topic (shivers)…they can be so inhumane.

For the record, I know Chucky isn't a real toddler and is a doll (or action figure for you men out there), however he is the only thing I could think about after I wrote the phrase "death by toddler".

 

Today’s Facebook Ads That Scare Me post has to do with babies, and God. Both are incredibly creepy ads and I’m not sure what to think of the first one. Easter theme maybe?

So this post is totally not going to be PC – but whatever. Like I’ve ever been known to be overly PC…haha! That’s a good one…

So I recently put my son in this gymnastics class for toddlers. He is loving every minute of it. There is a coach and everything.

It’s no pre-requisite for the Olympics, but the 2 year olds love it.

So here is my question…

Is it weird for a boy to be in gymnastics?

I mean – I know there are mens gymnastics teams in high school and college…but there is just something that isn’t sitting right with me.

I know it’s OK, as in -

“blah blah blah let your kids do whatever they want…”

Duh, of course I will let him do whatever makes him happy. I’m just struggling with I guess a personal battle that says: “boys don’t do that sort of thing”.

Before you go getting all preachy on me – I will remind you that we don’t really have sexist boundaries for him. I mean, he has a purple Dora the Explorer kitchen, he loves Ke$ha, and on accident (more than once) I’ve bought him girls pants – WHATEVER! They all look the same on the hanger, like YOU would be able to tell the difference.

So my question to you is….



This is an actual screen shot from my Yahoo! email account. Some jerk-face broke in, and sent about 700 emails with this XXX webcam link (which is in all reality, probably just a virus) to all my contacts, who now I'm sure think I'm some creep who watches porn all the time.

Dear person who hijacked my email account,

As someone who considers herself pretty good with computers, I have to hand it to you; you must be intelligent, creative, and persistent. I also see that you like ShopXxxvideosnow. I however, do not and am disappointed that this was the best you could come up with.

What would your Mother think? Trying to hustle some raunchy website, that probably doesn’t even have nakedness – probably is just a virus. How much money do you make on this – really?

I’ve been wondering what your life is like. What are the experiences that led you to your current hacking activities? Do you have a family that you tuck in at night? A day job? Is this just your recreational activities?

Do enough people respond to your webcam scams and pleas for money that you are able to sustain yourself and those you care about?

Do you enjoy phishing and hacking into accounts and corresponding with strangers who respond to the sexual appeals of  ShopXxxvideosnow?

I confess that the fraud is upsetting and disorienting for me. It is extremely frustrating to lose my contact list and sad to have years of personal correspondence with people and experiences that are important to me ripped from my life. There is also a sense of personal violation and loss of control that comes with the e-mail account and identity theft.

PS – Trust me, if you knew me you would probably pick me as the last person whose identity you’d want to steal.

Good luck with the ShopXxxvideosnow scam. I hope you get caught and go directly to jail where they make their own Xxxvideosnow of you getting tagged by some big burly guy who thinks men who know computers are sexy. Oh, and did I mention I hate you?

Regards,
Mumm-Ra Mommy

 

WARNING – I’m about to geek out and get all nostalgic about the 80′s.

Fraggle Rock was my favorite show when I was a kid.

If you don’t know – it was to the Muppets what the Snorks were to Smurfs. (SIDE NOTE: I always liked Snorks better than Smurfs.)

When I was pregnant the first thing I bought were all the seasons of Fraggle Rock on DVD for my baby. The second or third thing I bought was a puppet stuffy of Wembley, my favorite character.  (He’s the only one wearing and made of ‘cool’ tones. He has a Hawaiian shirt and blonde hair.)

I think the psychology behind why I liked him best isn’t as random as you’d imagine.

Wembley is the youngest Fraggle of the group. He is often cheerful and energetic, but also very insecure. He usually agrees with everybody at the same time, because he hates to argue. Wembley never seems to make up his mind: he even has trouble deciding which shirt to wear, although he owns only two, which are exactly the same.

