Wednesday Word of the Week

This weeks word is.....

LOSER

(loo-zer)

- noun    1) A person who has failed at a particular activity
 2) someone or something that is marked by consistently or thoroughly bad quality, performance, etc
3) Slang - a misfit, especially someone who has never or seldom been successful

I chose this as today's word because for the next few weeks I will be reminded I'm a loser on a regular basis.

Its ROLL- up-the-Rim to win time at Tim Hortons.  Its like I have been cursed - I never friggin win.  Here is a case in point



Can you read what it says at the top?   Please Play Again !  Crap  I'm convinced when they see me coming they reach for the Loser sleeve of cups.

And what is worse is that my Loser status has become somewhat legendary around the office.  Occasionally I will find one of these on my desk....

A Pity Donut!  Imagine the nerve...... Some people win so much that they have to distribute their excess to the sad loser people.   Oh, don't get me wrong - I eat the donut irregardless of the fact it is a pity donut for losers but it is kind of sad. 
As I grope around in the relentless pursuit of free donuts, I worry that my delusional tendencies don't attempt to obliterate all the joy the non-losers experience.  I think maybe all this coffee has made me a little loopy.  Whatever!  (Michelle - that one's for you!)

And no stupid post would be complete without the ultimate creepy loser

Just had to throw that in there since its been awhile since I mocked clowns.  Now I will probably have nightmares!

(I needed to post something silly.  All this mopey whiney stuff lately was getting on my nerves.  It's bad enough when you know you are getting on other peoples nerves but its really bad when you get on your own!)

Scared of Clowns?

I am a 40+ woman and I admit I am scared of clowns! This humorous disclosure comes after getting a wonderful laugh from another blogger buddy's post yesturday. Check out Orange Sinks blog to see the Ugly Man in her basement. Just looking at his picture creeped me out. He and I could NEVER share a living space. So this reminded me of my "Clown Thing".

Seriously, tell me these guys aren't disturbing?? And then there is CHUCKIE! Need I say anymore......


I'm not sure when it happened or how, but its never gone away. My favorite Auntie knew a lady who made handmade dolls, so every special occaision she had one made for me. They were absolutely lovely. All hand-made and stitched. Each face had a unique expression carefully stitched and shaded. True works of art. A special shelve was built in my room where they all were proudly displayed. AND THEN IT HAPPENED - it was inevitable - one year I excitedly ripped open the box and there it was................. a freakin clown!!!!!!

How was I ever going to sleep with that thing in my room?? I tried hiding it, thinking nobody would notice but that didn't work. The shelf "accidentally" broke and fell down once (not sure how that happened hahahaha). But much to my dismay, it was repaired the next day. I was convinced that HE would come to life in the night and choke me or something! My solution was to pile all the blankets up in a wall around my face. My theory was - if I couldn't see him, maybe he couldn't see me!
Well, I am not quite as crazed now, as I was as a child but I still try to avoid them as much as possible. But seriously, who doesn't believe that those ventriloquist dummies really come to life after the man puts them away in the box???