So I recently celebrated my birthday. And if you or someone you know is a Virgo, you will probably notice the tendency for a Type A personality. I think there should be a line of birthday cards created for the various personality traits of astrological signs. If there was, the following card explains the essence of the Virgo personality.
Who’s the most handsome, best looking dog on the block? You are!
You have the most lush fur coat, you sexy beast. Show me those teeth…oh yes, you are a fine specimen of a dog!
Oh! Where’d you come from? How long have you been there? No, I wasn’t doing anything. I certainly wasn’t doing my daily affirmations in the mirror.
Sooo guilty. Plus, I didn’t get a photo of it, but I think at one point, he was actually licking the mirror.
Polished handle on left. (But hopefully you realize that on your own.) I think it may be possible to develop Carpal Tunnel with the amount of polishing I have been doing. Where’s the magic wand when you need one? Several more to polish and then off to the fixtures store to see if I can find “replacements” for other drawers.
My father has a Yuk Yuk Box. What? Your dad doesn’t have one? Well, that is crazy talk, friend.
I love it when I try to pretend I am the perfectly normal one. It doesn’t last long. I mean, it only lasted four sentences in this blog.
The Yuk Yuk Box is a flat cardboard box with about a four inch lip all around. With black sharpey pen, on one short side, is written, “YUK YUK”. My father stores all of his practical joke material in this box. Plastic vomit, whoopie cushion, mustard container that sprays yellow yarn. If it is a practical joke, it is in that box.
I happened to bring up the Yuk Yuk Box during a family conversation one time. And my family is probably what you imagine a bunch of stand-up comedians are like when they get together. Everyone trying to outdo each other. So while we are taking the Yuk Yuk Box and running with it, my father slips off to places unknown. I notice this and have my lone theory of where he has gone. So I yell out, “Daaaaad???! Where are you?!”
And from the bowels of the house, my father responds, “I’m looking for the Yuk Yuk Box.”
After 15 minutes of fruitless searching, my father returns upstairs empty-handed.
I questioned, “So Dad, did you find the Yuk Yuk Box?”
He responds, “No, no luck finding the Yuk Yuk Box.”
I reply, “That’s too bad. It will show up eventually.”
My dad replies, “Yeah, maybe. Well, at least I have the Ha Ha Folder.”
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And people think I am weird? Now you know where I get it from.
So what do you think the Ha Ha Folder includes?
So I had three DVDs sitting on top of my TV for the last three weeks. Okay, maybe you want to double that number to six weeks. And yet I still couldn’t find myself watching any of the three. So the movies sit and sit, because I am not in the mood. So to lessen the load to two this weekend, I finally ventured to watch one. Baby steps, people, baby steps.
And I chose District 9. Here is the basic synopsis of District 9. Shot in documentary style, an alien ship arrives and proceeds to hover over Johannesburg, South Africa. The alien occupants of this ship are quarantined in a ghetto and monitored by humans.
And I have drawn the following conclusions regarding this type of movie:
1. I don’t like movies where aliens look like big ugly insects with claws and fangs.
2. I don’t like movies where an alien emerges from another alien’s stomach or head or any other appendage.
3. I don’t like movies where aliens or any other creatures grow in pods.
4. I don’t like movies where aliens are trying to eat humans.
5. I don’t like movies where big ugly insect aliens speak using some weird language of screeching and clicking.
I came to all five conclusions within 20 minutes of viewing this movie. And then proceeded to watch the last 5 minutes of the movie and called it the end of my District 9 viewing experience.
Now if you agree with me on any of the 5 dislikes listed above then do not watch District 9. And if you like any of the above 5, then this movie is your movie.
And if you agreed with me on the five dislikes above, you are welcome. Consider me your hero. You owe me. Big time. I mean, come on, these were big, gross, slimey aliens.
Sincerely,
Lynne with an Extraterrestial-phobia
I was at the thrift shop last weekend, along with what seemed like the entire population of Escondido. I found this curio cabinet.
It didn’t necessarily have the best of wood but definitely still had a use.
So with some fixture changes, aquamarine velvet and silver paint, I now have a new jewelry armoire.
His real name is Lou, but I like to use his “warrior” name whenever he is sporting the attitude, which is 99% of the time.
My brother always has good intentions when he visits from Northern California. He wanders around my parents’ property, doing random tasks that will hopefully make my parents’ lives easier (sometimes they don’t). Time before last…he laid safety grip tape on the front deck stairs.
And last night, the tape became the latest victim in an ongoing tug of war between Max (in photo) and Jack.
My childhood summers involved climbing avocado trees, tire swings, swimming and falling asleep sweaty and utterly exhausted. Half the time, I would fall asleep in my slightly damp bathing suit. I think about those days now, as I slave away in an office during the summer months. Those days and these days that I live seem so opposite. Is it possible to somehow partially return to those summer days?
Maybe it starts with taking a turn on the old tire swing.
Do you have days where you would like to be this moth? I know I have.
Days where you would like to blend into your surroundings? Kind of reminds me of school days, hoping the teacher wouldn’t pick you to answer the question.
This moth was trying to hide, and yet I found it. I am not normally a fan of moths but this ghostly creature caught my eye on my staircase railing.
So subtle in its beauty. I would like a sweater with this moth’s coloring. I don’t know what kind of moth it is but I think I will name it The Missoni Moth.
Lynne with an E 