I was cutting through the toy department at Fred Meyer but these unicorns stopped me in my tracks. These unicorns “really poop!” Why is that a good thing? I guess it draws attention away from the fact that they all look like Miss Piggy going to a rave.
If I was a department store Santa, I would say “You’ll poop your eye out kid!” and then shove the little tyke down the slide.
My wife put this book in the Goodwill box. It’s a step in the right direction.
I couldn’t quite figure out why the lady on the cover makes me nervous, aside from the fact that she is bursting out of the photo with a glue gun in one hand, and scissors in the other, and has a smile that says “I’m so angry that I’ve lost my mind!!”
Even more disturbing… I think she is this girl’s mom;
This is the “Trollhouse” geocache we logged a few months ago. I put it on our favorites list just for the novelty of it.
The lady of the house pulled in as we were examining this amazing bit of folk art, but she just sighed and basically said it was her husband’s doing. The creatures that inhabit this structure are sort of disturbing, maybe when he started it was more whimsical, but got darker and more sinister as time passed? I don’t know, but I am glad it is there. And not here.
I was doing a little Christmas shopping today and found this Sophia from the Golden Girls Chia pet. It was sitting on an unrelated end cap, apparently someone changed their mind. The expression on Sophia’s face supports this theory.
Last year they had a Bob Ross. It seems that they choose people with hair that is similar in texture to the plant. This is why you won’t see a Kojak Chia pet.
I keep thinking we are all done moving out of our old house, but today I was upstairs, and happened to look up. THE BIRDS! I almost forgot the (paper mache?) colorful parrots we got at a yard sale so many years ago.
I think the idea was to put in some jungle background sounds, and lots of fake and real flora and fauna, make it a tropical office. We never got around to it, but this new place already has a tropical feel (especially for the Pacific Northwest) so maybe we can figure something out for that.
I chopped down the ornamental banana tree by our front door today, as we are in for a cold spell, I put a tarp over the root and a bunch of banana leaves, grass clippings, and beauty bark over that.
That was such an ordeal, I left the other two alone for now, to fend for their own selves. They sure look sad this time of year. I think they are Musa Basjoo, and I get conflicting information on how to help them survive the winter. This is our first winter at this house, and the lady across the street says that the former owner never did anything at all to those plants. When we moved in it looked like the set of “Gilligan’s Island” out there.
This is a cross section of a banana tree trunk. It looks kinda like an onion from a poorly run hamburger stand. I think the black stripe is from my brushwhacker blade. Probably all the rain we have been getting caused it to be all slimy and nasty looking.
I was clearing some sticker bushes in the way back of our property, and dug up this HUGE shovel head. It must have been for moving… coal? sand? gravel? I don’t know… It would take a bigger man than me to use a shovel like that. Maybe it had something to do with the Green Giant. That dude gave me awful nightmares when I was little.
There’s a lot going on in this Dodge City postcard. At first I thought the guy in the street outside the cigar store had slipped in some horse poop, but apparently the Man in the Yellow Hat has given him lead poisoning. Curious George would be appalled by TMITY’s dark side.
The guy in the yellow shirt at the bottom right, had a WANTED flyer for some dude, and as luck would have it that dude just came up behind him. But the look on his face! Keep your cool man! This old west reenactment show was all very entertaining… Until I saw they hung a guy from a tree on the hill! At the rate people are being shot or hung, pretty soon it will be a ghost town.
Here’s a postcard from the sleepy little town of Oil City, Pennsylvania – but wait! In the lower right, you can clearly see three ex-convicts in drag preparing to rob the post office- doesn’t seem like that would be a lucrative target, but what do I know; the only thing I have stolen is my wife’s heart. The sender wrote, among other things;
“…Am working hard this summer. No joking, I am working 10 hrs. a day and most of the time with a pick and a shovel at that. It certainly does me good.”
He’s a better man than me, I would be whining like a loose fan belt if I had to use a pick and shovel for 10 yours, in the hot Pennsylvania August sun.