Is Grandma a Badass?

I was wasting my life away scrolling through the internet when I found a hilarious post. A father created works of art based off of the crazy things his three-year-old daughter said. Now I saw these pictures and thought of many of my little cousins and all the crazy shit that they say. So I tag some cousins and a few hours later I receive a gem from one.

Her daughter, who deserves an entire blog dedicated to funny shit she says, had asked her mother a few weeks back, "Is grandma a badass?" "Grandma" being my mom's sister, my aunt, is a badass in the sense that she will wrap you up tight in a blanket, make you chai tea, owns every Disney film available, and will take the very best care of you possible if you are feeling under the weather. She's pretty much Aunt Bee from The Andy Griffith Show. Not the typical definition of "badass" but she is truly badass, no doubt.

This made me think, what are some of my more memorable quotes from my childhood.....

hmmm....

One day my grandpa had asked me for some "sugar" as he was referring to kisses. I told him, "I'm all out."

He responded, "Well looks like you'll have to make some. Where do kisses come from?"

And I loudly proclaimed, "FROM MY BUTT!"


I can only imagine that in my tiny four-year-old brain I had at some point heard an older cousin shout, "kiss my butt," and my tiny brain had deduced that kisses do in fact come from my butt.


Where do kisses come from?

I'm a terrible blogger...

Ok. It's been a LONG time since I've been on here. I suck. I super suck. I don't have any excuses except I've had several busy months.... New Years Resolution is to start posting more on this. haha.





One of my most prevalent thoughts as of late is this; Why can't these protesters take to the streets and sing Les Miserables songs instead of, "F*** the police" or the disgusting, "Pigs in a blanket, smell like bacon" ?

Don't they know a revolution without dancing is not a revolution worth having?

..... I mean if you're going to wear the Guy Fawkes mask.....

**Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of the people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart equals the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!**