Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Mind like a sink hole

I am forever making notes of things that catch my eye in these little notebooks that I have.  Currently, I have three notebooks floating around in the big old bag I carry (IT'S NOT A PURSE!!).  These notebooks slowly fill with doodles, random facts and thoughts, and the myriad bits and pieces that cross my mental path as I wander about the planet.  There is no rhyme or reason to what is in where.  I just stumble across something and jot it down. 

I couple of weeks ago I was thumbing through some old tattered pages and stumbled across this:
No idea what the hell that was.  Posted it on Facebook and someone pointed out that it might be for a brand of bladder control underwear.  WHAT?  Again, no idea.

So today I was going through the books again and found two loose sheets of notes.  They appear to be ideas on things to write.  I am now kicking myself.  I cannot, for my life, remember what went with the titles. 
  • Stabby the Fish Still Likes You
  • The End of the Rainbow is Over That Cliff
  • I'd Visit But It's Too Damn Far
  • Band Aids and Bullet Holes
  • Girls With Squirrely Hands
  • Bumper to Bumper - Aging Out of Warranty
  • I Want to Lick Your Quirks and Foibles
  • Red Light, Green Light, Poo
  • The Acronym That Ate me
 Sigh.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Does my finger smell?



Just read an article titled “The 5 Worst Places to Stick Your Fingers” and Paris Hilton wasn’t mentioned once!   
Your submission for worst place to stick you finger?

http://img03.blogcu.com/images/p/h/i/philton/267799095b0f4f2ffca36f4d734c8676_1262900574.jpg 

It's what on the inside that really matt....Oh wait.  Nevermind.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Today is Sea Monkey Day!

Aren't you happy?  For $1.25 plus postage and handling (back in the day) you could have this:

This is FANTASTIC!! 
How could anything be better than this?  So you begged and borrowed and suffered the jaded opinions of your parents until you had enough money to get these cute (but slightly) creepy little buggers in your house.  With unbearable anticipation you awaited their arrival.
And then they came.  
Well, the kit to start your menagerie came.
After your initial disappointment you re-filled your heart with hope and dumped the powdered peoples into their tiny plastic pool and waited.  
And waited.
And waited.
And, eventually you were rewarded with this:
NOT SO FANTASTIC!

Of course, I'm only guessing.  My Sea Monkeys looked like this:
It had a FANTASTIC smell!!!

Does anybody mind if I take time on Sea Monkey day to be bitter?

Friday, May 09, 2014

It's not a pinch!

It's a teeny tiny, localized, concentrated hug.

Shea is not convinced.