tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48979894932498074932024-02-20T17:42:03.197-05:00L Oh! V EL Oh! V ETasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897989493249807493.post-66817307821786823652011-03-09T17:04:00.000-05:002011-03-09T17:04:33.206-05:00Videogames + Toothpaste<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://wii.ign.com/dor/objects/14247614/double-dragon/images/double-dragon-virtual-console-20080428073736966.html?page=mediaFull" id="bigImageLink"><img alt="Double Dragon Screenshot" height="280" id="imgGallery" src="http://wiimedia.ign.com/wii/image/article/869/869859/double-dragon-virtual-console-20080428073736966_640w.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
<br />
<strong>(Taking a shower in silence)</strong><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><strong>Clint:</strong> Oh my god! I used to love Double Dragon so much! I really miss playing it. </span><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><br />
Tasha:</strong> What made you suddenly think of that?!?</span><span style="color: #990000;"><strong><br />
Clint: </strong>You were breathing in my direction with morning "dragon breath".<strong> </strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><br />
Tasha:</strong> Nice.</span></div>Tasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897989493249807493.post-19872234621828214082011-02-24T12:24:00.000-05:002011-02-24T12:24:35.503-05:00Comcast Shed a Tear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHIeD5LBMzU/TWaTMZJEbHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/zOPsOJWMQvQ/s1600/nope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="335" l6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHIeD5LBMzU/TWaTMZJEbHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/zOPsOJWMQvQ/s400/nope.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
In 2008, when I (Tasha) was unemployed, we shut off the cable to save money. I had a very difficult time coping with the fact I had a TV in my living room but it would provide me zero joy for months! I kept testing the tv to see if perhaps the cable was still on. NOPE! I finally had to write a note to control my impulses.<br />
<br />
It says:<br />
1) Go to the gym<br />
2) Hang out with Clint and Che<br />
3) Watch TV online<br />
4) Ask friends to watch TV at their house.<br />
<span style="color: red;"></span>Tasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897989493249807493.post-53657941099208601702011-02-23T18:52:00.000-05:002011-02-23T18:52:39.556-05:00Dads...Or, at least mine.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Last week, my dad broke his wrist when my brother unsuccessfully attempted to </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">LAUNCH</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> (his words, not mine) him up onto a shelf to hang a picture. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Yesterday, my mom found my dad in the living room with his toolbox </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">SHORTENING</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> his cast and cutting parts away to make it more comfortable. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Today, he went to the doctors for a checkup and blamed the modified cast on </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">THE DOGS</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">These are my people.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br />
</span>Tasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897989493249807493.post-84742715516803461612011-02-22T18:05:00.000-05:002011-02-22T18:05:26.698-05:00Oh Google!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">An hour ago, I peeked at Tasha's Google search bar and it said:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Can dogs eat bananas or salt and vinegar chips?</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Then, I noticed she had sliced up bananas and put them in the freezer!</span>Tasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897989493249807493.post-58879819630912189032011-02-17T07:46:00.000-05:002011-02-17T07:46:50.485-05:00Spider Eyes<b>(Clint has a sty in the bottom of his left eye that is being watched closely by his optometrist)</b><br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Tasha: How's your sty doing?</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Clint: Eh, the bump seems to be getting bigger.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Tasha: Maybe its actually a sack of baby spiders eggs!</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Clint: Huh?</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Tasha: You know, sackyitis.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Clint: Where's the eye reference?</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Tasha: Ok fine, Occular Sackyitis</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Clint: With a conversation like this, I feel like we should just give back our Master's Degrees.</span></i>Tasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897989493249807493.post-43758387008969110502011-02-15T21:15:00.002-05:002011-02-16T15:27:40.295-05:00Tasha Hates Money<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Tasha is pretty decisive. Yes/No. Black/White. Keep/Throw Away. That's right! Its always a fantastic day around this household when Tasha checks the mail and hastily decides its ALL junk mail and immediately tears it up! Guess what's not junk mail? My $155 reimbursement check from work!!! That's my girl....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Tasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897989493249807493.post-86062599723703303822011-02-13T09:10:00.001-05:002011-02-13T09:37:33.346-05:00Who Has The Phone Number for Hoarders?<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573178237542337538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40TklhX6YIg/TVfoFD6mDAI/AAAAAAAAAsk/iA1kDAlrffM/s320/DSC00959.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8uSdrxzEJQ/TVfoFTwiuII/AAAAAAAAAss/hAjcrVvVm3o/s1600/DSC00962.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573178241795143810" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8uSdrxzEJQ/TVfoFTwiuII/AAAAAAAAAss/hAjcrVvVm3o/s320/DSC00962.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 240px;" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Happy (Almost) Valentine's Day!</span></b> We live in a total sty. We like to say things like "Oh man, someone broke into our apartment again and messed up my closet!" Or, "I'm a working artist and I'll clean up later!" Friends, only visit us on weekends, when we have time to act like civilized people and hide our nastiness.Tasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897989493249807493.post-34952091624386913212011-02-12T20:07:00.000-05:002011-02-12T20:08:10.351-05:00Coming Soon!Probably, like, tomorrow.Tasha + Clinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002330806656553345noreply@blogger.com0