In fact, “to wemble” is a Fraggle verb meaning “to be indecisive”.

The Wembley puppet was unique because it has the ability to roll its eyes.

Seriously, I told you – it was my favorite show.

Now I thought that most everyone knew what Fraggle Rock was and loved it at much as I did. Then I started talking about it to my friends.

I was so excited to pass this great national treasure on to my child!

To my horror, only 1 person knew what I was talking about. Not even my husband knew what it was. He had never seen it. This blew my mind. Talk about taking the wind out of your sails…

No matter.

Now it’s one of my son’s favorite shows. Not to be rivaled by Thomas the Train – but still, he likes it enough.

And I like it because it’s not the epileptic inducing ninja warrior crap they’re trying to pass off as cartoons now-a-days. Garbage, that is.

BONUS – I get to watch my favorite show as a kid again!

He also will occasionally sleep with his Wembley…and I just can’t help but smile and hope he grows up loving and appreciating them like I did.

So I just watched this awful trailer for some crappy college film. The title was ‘Falls the Shadow’.

** UPDATE ** here is the original video trailer that prompted me to research this title.

The title was interesting, and I wanted to know where it came from. I found the origins were with this poem title The Hollow Men by T.S Eliot. It’s a brilliant poem and just so moving to me. It touches on so many feelings I have about depression, addiction, recovery, and even parenting.

I wanted to share it with my favorite people – my readers! Please enjoy, and you’re welcome.

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

                II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

                III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

                IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

                V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

                    For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

                    Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

                    For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

 

So before I write this post there are a few things I need to clear up. First of all – I very rarely shop at Wal-Mart. Not because of the unfair treatment and wages of the employees…heavens no…because it’s a white-trash paradise and I don’t want to be seen there buying $3.00 makeup or $7.00 jeans. It also smells, and there are always fat weird people running the register…OH and the guy at the front who says goodbye and is handicapped scares me. Mostly because I’m generally afraid of the handicapped. But I digress.

So I decided to go to the Wal-Mart vision center this time for my eye exam to get new glasses. The last place I went was a small privately owned eye place and they charged me close to $400.00 for everything. It wasn’t that great. PS – that’s with insurance.

So here I am…at the Wal-Mart vision center waiting to be taken back. The woman at the front takes my current glasses from me and asks me how old they are.

“Why do you need to know that?”  I was just curious, but apparently I came off as a jerk-face.

“(pause) Because we ask everyone that.”

Still – it didn’t really answer my question. It’s kind of like another thing I had happen to me earlier in the week where a merchant credit card company (the companies that let you accept credit at your store/shop/salon) needed to run my credit report. I asked why, and their response was that “We have everyone do that. It’s just how we’ve done it for years.”

OK. Fine. Wal-Mart 1 – Mumm-Ra Mommy  0.

So I’m taken back into the pre-test room. I’m sure I made some obnoxious joke about hoping I don’t fail, to which the helper-monkey (the ‘We ask everyone that’ girl) probably cracked a smile. I couldn’t tell you, I wasn’t paying attention. Wal-Mart is always a tough crowd.

So they puff the air in my eye and have me look at a picture of a balloon. They take me back into another set of corridors and it’s really quiet. I never thought Wal-Mart would be that quiet. It was crazy.

I meet the Dr. – however I have a hard time calling them Doctors. I mean, it’s not like they’re in an ER sucking the blood and guts out of some car crash victim and patching them up. They just look at you and move the goggle thing around. I could probably do that with a user’s manual.

Anyway, this guy looked about 4’9. That’s fine. No biggie. It’s not like I’m scared of little people.

Wal-Mart. Pffft.

So we finish the exam and he tells me that my vision is getting worse. Perfect.

“Oh, I need to do one more thing before you go. I need to look inside your eye to make sure everything looks healthy.”

“Oh, OK. Sure.”

“So just sit still and look straight ahead.”

“OK.”

…and this is when it got weird.

He starts bouncing up and down around me in a circle with the light pointing in my eyes so I’m mildly blind.

