Hooray for Problem Solving!

Here is a photo that was taken somewhere – the where part of it isn’t important at all – not even a little bit at all.

What is important is the ingenuity and the problem solving skills that are being displayed against what could (potentially) have been a real deal breaker. People need water – that is a scientific fact – but water and electrical outlets are not the best of friends – another “scientific fact.” Sooooo in comes a true pioneering spirit that spits in the face of danger for the sake of need. But that spirit does not take the form of moving the water away from the electricity (that would be like admitting defeat) – nor is it in the form of (government subsidized) “duct tape” – my friend – no – indeed just several well placed strips of good old American masking tape were needed to keep this particular party rolling.

This problem has totally been solved . . . now have a drink of water – and move along – little doggie!

Happy (pink/white/red) Cupcake day!

Ants 56

[update #13]

Mister Guy On The Elevator

I was standing in front of an elevator day minding my bees-nass the other day. All kinds of anticipation growing as I watched the floor numbers ticking down down down as the elevator raced towards it’s eventual prize (me). Then all of a sudden as the door opens – and I go to make the first of my (maybe) two and a half steps to enter – Mister Dude goes all the way around me and cuts into the car.

Everything became a bit blurry at that point – because I almost stepped on the guy trying to get in . . . and then I was snapped back to clarity with a speedy quickness as he pulled the biggest moop move that I have seen in at least a hot minute or two.

As I stepped into the threshold – he first hits floor 16 (sixteen) and then he flippin’ pressed “Close Door.”

I mean . . . “Close Door?!?!?!” He totally had no choice but to see me . . . It’s not like he hadn’t just pushed past me to get into the elevator. The worst part was that there was one other person coming in the elevator . . . who was forced into a cockeyed landing when the door nailed her side as she tried to scoot past.

And all I could do was stare daggers at his “I have soup that is better than your soup – probably – if you can even afford soup – you pitiful little person who doesn’t deserve in any way to be riding in my elevator” back.

So official today – the new protocol for if this situation ever happens again – is to immediately press (and probably hold) the “Open Door” button until the other person twitches a bit. If that isn’t enough . . . then measures will be taken to ship Special Agent Socks (Irving to you) in and have him pull some of his “my tongue in you soup” maneuvers.

The new style [part 2]

Shoot – shoot shoot – I wish that I had a proper before/after that I could put up – but those aren’t going to be done until the end of the month . . .

But just know – that I used (some sort of) gel and then brushed my hair yesterday – I look (pretty darn) ridiculous – aaannnddd I am going to try to keep it up for at least a couple of weeks – although I gotta admit – that this is going to be tough to pull off . . .

Ladies and Gentlemen . . .

The New Style!