Apr 13, 2007 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Seems like a tall order when I can’t manage peace around these parts. Evidently, the Universe ordained it my week to make people angry. I’ve been doing a lot of deep breathing and have even considered contorting my body into odd positions, because a certain person I know keeps telling me it’s a good idea and relieves stress.
However, no amount of breathing could stifle my frustration, when last night at midnight I’m stumbling over piles of clothing I’d already sorted and finding toothpaste grime in the sink. Let’s watch Wende come unhinged. It will be fun. Like fireworks without the sulpher. Oh dear.
Fortunately, IZ finds my little implosions funny. He just giggles and yes dears me until I settle down. But toothpaste grime? Really!! We are not going to talk about grimy boy clothing! (And why does little boy underwear ONLY come in white?? PUH-LESE. Surely black would be a better option than bleaching the heck out of them?)
Anyhow, as a stress reducing measure, the boy and I planted a wee fern in a large glass cylinder, ahem, terrarium. We needed a some Peace on Earth in our home. IZ informs me that a real terrarium would have a cover. Of course, that suggestion was met with a look that said, “Don’t you know the Universe has ordained me to make people angry this week—don’t mess with me buster!”
These are the best photos I could muster—the terrarium is reflecting stuff even when I take the photo from a distance and crop. 40 photos later, nothing but reflection. I don’t know what I did , but obviously, the terrarium is not happy with me either!
Guess it’s a good thing this week is almost over… wonder who will get a turn at the “make people angry stick” next week? It could be you!
Apr 7, 2007 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Maybe because it is Saturday and I’ve been rapidly cataloging merch for the store. OH. MY. EYES. Or, maybe because I’ve had nothing better to do than pester** IZ in Instant Messaging when I wasn’t cataloging merch for the store. But I’m a little loopy. And in my loopy-ness, I decided, between pestering and cataloging, that you should know I’ve been graced by a celebrity. Indeed, the incontrovertible genius that is Seth Green has been posting comments nothing short of Shakespearean brilliance on my little blog!
Want proof? I figured! My readers are nothing if not skeptics!
10. She signs her comment ‘W’ and thinks I’m spam
If a spamma leaves the shizzest comment, then spam I am
What kind of spam machine leaves comments, maybe a borg
But they prolly ain’t no Star Trek fans on Evidently.org
Peace…
Once you’ve been graced by a Celeb sighting on your blog, it’s hard not to ponder all the mysteries of the Universe. Like, why did Seth Green feel the need to tattoo his name on his knuckles? And, why does Seth Green look so hot in Pink? And I wonder where I can get a manicure as groovy as Seth Green’s. Do you think that’s matte polish or shiny? And isn’t it strange how “Seth Green” just rolls off your tongue? Like Brigitte Bardot or Courtney Love. If Seth Green could be any animal in the world, what kind of animal would he be? I think he’d be a Meerkat or an Owl? Have you ever noticed that Owls are usually symbols of wisdom but they perpetually ask the question, “Who, who??”
Seriously, people, my mind is just reeling with all these questions. I’m sure, now that you’ve seen Seth Green, you have questions too! Do share them in the comments.
**thanks for the photo magic, sweetie!
Apr 6, 2007 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
My apologies to those of you who subscribe to bloglines and probably have a glut of of old posting showing up. I don’t use the service, so I’m never sure what you will see when I’m forced to republish.
For some reason, and it’s been a weird enough day that I’d say anything can happen, my Big Drama post decided to make my template a bit wonky. And by a bit, you should know I’m not exaggerating and by wonky I mean, unreadable! With a little guess work, I was able to isolate the offending post and it’s now in perma time-out because I’m sick of futzing with it. (this same post decided to magically write itself in italics for no reason yesterday and I spent 40 minutes struggling to strip the code.)
This means little to you who are Old School and read your blogs straight up—other than the post is no longer there. No, I didn’t take it down because I’m feeling sheepish and embarrassed about my melt-down. I mean, I AM feeling that way, but that’s the not issue. For those of you who are using Bloglines: well, that’s what you get for being so bleeding cutting edge! Sorry for the virtual paper cut.
I’m hoping that I’m not tempting fate by republishing the photo at least. I liked the photo!
Now, commence with your weekend. 😀
Mar 17, 2007 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
. . . to inform you that the author of this blog finds herself a wee bit distracted at the moment. Having fallen prey to the insidious fad rapidly taking over crafting blogs, our author is presently in a heated battle with a granny square manual. Sadly she is losing, as the manual seems to enjoy tossing numbers deviously in her direction. We occasionally hear screams of “DC 3” and “Ch 5”, but we’re loath to check on her progress as those crochet hooks she’s using look lethal. Did we mention our author was a humanities major in college and doesn’t recognize numbers except when they are in direct relationship to the discount she is getting on her purchase? This doesn’t bode well.
Should she prevail, which is unlikely, she will be back tomorrow with her weekly scheduled Sunday Sermon: where her text is surely to reference tenacity in times of trial. Or, maybe it will be entitled, “How I stood up to the devil and won.” We find this prospect unlikely and suggest you don’t hold your breath for tomorrow’s service. We certainly aren’t! We are assured come hell or granny square, the vicar of this blog will be back on Monday.
However, we don’t promise that she we will be in a very good mood.
Mar 2, 2007 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Who says your earrings shouldn’t match your eye color? Not me!
Seriously, I should not be allowed on Etsy. These blue beauties are made by Stephanie Robb of SRDesigns and I have to say they just melt my heart! They’re so delicate yet modern and such a lovely shade of blue. I’m smitten! She’s rocking that camera, too!
Oh, I hear you now… but my eyes aren’t blue, Wende, they’re brown! Don’t worry, I’ve got your doe eyes covered.
Somehow, I think this copper will only serve to highlight all those luscious brown-eyed beauties out there. And how can you resist repurposed beauty? I’m all about the Vintage these days. Courtney Filer-Dougal is a genius!
Last, but not least… you know who you are. (me! me! me!) Everybody loves a green eyed girl. . . especially wearing these:
These beauties are named “Patrick” and. . .really, how appropriate for March. I’m guessing they’d make great patron saints, too! Check them out in Sandy Simone’s shop!
Speaking of March, I’m officially declaring it “Match your eyes” month. You know, just as soon as my eyes are no longer pink!
**All images are the property of the photographer and are directly linked to their product pages. Go check them out!! And if you haven’t been shopping Etsy. . . Why not??
Feb 12, 2007 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
14 Random Things: In no particular order:
- Yeah, it’s probably not a good idea to paint your nails right after drinking a 20 oz mocha and 2 cups of tea.
- My husband thinks I don’t know where the workout room is.
- And because of #2 my husband thinks I won’t notice he swapped out the good headphones on my MP3 player in the workout room.
- Hey, we have a workout room in our basement!
- I shouldn’t be allowed in the workout room unsupervised.
- Water is your best friend when trying to lose weight. So, drink lots of it. Just be warned: it does tend to make you need to pee. A lot: #1 applies.
- I’m grossly overweight. How do I know? My fat jeans ran screaming from my bedroom when I dared to stretch them over my thighs.
- It’s a good thing I don’t own spandex.
- I’m
might be prone to exaggeration.
- Being prone to exaggeration is a genetic defect—it’s Southern.
- #10 doesn’t come close to explaining the Cowboy, but it’s a start.
- Speaking of Presidents. I want this man as my President.
- This is not a meme: so don’t let me catch you replicating it. Lord have mercy if I actually put one of those things into the universe. Shudder.
- I don’t actually have a #14… but I’m superstitious and I hear 13 is unlucky.