There are few things scarier and more uncomfortable then a 4’9 man bouncing around you with a light shining in your eyes.

Then he gets really close to my face, and I really thought he was about to geek out and get creepy. He just stood there. A solid 20 seconds. His eyes all squinty and his breathing on my face. Gross. I was about to be like… “Uhm, exscuse me?”…but I didn’t.

The he started bouncing again, and I think he looked down my shirt a few times. Overall it was really awful and weird and I felt dirty after.

I’ve never had that experience before. Usually it’s a lot less ‘in your face’. But maybe Wal-Mart has higher standards and they need to be extra thorough. I will just keep telling myself that so that I can sleep tonight.

 

So this post is being written at 1 a.m, after a long, hard, and crazy day of work at a new job. This is my second week doing hair for myself. Previously I’ve worked for other people, done office work, blah blah blah but this is the first time I’ve actually taken home 100% of the cash at the end of the day.

It’s awesome! I love doing what I do – and I’m good at it. Well, I thought I was anyway. Let me explain something…

Back in 2006 I went to Cosmetology School (it sounds more lame than it was). Anyway, I received a degree and was able to work anywhere in the state doing hair. Yipee! Sounds great.

So I did that, for about 2 1/2 years. I had a lot of fun, made some new friends, and really ‘cut my teeth’ as a hairdresser.

Then I got pregnant.

…which was a blessing for more reasons than most people know — more on that another time.

Ok, so I’m pregnant and OH, OH – at this time I was starting to plan on opening my own salon. I had a bank loan, all my paperwork, everything. Plans change, it’s cool.

So I leave hair and get a more conservative (and easier on the gams) desk job. I have a degree in Marketing also – which helped.

So I do this for the next 2 years. That brings us to present day…more or less.

About a month ago an opportunity came to me where I was pretty much offered my own chunk of a salon…as in, a booth rental. There wasn’t really a way I could refuse. I hated my job, and wanted a change so I took it.

That was a week ago. So far it’s been great, and then yesterday happened. I forgot how paranoid and delusional I can get.

A friend of mine told me that when you leave a really bad job – it’s like leaving an abusive relationship. Keep in mind my previous job was pretty f$#@^%! bad. Like, crying almost every week, wanted to just call out everyday bad. The ramifications from that experience tend to stay with you for a while. So naturally – I’m paranoid that I’m doing everything wrong. It’s a horrible feeling when you’re doing something you love and really want to keep doing. It’s like a ghost that haunts you forever though. I still feel like my old boss is just going to poke around the corner and say “Ok – you’ve had your fun. Now get back to work!”.

So anyway, present day. I was rockin’ some great haircuts, meeting some cool people, and all that stuff last week. It was great. Then I had someone come in who wanted a full head of highlights. Let’s just say I’m slightly out of practice. My skill are there, but just need awakening. I’m a little rusty is all.

Back in the day it would’ve taken me about 45 minutes to put the foils in, then process it, then rinse it out. So maybe a total of 1hr 15 min. This girl took me 2 1/2 HOURS!!! What a loser! I wanted to die. Not only that, but the color was slightly uneven. Not so uneven that people would approach her to be in a sideshow – but uneven enough for me. The naked eye wouldn’t notice…but I did. Things like that bother me.

There is this thing that we would call ‘pocket curls’. Sounds cute right? It’s not. It’s when curls or hair would fall out and you put them in your pocket so the client doesn’t see it. It’s not cute at all. It’s mortifying. Seriously – her hair was so damaged already, before I even touched it…that I probably shouldn’t have done the highlight. For the love of money…

So anyway, a few chunks fell out – no big deal. Happens to the best of us. I wanted to puke. I couldn’t understand what I did wrong – then I remembered she had crappy Shaws hair color in her hair too. I hate when people do the store dye. It makes their hair all nutty and unpredictable.

I’m rusty. Tin roof…rusted.

