I like my lobster like my men – red, hot, and smothered in butter.
Happy
Valentine’s
Day
Dee
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on February 14, 2012| 48 Comments »
I like my lobster like my men – red, hot, and smothered in butter.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on February 12, 2012| 171 Comments »
I have an arch nemesis at work. Yes, I have an arch nemesis, no I do not feel lucky.
I dodged a bullet a few days ago. The Demoness stood in front of me flipping through her wedding invitations. A cold chill ran through me, probably the Angel of Death, her buddy, dancing on my grave.
My mind was reeling. I don’t know what you get the Guardian of the Gates of Hell for a wedding present. Can you go with coal and switches? Or should your gift be more traditional, like hellfire and brimstone?
Then she said, “Oh, I forgot I only invited my friends.”
To which I replied, “Wow, guess you only needed one stamp.”
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on February 5, 2012| 125 Comments »
My nephew, the Pistol is five and in kindergarten. He brings home a folder everyday in which the teacher puts a smiley or frowny face and my sister is required to sign it.
When my sister asked for the folder, the Pistol said, “That folder is filled with lies, written by a liar.”
Of course it was a frowny face and read, the Pistol pulled his pants down and sat on a table.
When questioned further, the Pistol replied, “No, I pulled my pants down, then up and then sat on the table.”
His teacher told my sister not to worry about it. It’ll be better once he’s moved to the gifted program.
What the teacher really meant – “Don’t worry about it. It’ll be better once he’s out of my class.”
Posted in humor, shopping, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on January 21, 2012| 244 Comments »
Does anyone else get tangled in their clothes?
I put on a sports bra this morning and the real sport turned out to be trying to get the thing off. I thought I was going to have to cut my way out or call for the jaws of live. I would have considered phone a friend but that conversation wouldn’t have gone so great.
“Hey friend. Whatcha doing?”
“Nothing, what about you?”
“Well, now that you ask, I put on a sports bra. When I tried to take it off, it got stuck. So it’s around my arm pits and I can’t put my arms down.”
The other day, I was trying to put on some wrap thingie and got tangled. I found myself spinning in circles, like my dog when she’s chasing her tail.
Now I remember why I don’t write a fashion blog.
Posted in humor, shopping, Uncategorized, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on January 14, 2012| 122 Comments »
Dear Store Manager,
The Christmas stuff that didn’t sale before Christmas isn’t going to sell now at 30% off. I’m afraid the candy cane door mat, pine scented candles, and reindeer PJs all not happening. You need to cut your losses.
Think of Easter. That grass-skirt clad Santa isn’t going to be cute with colored eggs around it. Besides I hear the Easter Bunny doesn’t like to share.
Posted in family, humor, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on January 7, 2012| 159 Comments »
Yes, I’m still stuck on Christmas. I think I have enough posts to stretch this out to Valentine’s Day, but I’ll spare you.
I hate to be a Scrooge so this is my last Christmas related post.
Things I dislike, intensely about Christmas.
Stores so crowded you have hair in your mouth and it isn’t yours.
Christmas gifts that are chores.
Relatives who sign people up for dating services. That isn’t a gift even if you filled out the questionnaire and created the profile.
Anything of the month, except alcohol and chocolate.
-10 degrees. I don’t care of it’s fahrenheit or celcius. I don’t like it.
Rumors I didn’t start.
Things I love about Christmas.
Rumors I started.
Laughing until you cry because your sisters are so stupid funny.
The faces of little children Christmas morning.
The crunch of snow and the silence of a bitter cold night.
Reliving your childhood with your siblings and cousins.
Snowball fights, sled rides, horses, falling into snow drifts so deep you need help getting out.
Roaring fires, hot chocolate, knowing looks when your crazy elders speak their ‘wisdom’.
Your crazy elders you hope will live forever, but know won’t.
And yes, maybe even the tree you were given. That’s where I’ll be the rest of the day, the six hour journey to get the tree. Hopefully it produces apples of gold, real not gold plated.
And one more thing, remember the Writer’s Digest’s Best Websites Contest. If you read a blog and think, Wow she’s really funny, ignore her and remember me. Instructions provided purely as a public service.
