In order to help the headquarters shed a few pounds, me and the dog and the cats and I have decided to throw a bit of a yard sale this coming Saturday (August 5th) . . .
There will be all kind of stuff to pick through – or if you just want to stop by and say “Howdy” – that would be quite a treat too . . . I will be out there in the sun from 9-4 sweating so that other people can come and get my stuff bit by bit and piece by piece.
Hope to see you there!
After being away for the last two (2) weekends (and a few more days in between there if I do say so myself) I have finally managed to compile the results to the first ever “Which ones (ies) do you like more than other stuff?!” . . .
So without further ado (mostly because I am trying to type this with a bandaged finger [quick aside – I “popped” it open when the business end of a chisel knocked against it earlier today while I was . . . uhm . . . probably chiseling something – and now it is both yucky/grody and also annoying to type with – as well as once again – yucky/grody]) – back to the ado now –
Your winners are (and I am giving the top five (5) here:
1) Owlet
2) Cloud
3) Tiger
4) Birds on a Wire
5) And then there was a pretty big tie-up around the fifth (5th) spot . . . and the judges have decided to give the nomination to the little guy with the crown . . . Natty Bumpercar! (I mean it is his “company” after all . . .)
Thank you very much for taking the time to look at my stuff . . . now all I have to do is figure out how to make it all – and if the design that you liked the most didn’t make the cut . . . just hold steady an keep your fingers crossed that this all works out – and soon enough you will be able to fight for that reversible penguin/apple tree bib . . .
Hi all . . . so – I will be away from the world for a few days . . . and I am really really tired right now . . . but I will tally up baby resluts when I get back – and stuff . . . and yawn – and yawn and yawn . . .
[does this seem different from most posts?!]
So while my dog was thinking about his trip up north land this week – he started to getting a bit antsy . . . I decided that the best medicine would be some unregistered/licensed running around at the local exclusive – our dogs and not yours dog park.
Sorry about that whole bit with the “we aren’t in the club for this park – but it is 2 miles from our house so we figure to use it anyway” – but sometimes you have to bend the rules a smidge to get by – and while normally Socks and I are straight shooters – tonight – we were mavericks – living shadow lives just outside of the law – never able to quite fit into the side of the good or the not quite so good . . .
Basically – we went to the dog park – and made a little movie – and then thought “My what an opportune time to explore a whisper of both iMovie and YouTube for the first time . . .” Oh my word – I really do think that I love this YouTube thing what what fun fun will it be – be?! And then an action packed night was had by all . . .
Party over here . . .
And there’s a party over here . . .
There is this nifty phenomenon that I seem to fall into on an occasional basis that I shall (seriously I said that I shall) start to refer to as the “wave through” – which isn’t to be confused in the least bit with the “wave trough” – which is something completely and all together different.
The other day I was walking around one of those big blue (swedish) box stores that I tend to hold so close to my heart – when a (seemingly – I never actually met her) nice lady in her mid-years threw a sparkly smile, eyes that beamed with recognition and one of those waves of over-exuberance that people usually hold for when they really have to pee and they know the answer to the million dollar question and they are being swarmed by mean mean bees my way. I was about ten (10) yards away from her in my own little world drinking a seventy-five (75) cent neon yellow/green fountain beverage when her joy at my presence caught my attention . . . “Hey – that nice lady (who I’m not entirely sure that I have/haven’t met) is really really thrilled to see me . . . perhaps I should make my way over to . . .” And just as I make my move to go and see what in the world she and Steve (and yes – I am now so far into the delusion that I have decided that she is – perhaps – married to some ‘Steve’ – who by the way – I am now guessing is a wiz on the Bar-B-Q – which comes about partially because I have been starving for some ribs the last few days and also because ‘Steve’ is “the man” and how could he not be a wiz at whatever he u his mind too?! – and that is officially too many inconsequential tangents) – blah blah blah – back to me starting to acknowledge my long lost friend when from behind me . . . an actual acknowledgment . . . and from someone that seems to honestly know the woman. And there I am – left trying to pretend that I wasn’t making a beeline into a somehow potentially more awkward (and somewhat hopefully more amusing) situation . . .
Then I scampered away like an injured woodland animal whose injury somehow made him less adorable to the forest around him – and decided to find solace by rushing to another part of the forest – and perhaps that other part of the forest (read: store) would practically give him meatballs and potatoes slathered with gravy and a sweet side of lingonberry sauce – perhaps . . .
Never let it be said that I have any type of memory (really long or short) – I am much like a goose who lets the rain of life experiences slide off of whatever allows water to bead up and then slide off of my . . . uhm – feathers – I guess . . . So it should come as no surprise that not even an hour (1) later as I was perusing the fabrics I fell hard into the same social trap that I had fallen into before . . . (and yes – there are bolts of fabric to peruse – down by the curtains – and sometimes you can find me there . . . making watercolor sketches of things [on a side note – I wish that I made more watercolor sketches. . .]) A swirling vortex of cheer and “Hey great to see you – come check out this crazy bargain that I just stumbled onto . . .” came my way – and like the true blue-blooded moop that I tend to be . . . straight over I went . . . only this time I figured out that I didn’t know the person at all – and pulled my soon to be patented “Smile knowingly at how overwhelming these enormous stores are” and keep on walking to where I was obviously walking before – which wasn’t to you – you “person that I don’t even know a little tiny bit.”
That last little patent thing is still pending – trying to get all of my paperwork together to mail in – until then – here is my bit of advice to avoid the big “wave through” – if anyone ever acknowledges you anywhere (even if it is in your own home) . . . just walk right by – or look intently at a spot above their right shoulder (like there is a spider or a balloon there or something) – and when they go to look at what you are looking at – just disappear . . .
** poof **