She loved the color. I died a thousand deaths. She was my unknowing pig of guinea. Needless to say I gave her a break on the highlight because it took me about 50 hours to blow her out. People with severely damaged hair take a long time to dry…FYI.

So the saving grace of this story I guess is that my haircuts are still dope. The cuts I’m doing are still fantastic and funky, fresh. That’s something that doesn’t really leave your blood though. Cutting hair is like blue-printed in your soul when you’re a hairdresser. It’s really what you love to do. The other stuff is just gravy. So I figure if I’m doing fantastic haircuts but sucking out on color I’ll chalk it up to being out of practice. I give myself another few weeks before I reflect more seriously on the subject.

I was talking to my husband and I told him that two things are really bothering me about this new job and transition. First – I want to be the best at what I do. In my hay-day I was rockin’ it, hip, stylish, and everyone was always leaving me looking rad. I just don’t feel that right now. Again – probably because I’m rusty. It’s almost like I’m starting over…fresh out of school. I feel like such a noob. Second – I want the other girls at the salon to like me. I’m an only child so I’m a sucker for needing constant approval. I want them to like and accept me, and be like hey — “let’s party”, or “let’s go get a sandwich later”. It’s been a week and I know it takes a while to warm up to someone so I think I’m asking a lot. I have no disillusions — well, maybe I do. Ok I totally do.

Anyway, when you’re doing something you LOVE, finally – you want to be the best, you want to rock it, and you want to make a ton of money. I’m doing what I love, FINALLY – and I’m just hoping the other stuff will come after a while. I mean, isn’t that what they say…that if you do what you like the other stuff will just follow you? I really hope so because I feel like a grade-A loser, freshman year of high school or something. I just want to eat at the cool kids table, you know?

Just like the title says…

I’ve been keeping up with Charlie Sheen and his awesomeness, and I think his most recent debacle – this ‘tour’ is the best thing yet.

Now – don’t get me wrong. I think the guy is a complete nut. Certifiable. But I love that he is owning it, and making BANK off idiots who give him money to watch him fall apart. It’s tragic, hysterical, and really, really tragic. I said that already? Oh, well it is. These MORONS paid $150 a ticket to see this insane show. Of course they got their money’s worth. It was garbage! What do you people expect from him? He’s not Daniel Tosh, and he’s not Tucker Max. He’s not even remotely entertaining when he’s sober.

He’s like the trailer-park version on Tucker Max…in like 30 years from now. Just really, really sad.

Top 10 Moments in Charlie Sheen’s My Violent Torpedo of Truth/Defeat Is Not an Option Tour in Detroit I Wish I Saw

10. Restless, the audience booing;  ”We want Emilio [Estevez].” — To which Charlie replied: ”I already got your f***ing money dude!”

9. Sheen asking: ”Want to hear stories about crack? Who’s done crack?” Sheen, known for his wild partying and rampant drug use, said he thought Detroit would be a good place to tell some stories about crack cocaine. The remark prompted loud, immediate boos.

8. After one of the sustained booing moments, Sheen tried to calm the crowd. ”Come on, guys. You paid to see me,” he said. “… You gave me your hard-earned money without knowing what this (expletive) show was about. I’m here now … and I’m willing to open up.”

7. Sheen took the stage nearly an hour after show time with his two girlfriends, “goddesses” Rachel Oberlin and Bree Olson, who locked lips in a passionate kiss. They also helped Sheen burn a “Two and a Half Men” bowling shirt.

6. Sheen saying: ”They took my awesome children. They took my sometimes groovy job. They tried to take my brain and my heart and my titanium spine.”

5. During the show, whole sections of people in the balcony, chanted in unison, “Refund! Refund!”

4. A live rendition of the National Anthem as sung by two porn stars.

3. Sheen wearing a Detroit Tigers baseball jersey stamped “Warlock” on the back.

2. CS telling one fan to “shut the f*** up.”

1. Sheen promising to “unlock the Vatican assassin inside each and every audience member.”