I know, duh. I haven’t written anything interesting for about two years, but I think about doing that very thing every day. At least once. Usually more than once. I think about all these things I want to say and share and then when the time comes to post I don’t remember a darned thing. I suspect this means what I wanted to post was not all that interesting in the first place but really, why change things up at this late date?
First, here are some great Picasso-ized Star Wars stuff. Fun!
Next, a good quote for the day from Jessamyn West:
“How can you tell whether or not you have had enough until you’ve had a little too much?”
Next, it’s been so cool here we’ve barely been swimming. So many years, waiting for a pool, and now it just sits there, sparkling in the sun. Where I grew up was much further north and summer nights lasted until 10 p.m. there. Here, not so much. The sun is just about setting around 8 or 8:30 and really there’s only an hour to enjoy it if you get home at 6:00 because of the trees, angle of the sun, etc. etc. etc. The dogs lay by it, that’s about it.
It looks inviting, but only if you enjoy freezing your arse off. I’m too old to enjoy water that is less than about 85 degrees. (That’s 29.4 to you, Az 🙂 )
The last Harry Potter movie is biiiiiig. 2 out of 3 movie tickets sold over the weekend had the words Harry Potter on them. We haven’t seen it yet, but will once the crowds thin out.
That’s actually two weeks ago, haven’t moved my pictures around enough. Should get a new one tonight.
Siriusly cute baby, wot?
Now, go read this and come back. It’s a blog entry, gave me tears from laughing. Here’s a sample:
‘Victor was surprisingly pissed that I’d “wasted money” on an enormous chicken, because apparently he couldn’t appreciate the hysterical value of a 5 foot chicken ringing the doorbell. Then I said, “Well, at least it’s not towels” and apparently that was the wrong thing to say because that’s when Victor screamed and stormed off, but I knew he was locked in his office because I could hear him punching things in there. Then I yelled through his door, “It’s an anniversary gift for you, asshole. Two whole weeks early. 15 YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.”’
That’s as funny as I, Asshole is sometimes. Maybe I just have a thing about chickens.
In other news: I’ve gone to two painting classes recently. Quite fun, because we all drink like fishes while we paint. Really. Mimosas in the morning, beer in the after noon, wine in the evening, or any combination thereof. Now I can say I took a painting class this summer. Bottom line, tho, is that it was essentially paint by number. WAY fun if you’ve never painted before, and the results were rather remarkable. My first one was revolting, and it was mainly a bad pic before I ever got to it, and I tossed it as soon as I got home. The second one was better, Emerald Bay at Tahoe. It’s still pretty ugly as far as pictures go but mine (and every one of the others, really) was as good as the teacher’s and I’m keeping the damned thing.
Me, old, fat, and rather three sheets to the wind holding my presssshhhussssss:
So, what’s new with you?
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I would so be in that pool.
LOVE the painting class… if i could drink and paint? i could check that box… so long as it’s in someone else’s house, mind you. that’s got to be messy…
i’d be in the pool. on a float. the water at the surface warms up better…
Nice post sister. 🙂 Could you get a heater for your pool?
Ok, I got in the pool last night and tonight. Cold but good and the temp outside was hotter today so it felt better. Someday we will get a heater, but it’s a ways down on the list [inner Okie leaking out] so I will grin and bear it. So to speak.
The painting class is in a commercial building and we’re not very messy. We have easels, and paper plates to mix paint in, and the teacher cleans the brushes when we’re done. It’s fun and not tedious at all. I think it ought to be a franchise, or at least duplicated. What a great thing for women of a certain age to be doing on any given Sunday afternoon. Or any day. Or any age, or men. There was a cute young Asian couple behind us Sunday – they knocked back 3 bottles of wine during class. WooHoo!
For those of you who have been around for awhile … I write that first paragraph of the blog about once a year. I think it must be about verbatim by now. But I never remember until a day or two after that I’ve already said that AT LEAST once. Sigh.
Well, first of all, I’d love to be as “fat” as you…
Nextly, what a great collection of STUFF in this blog post. All enjoyable. And which could have made at least half a dozen blog posts… just sayin.
I’ve been doing a blog post a day for ages now. Not because I always have something to say or write about, but because it suits the “life scrapbook” feel of the place (not unlike yours), and it adds a soupçon of discipline to my day.
I would do the post a day if I didn’t have a full time job. Maybe. I’ve never been very strong in the self discipline department.
All I know for sure about self discipline is that if I want to get anything accomplished in a day besides surfing, I need to take a shower and get dressed in the morning. Otherwise I look up and it’s 5:00 and I am still in my stinky pjs.
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