I'm having a week. A week o' stupid. Nothing hugely significant. Just many small piles of crap.
I don't like when people talk through a big goofy smile. They don't move their mouths then. I don't like when dogs eat my pancakes. I dislike when people don't take a hint. AND I dislike when people are annoying.
I don't like when my hair sticks out.
I dislike when honey drips onto the counter.
It's annoying when I forget to put on socks.
How stupid is it when you look up to see all kinds of gross dust and dirt on the miniblinds?!
Ever notice that under certain lights (like in a parking lot), your car appears to be a different color? Then you wander around like an idiot looking for the car that is RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
I dislike when toothpaste spatters on the faucets.
What about when a wall in the house is not quite straight, and when you hang a picture, there is simply no way to make it look right? If you align to the floor, it looks "off" to the seams of the wall. If you align to the wallpaper, it looks weird to the floor.
What about when a shirt shrinks, but only top-to-bottom, so they're still wide enough, but keep pulling up above your waistline?
And that gross crusty gunk in your eyes in the morning? Yuck.
So there it is. The morning of my discontent.
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Thursday, October 20, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Mental Lint: Giant Bonsai
I was reading Jen on the Edge's post http://jenontheedge.com/2011/10/07/loose-change-and-ephemera/
(I'm sure there's a way to do that in a nicer, prettier way, but this is the best I've got for now) and it inspired me.
Anyway -- I realized that I have some schnibbles of ideas drifting around, and it's helpful to just corral them into one place.
GIANT BONSAI
Several years ago, my husband, Dr. Smartypantz, picked up Bonsai as a hobby. If you don't know, it involves taking little tiny trees and making them (over a long period of time) look like really BIG, OLD trees. It involves wires, teeny little cutters, and cute little pots.
For example:
Aren't they sweet?
Sadly, Dr. S tends to kill them well before they get to the adorable stage. Sigh. Well, his talents lie in other areas. Like baking chocolate cookies.
Anyway. We went out for dinner one night, leaving kiddo #1 with a babysitter! Blissful adult time! So we went to a sushi place in our little Indiana town.
As we pulled up, I admired some beautiful, gnarled trees in front of the restaurant.
"Look! GIANT BONSAI!" I cried.
The hubs looked at the Giant Bonsai, and shook his head. I heard him sigh, "Hon? They just call those things 'trees.'"
Oh. Yeah.
(I'm sure there's a way to do that in a nicer, prettier way, but this is the best I've got for now) and it inspired me.
Anyway -- I realized that I have some schnibbles of ideas drifting around, and it's helpful to just corral them into one place.
GIANT BONSAI
Several years ago, my husband, Dr. Smartypantz, picked up Bonsai as a hobby. If you don't know, it involves taking little tiny trees and making them (over a long period of time) look like really BIG, OLD trees. It involves wires, teeny little cutters, and cute little pots.
For example:
Aren't they sweet?
Sadly, Dr. S tends to kill them well before they get to the adorable stage. Sigh. Well, his talents lie in other areas. Like baking chocolate cookies.
Anyway. We went out for dinner one night, leaving kiddo #1 with a babysitter! Blissful adult time! So we went to a sushi place in our little Indiana town.
As we pulled up, I admired some beautiful, gnarled trees in front of the restaurant.
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| Like this, but not this. |
"Look! GIANT BONSAI!" I cried.
The hubs looked at the Giant Bonsai, and shook his head. I heard him sigh, "Hon? They just call those things 'trees.'"
Oh. Yeah.
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