Out of the Whackadoodle Closet

Whackadoodle-doo, y'all!  I know it's been awhile, but I've been busy counteracting Post-Traumatic-Whackadoodle-Stress-Syndrome.  It fries your brain!!

So, the Whackadoodle Closet: Oh, if I only had a nickel for every time a Whackadoodle jumped out of his closet with both feet, I'd be a wealthy woman!  Thing is, they obviously KNOW they are Whackadoodles, or they wouldn't be trying to be someone they aren't.  And it damn sure isn't a good surprise when they reveal their true identities.  Not like when Superman revealed to Lois Lane that he was really Clark Kent and she was in ecstasy that the two men she was the most hot for were actually the same person.  LUCKY HER.

No, when a Whackadoodle comes out of his closet, it is a WTF moment, for sure.  As in:  WTF, how did I not see that this jackass is a Whackadoodle?  Or, WTF, does he seriously think I want a Whackadoodle in my life?  Or, WTF, yo, what up with the Whackadoodle chiz??  And, also, WTF, how do I get rid of this Whackadoodle?!?!?!

PSA:  Most Whackadoodles, once discovered, do not slink away quietly into the good night.  Oh, no, they want to stick around and A) prove why you should keep them, and B) dissect you and your psyche and C) fling all their emotional poo at you.  (SHIELDS UP!).  And some of them (like my most recent ex-Whackadoodle) are not the least bit deterred by radio silence or the threat of legal action.  **SIGH**  The psyche dissection is my most favorite part of the whole thing.   I LOVE for someone as qualified as a Whackadoodle to tell me every single thing that is wrong with me mentally and emotionally without responding to defend myself.  But flinging poo back at a Whackadoodle just gets them all excited and thinking that there is still a chance you will take them back.  NOT!

So, PTWSS has wiped me out, but I am on the mend and hope to be back with a video post really soon.  I miss talking to y'all!

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Love and light,
Wanda

♪♫ Gypsies, Trash and Freaks ♫♪

Whackadoodle-doo, y'all!  

So far I've mostly only talked about my personal Whackadoodles.  But I have recently discovered about a bajillion of them living inside my television.  At least, I hope to Pete that's where they are, cause if these are real people living in the real world, we are all in a heap of trouble.

What do you think is more distressing:  that people carry on like this?  that they want the world to SEE them carry on like this?  that TV is showing us all this crap?  or that obviously enough people are watching to keep this stuff coming?

Now I'm sure most of us have had a crazy aunt or uncle in the family, but where I come from, you sure as hell don't parade them out for everyone to see.  Bad enough that there might be a rumor or two goin' around about 'em.  God help us all if they happened to get out of their Whackadoodle closet.  Somebody might have to move out of town or somethin'.

I will admit, once you start watching, it is almost impossible to turn it off.  Some of the things that happen on these shows make my jaw drop.  There are some of them I have only watched for about five minutes because of the "Ewwww" factor.   I just pray that most of the avid fans are not watching so as to copy cat these behaviors.  

What is the world comin' to?!

Gypsies

From TLC'S Gypsy Sisters.  I knew people like this growing up but they
never put on airs and called themselves "gypsies."

Gypsy wedding dress

Trash

From TLC's "Hoarders".  I have no words for this.  Except that Whackadoodle #1 came close to making us live like this.

Freaks

Trina enjoys relaxing during coffee enemas. She often reads, emails or naps.
From TLC's "My Strange Addiction"

Chad and his boyfriend Mito organize the mannequins in the new apartment
From TLC's "My Crazy Obsession."  One night these mannequins will come to life and
scare the sh*t out of these dudes.

Magnificent Monday (Video Post Episode 4)

You're Making My Face Do This (Video Episode 3)

Wanda's Ode to Vodka

Have I mentioned to y'all how much I like Vodka (and, yes, it deserves a capital V)??

I like my martinis dirty and there ain't nothin' wrong with that!  Shoot, my good friend Sadie even wrote a little song about how much she loves Vodka.  It goes like this:

"I love you, Vodka.

Oh yes, I do.

I love you, Vodka.

And I'll be true.

When you're not with me, I'm blue.

Oh, Vodka, I love you!"

Me and her sing that song together.  A lot.  Cause she's had her share of Whackadoodle trouble, too.  That's how I know I'm not the only one out there.  So, we get together and have a couple of martinis and talk about the Whackadoodles, and suddenly everything seems tolerable.  Funny, even.  More better than a batch of biscuits!  Y'all know what I'm sayin', right?

Now, I'm not advocatin' alcoholism, or any other ism for that matter.  Everything in moderation, right?  Oh, if only I could teach that to Whackadoodles.  Sadly, you can lead a Whackadoodle to knowledge, but you can't make him THINK!  The good Lord knows I have tried.

But a little Vodka now and then keeps me from going Trailer Park Tanya on some Whackadoodle's *ss.  Keeps me outta jail and the like.  And helps me see the humor in all this so I can share it with y'all.  

Now, I promise y'all another video post real soon.  I am simply dyin' to talk to y'all again! Been trying to recover from Valentine's Day and I will certainly tell y'all that story next time. Right now, it's martini time at Wanda's house!  Cheers and...

Whackadoodle-doo, y'all!

&8~)

Hearts, Y'all

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.  &8~)

Whackadoodle of the Week 2/4/13

Where the hell do I start?  

Now, listen, I'm all for raising a child with a healthy level of self-esteem.  God knows there are enough haters out there to crush anyone's spirit.  But there is a difference between that and an oblivious ego the size of Montana.

The caption on this picture says "Honey Boo Boo called positive example" and the article is referring to a nomination from GLAAD.  Ok, in reading further, I see that GLAAD is citing this positive example because on the show, Honey Boo Boo's uncle revealed he is HIV positive and the folks from GLAAD are happy that LGBT issues are not hidden from Honey Boo Boo's viewers, thereby reflecting "a new American landscape" of acceptance.  I am all cool with that.

What I am not cool with is the fact that TLC (The Learning Channel) has sold out to the bourgeois.  Now instead of learning about this amazing planet we live on and the things that go with it, science, nature, history, we are subjected to the exhibitionistic carryings-on of people creatures that we cannot explain.  It's like watching a train wreck.....you cannot look away.

I am also extremely concerned that TLC has to put subtitles on the screen so people can understand what these yahoos are saying.  It give the rest of us with a quaint and charming Southern accent a bad name.

A close tie for first this week goes to the monster who created this.

Whackadoodle-doo, y'all!