Thoughts on living life as a giant octopus, no really I thought about it.
Eight arms, eight purses yippee!
No feet no shoes, bummer.
I was a Bond girl…..twice
When I get scared I ink myself, how embarrassing.
I’m the Kraken goo goo g’ joob
Rock paper suckers!
Captain Nimo looked like he needed a hug, that’s all.
Disclaimer: This is what happens when someone ask for random. I don’t know if its funny, but I laughed.
With the heat index I guess I’m just looking for cooler temps! Must have Monday, trench coats!
|Canvas with Leather trim Trench
A creative outlet is like a good piece of chocolate, you crave it and are satisfied for a bit before you just want to try another one. If we were created in His image and He is a creator than it stands to reason we would be instilled with that same desire and drive to create. I spend all day doing science and math left brain nerdy things. By weeks end I feel like the right side of my brain is starved and screaming, “Let me create”. I have tried and enjoyed so many hobbies, sewing, jewelry, stamping, glass beads, painting, faux finishing, knitting, crocheting and the list goes on. Recently I sold my remaining glass bead making supplies to a friend. Initially I felt like I was giving up on a hobby or interest. Almost like neglecting a puppy that wants to play. After some reflection it was quite the opposite. I had passed it on for a new life with someone that will use my neglected hobby to feed their right brain. . I had passed it on for a new life with someone that will use my neglected hobby to feed their right brain. My right brain rejoiced “yea another crafty” and I realized it was fun to share what I no longer had a need for. I’ve been on a sewing kick for about a year now. Such a right brain indulgence. I feel like I’ve invested in it to be more than a playful puppy, rather an exciting a new venture. Lets hope so!
So what fuels your right brain, and what have you put up for adoption?
Want to see the new life I was talking about? Take a trip over to Sea of Glass on the blog-sphere and see what Cynthia has been up to!
Disclaimer: Sorry 🙂
I dispise going to wally world. They move stuff constantly, the lines are really long and the poeple encountered, ………. well.
Tim and I invented this game for when there is just no getting around it and we have to go. Its fun to play in the parking lot, the grocery section, electronics, the check out, pretty much everywhere. Make your own list or borrow from this one. I would love to her your Wal-mart bingo experiences.
1990’s Lincold town car with spinners
an entire family in camo
the mullet – bonus is its a she mullet, or shmulet
little kids sucker punching up the produce
Mini van with flames painted on the side
butt crack on isle five
when checking out an associate comments are more than three things in your cart
find something dead
Dogs with opposable digits,so I could make them fold laundry! I don’t know about you but I give that idea two thumbs up, get it thumbs. Oh I crack me up!
|Strider in his lobster costume
|Kalie being lazy and not folding laundry
This adorable coral pink, roomy hand bag from D&G. Look I even found it on sale that should count for something.
I use to blog elsewhere, orgianal air date Feb2008
Disclaimer: When there is a need for a disclaimer you know it is going to get bad. I believe in women’s rights and personally view the purchasing of another human being as “not cool”. I do understand that there are cultural, political and religious practices that apply to marriage that are different than my own. This post is entirely tongue and cheek, mostly to satisfy rebuttal to the Fred Doll blog :).
I have a dear friend that I have always wished I could just materialize for him the perfect woman, right in front of him*poof*. Years ago I even set him up on a double with my best friend, I bet y’all had forgotten about that. I have been joking that he needs to look into the mail order bride business scandal. Pick up a catalogue, pick out a bride, grab a “learn to speak Swedish” audio set, and no problem. They could do a fund raiser at his work; sell tickets to the wedding to cover the cost of the overnight shipping. Who wouldn’t pay money to watch some foreign chick get in way over her head??? (Cheap shot, sorry man) Anyway – I figure like any other sale it’s the add on packages that seal the deal. In this case he asked for a gamer package. I smirked that damaging smile and went with it. I decided she would come with her own pink game controller for every system they make, fetch jolt cola on command, never walk in front of the tv, and can hook up surround sound. What a wicked sweet deal.
I ran this past my friend. He thought it was great. The only problem; he was going to have to get twins, one for his friend. We would hate for jealousy to come between two, ehhm, grown men. So be watching for that UPS truck, gosh I hope there is a this end up thingy on the box.
With my mom visiting these past few weeks we talked about lots of fun memories.
My mother is a marine biologist and an animal lover to the core. Several years back there had been a concern with shore and marsh birds turning up dead with no apparent cause. One summer afternoon mom and I were walking on the beach and she found a dead osprey. She was very concerned and wanted to have her friend at the university perform a necropsy. She picked something out of a nearby trashcan, wrapped it up and we took it home. Looking back at this I really think I should have been one freaked out kid, but that was just what mom did, field work. It was just “no biggie” as she would say.
My dad had been on business trip for a few days and gotten home that night. He went to the kitchen for a late night snack. That’s when he opened the freezer door and out of our harvest gold side by side the osprey carcass flung itself to the floor. I can remember lots of noise and “holy shit, holy shit”. The osprey’s talons had gotten caught on the shelf inside the door, giving it a final flight towards its scrambling prey. Its been over 20 years and dad still brings it up.