I'm going to take a bit of a blog break this week because I have 2 presentations to do and if you know me at all, you know that this is my biggest fear. More terrifying than death and dismemberment. So, I need to do a lot of preparation and practicing and taking-of-Xanax. Seriously, I'm having nightmares pretty much every night.
I have a post set up for Wednesday, but I think that'll be it for this week. I do have some Thanksgiving pictures, but maybe I'll share those next week if I am still alive and sane.
Have a great week, I hope yours is better than mine! In the meantime, here is something for your viewing pleasure:
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
stuff that Bear wants me to blog about
Mr. Bear does not read my blog. However. He has lots of ideas on what I should blog about. Today I am humoring him, even though he will most likely never see this.
Somebody at my job went to a conference in Las Vegas and brought back packs of Barry Manilow gum for everyone. Bear thought it was pretty much the weirdest thing he's ever seen, and I kinda have to agree.
We go to this little restaurant in our town a lot. The food isn't good or anything, but we really like the people who own it. And they have $1 wine night, which helps. Anyway, one day, we saw James Jones there. Mr. Bear was jumping out of his skin. You see, Mr. Jones may be the National Security Advisor and all, but more importantly, he was the 32nd commandant of the Marine Corps OMG. Bear wanted so badly to go over and introduce himself, but he hadn't shaved in a week and he was wearing a hat in a restaurant because it was a bad hair day. So, he settled for stealing surreptitious glances at him while walking over to the bathroom to which he did not really have to go.
That day we went to the wine festival, we were driving along, and Bear goes "Look! It's a P51 Mustang, omigod I have to take a picture!"
He wants me to tell you how impressed I am that he knew that, but really, I'm kind of used to him knowing lots of odd things.
Bear thinks my disapproval of astrophysics is pretty hilarious and he wants me to tell you about it: I disapprove of astrophysics. I don't like the theory of relativity, I don't like the expanding universe or black holes or string theory. Most of all, I hate time-space. Ooooh it makes my skin crawl.
I'll keep stockpiling his ideas and blog about them again someday. Nice change of scenery, eh?
Somebody at my job went to a conference in Las Vegas and brought back packs of Barry Manilow gum for everyone. Bear thought it was pretty much the weirdest thing he's ever seen, and I kinda have to agree.We go to this little restaurant in our town a lot. The food isn't good or anything, but we really like the people who own it. And they have $1 wine night, which helps. Anyway, one day, we saw James Jones there. Mr. Bear was jumping out of his skin. You see, Mr. Jones may be the National Security Advisor and all, but more importantly, he was the 32nd commandant of the Marine Corps OMG. Bear wanted so badly to go over and introduce himself, but he hadn't shaved in a week and he was wearing a hat in a restaurant because it was a bad hair day. So, he settled for stealing surreptitious glances at him while walking over to the bathroom to which he did not really have to go.
That day we went to the wine festival, we were driving along, and Bear goes "Look! It's a P51 Mustang, omigod I have to take a picture!"He wants me to tell you how impressed I am that he knew that, but really, I'm kind of used to him knowing lots of odd things.
Bear thinks my disapproval of astrophysics is pretty hilarious and he wants me to tell you about it: I disapprove of astrophysics. I don't like the theory of relativity, I don't like the expanding universe or black holes or string theory. Most of all, I hate time-space. Ooooh it makes my skin crawl.
I'll keep stockpiling his ideas and blog about them again someday. Nice change of scenery, eh?
Monday, November 23, 2009
fun with linen closets
So, you know how Gmaw likes to stockpile, right? Well, a few weeks ago, Bear and I decided to take a crack at cleaning out the linen closet, which has been the home of many a box of hair dye since the 70's. And other stuff.
Here is a fun little picture I put together - it's the top 2 shelves, plus the bottom shelf and the floor and I photoshopped them together because I am talented like that. (I skipped the middle shelf because that was the only one we were using and it looked pretty normal - just a bunch of folded up towels).
So let's see, what do we have? A floor covered in spare rugs. Have I mentioned Gmaw's penchant for rugs? No? Story for another day, I guess. And, oh, over there on the left is an ancient dust buster, that's pretty great. Let's see, what else?
Oh, here's a jar of boric acid (from Peoples Drug no less)!
Not sure what one would need with a jar of boric acid, but I do know that it is not to be used on the exposed skin of undernourished children.
Ok, what else do we have? Ooooh, here's a blast from my very own past (as opposed to the past that happened before I was born, such as the blast of boric acid):
Remember Coppertone SUNTAN lotion? SPF 4?! It still smelled pretty good too.
Next up: Yager's liniment!
Apparently, "liniment" is good for a "gentle massage" with a "hot moist towel". Do people still use this stuff??
Here we have a nail clipper made entirely of rust:
Sure am glad I got a tetanus shot this year.
