Wordless Wednesday: Cheezeball Factor
Classic me. For those who know me, I’m a cheeze-ball sometimes. Enough from the peanut gallery. I can hear my “cool” college friends just totally tearing me to pieces on Facebook (once they see the below pictures of my car) about how GAY I am. You should have heard the trash talk when I was the first of the college crew to take the inevitable plunge and get a minivan (I was also the first to pump out kids). God-forbid, right? Well, I’ve graduated from the good ‘ole mini, but I periodically caught following a popular trend. And, to say I STILL constantly go over the top with things is an understatement.
My cheeziness factor oozes over all the time when it comes to my family, and how proud I am to have accomplished my (never-ending, arduous, tumultous, sometimes rewarding and and often emotionally exhausting) goal of having, and raising, four children.
Anywho, when we bought the beast last year, the yet-to-be-born/purchased cheezy sticker family was screaming my name to hang ‘em on the tailgate. But, I didn’t want the generic stick figures, I wanted the ones that confessed our personalities.
Sadly, the salt and filth of the winter season has laid morbidity on this sticker family. They were all peeling off. Rest their souls. However, I decided that I couldn’t remove them without commemorating them on film:
The stickers on the bottom are:
- Syracuse University (Go ‘Cuse!!)
- Annapolis, MD (ANP) — may very well be on of the Top 5 most charming cities in the World; Annapolis is also where I lived on a cobblestone street for a few years… where Dave and I met… and where Dave took me to propose
- The Leadership Magnet Elementary School that we are so retardedly proud to send our children
Dave has gotten CREMATED by the guys (and girls, actually) for me choosing this image of him.
“Why the hell couldn’t you have chosen one with me drinking a beer, with my hand down my pants, watching football, for crying outloud??” was his response. My comeback?
You’re CLEARLY illustrated on the Home Page of our blog…
what more do you want??
He continued with “you are embarrassing… this is the most cheezeball thing you’ve ever done.”
No worries, honey. The Sticker Family is now RIP.
It was a very sad day in Pleasantville, the day I razored them off.