I delivered my order to The Woolery yesterday. Glad to have that order scratched off of my Must-Do list.
Today has been spent cleaning the studio. I found a box, unopened, that was brought home from my bricks-and-mortar store. Four years ago. It was full of patterns and little sewing goodies. It made me want to do a little sewing, at least a pair or two of shorts for the girls next door.
I also ventured Into The Upstairs, which has become the catch all. A fire hazard is what it is. When I was weaving rugs, I acquired five boxes of blue jeans for denim rugs. Hello, Goodwill! There are also boxes of books and curtains and bags of clothes. Oh my. But I am done for the day and so I offer you......
A little something to keep you all amused for a few moments.
Web Site Story. Very nicely done, actually, and entertaining to boot.
Puzzles and stuff.
A thing called Rubikcubism. Several boxes of rubik cubes transformed.
Ironic ads from yesteryear. Asbestos, anyone?
Fuzzarelly is Back
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Heat Warning
Saving baby bats. I was all set to be cynical, but the shot at the end made me go "awwww."
Do you feel fat today? Or wrinkled? Or bad at laundry? Or, are you a guy?
And duck. Nice.
All disapproval, all the time.
Not my family reunion. Wish it were.
Stuff that Sweetie likes.
Do you feel fat today? Or wrinkled? Or bad at laundry? Or, are you a guy?
And duck. Nice.
All disapproval, all the time.
Not my family reunion. Wish it were.
Stuff that Sweetie likes.
0 grams trans fat per serving
Lady Euphoria Deathwatch posted about dreaming in cartoons, and wondered if it were weird.
No weirder than my movie dreams starring Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and just recently, Stephen Colbert. (Who is way hot and sexy, in my opinion and at my age.)
But the dream I had Monday night was merely disturbing and sad. In my dream, my (long-dead) mother and I were housemates somewhere and she told me that she was pregnant. IMD, I realized that this was impossible only because it had been 42 years since her last pregnancy. But IMD, that part was glossed over and the real news was that the baby was a girl and I was going to have a sister and I was so happy, so elated and so joyous.
After more weird and unrelated images, I woke up and was so very sad to realize that it was only a dream. In fact, I was depressed and sick feeling for most of the day.
Then on Thursday, at the liquor store - this is real and not a dream - I got hit on by a younger, good looking man. WTF?
Twenty, even ten years ago, I wouldn't have been surprised because I was once cute, way back then. However, the way I look and feel now? What sort of sane, young person would look at me twice? Of course, he may have been insane, drunk, fucked up and/or horny.
It was kind of nice, though.
No weirder than my movie dreams starring Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and just recently, Stephen Colbert. (Who is way hot and sexy, in my opinion and at my age.)
But the dream I had Monday night was merely disturbing and sad. In my dream, my (long-dead) mother and I were housemates somewhere and she told me that she was pregnant. IMD, I realized that this was impossible only because it had been 42 years since her last pregnancy. But IMD, that part was glossed over and the real news was that the baby was a girl and I was going to have a sister and I was so happy, so elated and so joyous.
After more weird and unrelated images, I woke up and was so very sad to realize that it was only a dream. In fact, I was depressed and sick feeling for most of the day.
Then on Thursday, at the liquor store - this is real and not a dream - I got hit on by a younger, good looking man. WTF?
Twenty, even ten years ago, I wouldn't have been surprised because I was once cute, way back then. However, the way I look and feel now? What sort of sane, young person would look at me twice? Of course, he may have been insane, drunk, fucked up and/or horny.
It was kind of nice, though.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
21 and Over
Today's news flash. Got a foot whacked off my hair and feel so much better. The length had gotten unmanageable. Combing out and washing was becoming a chore and easy care was the whole idea of having it long.
Funny thing is, I put it up on top of my head afterwards, in my usual manner, and it looks the same. Go fig.
The foot of hair will go to Locks of Love.
And, boy, am I getting fat.
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