There was some jokey Christmas toilet paper that Mowgli happily helped us dispose of:
We found tons of those things you drop in the tank of the toilet that turn the water blue, hair dye, some sort of at-home, do-it-yourself dental torture device (Bear said "hey, I used to have one of these when I was a kid!"), more jokey toilet paper, jars and bottles and boxes of mysterious medicinal substances, separated lotions, decaying perfumes, hotel shampoo bottles, ancient soaps still in the wrappers. I suspect expiration dates weren't mandated until 1980 because we found lots of things that looked older than 1980 but had no expiration date.
Unless....
Here is a rusty little tin of aspirin we found, which encourages you to "Ask your druggist". About what, I don't know. But next to that are the digits "11-14-26". Do you think that's a date?? I seriously would not be surprised if there was a tin of aspirin from 1926 in my grandmother's linen closet. Would you?
In the spirit of this post, I would just like to give a little shout out to this blog I read called Unclutterer. It's helpful if you've got a house like Gmaw's to take care of. Lots of tips and advice on how to tackle a lifetime of clutter, but also some fun things like Unitasker Wednesday.
Here is a fun little picture I put together - it's the top 2 shelves, plus the bottom shelf and the floor and I photoshopped them together because I am talented like that. (I skipped the middle shelf because that was the only one we were using and it looked pretty normal - just a bunch of folded up towels).
So let's see, what do we have? A floor covered in spare rugs. Have I mentioned Gmaw's penchant for rugs? No? Story for another day, I guess. And, oh, over there on the left is an ancient dust buster, that's pretty great. Let's see, what else?Oh, here's a jar of boric acid (from Peoples Drug no less)!
Not sure what one would need with a jar of boric acid, but I do know that it is not to be used on the exposed skin of undernourished children.Ok, what else do we have? Ooooh, here's a blast from my very own past (as opposed to the past that happened before I was born, such as the blast of boric acid):
Remember Coppertone SUNTAN lotion? SPF 4?! It still smelled pretty good too.Next up: Yager's liniment!
Apparently, "liniment" is good for a "gentle massage" with a "hot moist towel". Do people still use this stuff??Here we have a nail clipper made entirely of rust:
Sure am glad I got a tetanus shot this year.There was some jokey Christmas toilet paper that Mowgli happily helped us dispose of:
We found tons of those things you drop in the tank of the toilet that turn the water blue, hair dye, some sort of at-home, do-it-yourself dental torture device (Bear said "hey, I used to have one of these when I was a kid!"), more jokey toilet paper, jars and bottles and boxes of mysterious medicinal substances, separated lotions, decaying perfumes, hotel shampoo bottles, ancient soaps still in the wrappers. I suspect expiration dates weren't mandated until 1980 because we found lots of things that looked older than 1980 but had no expiration date.
Unless....
Here is a rusty little tin of aspirin we found, which encourages you to "Ask your druggist". About what, I don't know. But next to that are the digits "11-14-26". Do you think that's a date?? I seriously would not be surprised if there was a tin of aspirin from 1926 in my grandmother's linen closet. Would you?In the spirit of this post, I would just like to give a little shout out to this blog I read called Unclutterer. It's helpful if you've got a house like Gmaw's to take care of. Lots of tips and advice on how to tackle a lifetime of clutter, but also some fun things like Unitasker Wednesday.
Friday, November 20, 2009
but wait, there's more!
Last time, I said I'd posted the last of the kid pics, but I found a couple more, so here they are for the special one-time offer of three for the price of FREE!
The picture below kind of cracks me up. My dad is on the left, looking pretty ornery and uncomfortable, and the other kid doesn't look much better (if it were in color, maybe he'd be slightly green). I wonder if they didn't like each other, but were forced to sit and pose for this picture together. Or maybe it's the clothes.
Either way, I like to imagine that maybe this is the kid that was terrified of sheep.
When my dad was young, he was pretty well known for his ears. They were impressive. You know those class pictures where they line all the kids up in rows and the teachers stand on the ends and everyone's fidgeting or sneezing or blinking? You could pick him out in the crowd of kids just based on his ears.
He eventually grew into his ears, but it took him a little while.
The picture below kind of cracks me up. My dad is on the left, looking pretty ornery and uncomfortable, and the other kid doesn't look much better (if it were in color, maybe he'd be slightly green). I wonder if they didn't like each other, but were forced to sit and pose for this picture together. Or maybe it's the clothes.
Either way, I like to imagine that maybe this is the kid that was terrified of sheep. 
When my dad was young, he was pretty well known for his ears. They were impressive. You know those class pictures where they line all the kids up in rows and the teachers stand on the ends and everyone's fidgeting or sneezing or blinking? You could pick him out in the crowd of kids just based on his ears.
He eventually grew into his ears, but it took him a little while.
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