There's been something that's been bothering me for quite some time. I mean, I'm pretty upset. Why are there always lone shoes on the side of the street? Not a pair, just one. I mean, how do you lose one shoe? Are they just tossed out? Do they bounce out of a truck bed? Do people choose a favorite and abandon the other?
Do you think, “You know, I believe I did toss my shoe out the window last week. Hmm…was that on 6th Avenue or Main Street?”
There are probably shoes all over the world crying, because they've lost their other half.
I'm about to leave for a class for "glass fusing." You start with a clear flat piece of glass. Then you start layering colored glass into the design you like. Once that is finished, they melt it in the kiln until the glass "fuses" together" and they pull it out and mold it into the shape you like (bowls, platters, etc.) How cool does that sound? I'll post a picture of my oh-so-fabulous creation when it's finished.
I can't believe I have almost 4000 hits on my blog! (although I won't take a guess as to how many are mine...) If we go with the daily average of 13-15 hits, I should hit 4000 by tomorrow! That's helli-cool (to be said in a high-pitched voice - where is this from?)
He sort of mumbled, "Yeah, I guess that isn't the best place to talk. Want to go across the street?"
Yes! Yes! Let's go there again, Murray's, that dump with the rotten food, where everybody looks like a corpse and the coffee tastes like antifreeze! Let's sit across from eachother in a cracked booth by the smudged window in the livid light, like we did last week, and talk and talk and talk!
I think the nicest thing about days is their unexpectedness. It's jolly to wake up like this on a golden fine morning and day-dream for 10 minutes before I get up, imagining the heaps of splendid things that may happen that day. ~ Rilla of Ingleside
The following in an excerpt from a children's book, "Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants", by Dave Pilkey. The evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names, as follows:
Use the third letter of your first name to determine your new first name:
Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:
a = diaper b = toilet c = giggle d = burger e = girdle f = barf g = lizard h = waffle i = cootie j = monkey k = potty l = liver m = banana n = rhino o = bubble p = hamster q = toad r = gizzard s = pizza t = gerbil u = chicken v = pickle w = chuckle x = tofu y = gorilla z = stinker
Use the fourth letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:
a = head b = mouth c = face d = nose e = tush f = breath g = pants h = shorts i = lips j = honker k = butt l = brain m = tushie n = chunks o = hiney p = biscuits q = toes r = buns s = fanny t = sniffer u = sprinkles v = kisser w = squirt x = humperdinck y = brains z = juice
So I went to the vending machine today to get a Butterfinger (yeah, yeah, I know. I go with what my body feels like. But if it makes a difference, my body was saying half a bagel and fruit for lunch, so it kind of balances out...)
Anyway, as I put my 85 cents into the machine, I noticed a bag of Sun Chips hanging precariously from the top corner. So I just nudged the machine a tiny bit, and whoops! they fell down (Plucky go down the hole). I then pressed D5, and not only did I get my Butterfinger, I got TWO!
So for 85 cents, I got two buttery crunchity candy bars and a bag of healthy (sure) chips.
Sad, though, that it was the highlight of my day...
Cinnamon roll for breakfast. Brother married this afternoon. Swam in the sun after that. Cream cheese bacon-wrapped jalepenos on the horizon... This sure does live up to the name of my blog. Mmm hmm...
If you read the front page story of the SF Chronicle, you would have read about a female humpback whale who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth. A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farralone Islands (outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental group for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her .. a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer. They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed gently around - she thanked them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives. The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same. May you, and all those you love, be so blessed and fortunate..... to be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the things that are binding you. And, may you always know the joy of giving and receiving gratitude.