1. Send brief email to writersdigest@fwmedia.com (click now)
2. Put 101 Best Websites Nominations in subject line. (cut and paste now)
3. As an example include some kind of note like
Please consider Deidra Alexander’s Blog at www.deidraalexander.com for your list of 101 Best Website. (copy and paste optional. )
Posted in humor, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on December 30, 2011| 106 Comments »
Writer’s Digest is running a Best Websites Contest. I thought perhaps if you had a favorite website or blog, you might want to know how to submit a nomination. All you need to do is
1. Send brief email to writersdigest@fwmedia.com (click now)
2. Put 101 Best Websites Nominations in subject line. (cut and paste now)
3. As an example include some kind of note like
Please consider Deidra Alexander’s Blog at www.deidraalexander.com for your list of 101 Best Website. (copy and paste optional. 🙂 )
Now, another post-Christmas blog.
Let me begin by telling you my house sits on a one acre lot with twenty trees in front and over thirty trees in the back. This will be important later.
In my family there is a giver of carefully thought out useless gifts. I in my novice attempt to out useless her, I gave her a cake stand. She lives in the mountains and baking is out of the question, high altitude and all. I was giggling to myself until I opened the gift she had for me. But first other victims.
To the person who is allergic to scents of any kind, she gave perfume and highly scented candles. Though I appreciate the hives, not cool.
To the person who has all hardwood floors, a carpet steamer. Good one, a chore.
To the guy with body hair, knit shirt. Need I say more, though I appreciate the attempt at werewolf inspiration.
To a single woman over 20, underwear and flannel pajamas. Don’t complain that she’s single if you buy her and Gramms matching gifts.
And to me, she really went all out. I got a gift, errand and a chore. She gave me a tree. One I have to pickup in a large truck, drag back to my house, get a hole dug and then plant. I learned my lesson, do not try to out gift the master.
And to my fellow suffers, there’s a bottle of tequila and a white elephant gift exchange in my room.
Hey, who brought the cake plate?
Posted in family, humor, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on December 28, 2011| 99 Comments »
First, I’ve released my blog for Kindle in which I will include extra humiliate of myself and family in an effort to get my furnace fixed.
First and foremost, the goals is to make those pesky onesies wish they were twosies. Here are some tried and true methods to aid in that quest.
If your singles are resistant to the process, remind them of how happy it would make their dearly departed parent, grandparent, Aunt and/or pet.
You’ll need to take special care with your females. Remember they aren’t getting any younger. Force them to cook a dish which you can push onto eligible males. Note: Have an exact duplicate ready to switch in the event hers turns out tasting like paste and well you know it will.
Counsel females on allowing their male counterparts to win all games, not singing carols with her Porky Pig voice, and using restrain when throwing snowballs, not that it will help.
You must unload your unattached relatives on every eligible member of the opposite sex, including second cousins as they are still legal in some states. Don’t forget to push your male relatives’ careers or sensitivity, which ever is more applicable. And finally if your female relative is owning property, be sure to point that out to all candidates and their Mommas. Nothing helps like a good, old-fashioned dowry.
(Picture to be added later.)
Posted in children, humor, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on December 23, 2011| 187 Comments »
The great thing about Christmas is you get to see relatives you rarely see the rest of the year. So it is with The Pistol and me.
I have a nephew I like to call “The Pistol”. I rarely see him so I have little influence on him, which makes his actions even more entertaining.
One of my other sisters tried to step in and be the twisted Aunt. (Don’t try this at home. I’m a trained professional.) She started calling the kid Pooter when he was a toddler.
One day she came in and he said, “Hi Aunt Pooter.”
My sister said, “I’m not Pooter, you are.”
He said, “I’m KayKay, you’re Aunt Pooter.”
And The Pistol was born.
To my sister – Out smarted by a two-year old, really?
The Pistol was bored this morning, so I opened Paint on the computer. Here’s his artwork enjoy. He’s five now.
Kid’s concept, Auntie Dee’s typing.
Posted in humor, shopping, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on December 19, 2011| 121 Comments »
One of my male relatives and I have been texting today. He’s planning on study in Italy and is saving money for the trip, so I thought I would send him a list of possible Christmas gifts he could do for me rather than buy something. He’s great at cleaning and organizing. Here’s our texts:
Me: Things you could give me for Christmas instead of a gift. Deep clean my office, organize my pantry or laundry room, build a blog site I can offer through Kindle.
Him: Things I would like for Christmas. Superpowers, a billion dollars, and my own private island. Get me mine and I’ll see about yours.
Me: Very funny, but I’m serious.
Him: So am I. I want super powers.
Me: You have super powers. You’re cleaning man.
Him: My shoe size is 9 and pants size is 30×30.
Me: You want a super hero costume?
I have a feeling he isn’t planning to use his super power for good. 😦