Oh, guys and gals, we have so much useless stuff to talk about, and with pictures, too. So if you came to this blog looking for a useful post, this will not be your day. I’m sorry. In fact, I have so much useless sharing to do that I don’t even know where to start. Let’s just go in order of my pictures, shall we? (Not that you actually get a choice. That’s kind of just false hope.)
For those of you who don’t know, I’m all crafty and such. I like to take old things and make them new again. There’s really nothing that’s exempt from this, no matter how ridiculous or trivial it is. What can I say? When you’re sick, you learn to amuse yourself in the only ways possible.
Enter this summer. Picture it, you’re jovially getting out your lawn ornaments (pink flamingos not included) to put out for the summer and you come across one that, well, has seen better days. There’s nothing wrong with the ornament itself, except the sun has taken its toll on it and the once colorful little fella is now void of any life. Most people would go, “eh, whatever” and either toss it on out there or throw it away. Not me. What do I do with them? Paint them. Yes, I’m serious.
After. You can’t say this doesn’t look much happier.
I recently added a new addition to our family. The fish tank, rocks and food from my last fish were all just sitting there staring at me, as if to say, “yo, Lady, you’re wasting our time if you’re not going to get a fish to put in here. Give us a new home. Buy a new fish. Either one, just don’t be lame.” I obeyed the second suggestion. Meet Monroe. (And his so far unnamed decoration friend.)
I learned a very valuable lesson yesterday. Don’t go out with your friends upset. More importantly, don’t go to the mall when you need something while upset. I needed some non-dangly earrings since I only seem to have ones that are talented at dangling and dangling only. I really only wanted one pair, maybe two, maybe a little set of them. Nothing fancy. That’s exactly what didn’t happen.
I have a thing for owls. Totally platonic, I swear. I used to think I just loved owl trinkets and the thought of owls, but not actual owls. Then I started at the wildlife center and we got the sweetest little white owl in, and now I know I really just love owls. I had pre-decided that I wanted owl earrings. The store had them. The only problem was, the store had three pairs of them, all in different sets with five other pairs of earrings, and I wanted them all. What’s a girl who is thinking irrationally to do? Buy all three sets for the owl earrings. Yeah, guys, that happened. But it was so worth it, don’t you think?
I’m probably one of the most cautiously ridiculous people when it comes to falling in love. But, guys, I’ve met the love of my life. Nothing is cuter. The only problem? Her name is Adalind…and she’s a baby duckling. Yeah, so is my life. But look at how cute she is. How can you not fall totally, completely in love with her? Impossible.
Last but not least, you all know how I like to complain about Craigslist. A few weeks back I made a joke that I blamed everyone named Craig for Craigslist. I’ve learned a lesson from it. Saying that ensures that you’ll meet someone named Craig. It also ensures that they’ll be nice and you won’t be able to blame them for Craigslist, which is actually very aggravating when you hate Craiglist. Damn it, Craig(slist)!