Sunday, August 24, 2008

Not as Good with Oreos

Not as good with Oreos

Seen while driving on the 101.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Holey Moleys

Done! - Crafting 365/243, originally uploaded by blockpartypress.

When I was a kid, my parents never trusted me around a pair of scissors or nail clippers or a hole punch. Not because they were afraid that I would hurt myself but because I tended to get carried away very easily by the act of punching or cutting or snipping.

Often times, my dad would open up the newspaper to bunny shaped holes in the articles and basketweaves in the middle of the classifieds.

When I saw this in blockpartypress's flickr photostream, it immediately took me back to turning scrap to fab with just a single but mighty tool. This is far more deliberate than my old newspaper creations and incredibly polished and dreamy. Hold your newspapers close, people.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Painting the Town Orange

I'm not one to get my toes done. I am tensing up right now just thinking about a stranger rubbing up on my feet and in between my toes. Add to that my exaggerated fear of fungus. My cousin Jennifer on the other hand has immaculate toes and considers pedicure as necessary as flossing and shaving (two more things I am very sporadic about).

While she was here she got her toes "done" and I treated myself to the first manicure I've had in about a year. Jennifer insisted I get something summery since I was leaning toward very neutral shades or deep, deep reds. So, that is how this orange came about:

Orange Nails

For my nails this is the equivalent of a fresh haircut and a new pair of shoes rolled into one. In other words, these nails expect some free drinks.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

You are it.

I have been TAGGED by snarkygirl!

So now I am bound by internet law to share seven little facts about me:

1. I never open my eyes under water.
2. I don't like lotion, especially smelly lotion.
3. My earliest career aspiration was to be a lion tamer.
4. Almost all of my boyfriends have been 6'3" or taller.
5. I can't drive stick.
6. Feet gross me out, unless they are my dog's feet, which smell like Fritos.
7. I've lived on the east coast, west coast, midwest, and abroad.

Since I am on a little vacation of sorts, I am skipping the tagging portion of this task, but if you are one of those energetic kids who sit in the front row waving your hand, please leave a comment so the rest of us can learn more about you!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Family Matters

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Sponge Tongue

My cousins are in town.

This means it's just a matter of minutes before I start referring to you and you and you, as y'all. We won't plan on taking a road trip, we'll be fixin' to hit the road!

Starting today, all dialogue will be spoken at an audible level usually only appropriate at rock concerts or tarmacs. There will be a sound that starts out as laughter but very quickly morphs into a distinct cackling noise. If you are nearby and you hear this sound, you will probably first duck before looking around for the swarm of maniacal turkeys you fear are flying toward your head.

And there will be a lot of talk about gastro-intestinal phenomenon. Accusations will be made and retalatory action will(must!) be taken. People will resort to using their bodily functions for evil-doing, all the while another flock of maniacal turkeys flies overhead.

I will become immediatley aware of the expressions made by an extremely observant 3-year-old, who upon seeing a public bus emphatically announces to the car, "City Bus!!" Because in a week's time after they have gone home, I will shout out to my lone self, "City Bus!!" three or four times each day on my way to work and I will miss them all very, very much. Minus all the farting.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Long Way to Go = Short Time to Get There


This CB Jargon glass is another great thrift store find. I fell deeply in love with this glass the first time I saw it. As the granddaughter and niece of career truckers, some of the phrases on this glass bring back a handful of road stories I heard as a kid. Not to mention, I feel a little like Burt Reynolds in Smokey and the Bandit every time I refer to a Volkswagen as a Pregnant Roller skate.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Walking and Chewing Gum at the same time... not going to happen

When walking the dog today, I decided to take an alternate route. One which, once doggie had done her business, did not have a trash receptacle in plain sight. This is typical, as I can often be seen wandered downtown with a baggie of dog poo in hand. It's just one of the joys of doggie-parenthood. I like to believe it deters weirdos from approaching me (not to mention anyone else).

This evening as we strolled, I started thinking about what needed to be done tonight, this week, and the next couple of weeks with one eye on the lookout for a trash can. A couple of blocks later, I spotted a receptacle in the distance. I went back to my mental list trying to decide whether to vacuum or fold laundry, check e-mail or eat dinner first. Decisions, decisions.

As I went to dispose of the special package, I stopped as if a hypnotist had snapped his fingers. Said receptacle was not in fact a trash can, but a mailbox.

Ten years of bad karma for crappifying pounds of public mail sitting in a hot, metal box: Successfully avoided.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

When Your Boyfriend Makes a Video, Get Involved, mkay?

Natalie Portman in Devendra Banhart's super awesome video:

Friday, August 1, 2008

A Lesson about Flickr and Eddie Murphy

So some time in early July, I saw this little shot of absurdity on Flickr. I hadn't heard of the movie promoting this, just thought how insane it would be to be following the head of Eddie Murphy on the freeway. I assumed it must be a film prop. Turns out it was actually part of the promotion for the movie, so bleh, it's prop for an advertisement, ewwwww.

I love Flickr. I like to ooh and aah and chuckle at all the ingenuity there is on the site. Sometimes I leave a comment hoping the owner will respond (most people do - doesn't that say a lot about the Flickr community)? I also like to see what things other people say.

Anyway, never have I regretted more leaving a comment on this piece of crazy. Every time I check my comments I've left, this thing pops up. It has over 165 comments with 70-something thousand views. Holy Buckwheat! So for the first time in my Flickr history, I deleted a comment to get this image out of my life. Leave me alone, Eddie!!!

By the way, the comment I felt so important to add to the photo?
"This is going to HAUNT me. EDDIE! What have you done for me lately, EDDIE???!!! "

Consider this your exorcism Mr. Murphy.