Dear Citizens of Planet Earth
You are probably wondering what that 23% rise in planetary joy is all about. Yeah, you are. That happiness is my new dishwasher and the total erasure of that area of stress in my life! No longer will I ponder just blowing my kitchen up to avoid washing the dishes, Now I have a dishwasher!
I used to wonder how cavemen got by without dishwashers and I realized that that’s probably why they died out.
Oh, and for those of you who are like “dude, doing dishes isn’t that bad!”…Yeah, um shut up! okay, shut up.
bunny baby bumpo bam
I have been waiting a long time to post my newest project!!
Jen the master of payroll is having a little girl any minute now. When we discussed what I would make for her, she didn’t know what colors or themes she might have, just that it was a girl and everyone was making her blankets. Well, far be it from me to go with the crowd.
The awesome part of the gift I don’t have a photo for. Anna drew a wonderful and funny one page comic depicting the “little bunny foo foo” story. I was completely awed by her work and I don’t even have an image to share with you. Sad. I’ll see what I can do.
She made her comic based on the items I made for the baby.
A baby bunny suit with a hood and ears!
A baby bunny back end
The outfit is machine washable, but the tail is not so i attached it by button so that it could be easily removed for washing.
Baby bunny ears!!!
you can’t have a baby bunny outfit without baby bunny feet!
Oh my god! Little toes!!
The good fairy that defends the mice and offends the bunny.
I even made little wings for her. I wish I had a better shot of her hair, it was pretty awesome if I do say so myself.
The goon! When you bop the mice on the head you get turned into a GOON!
poor, lumpy, misshapen goon
not only does he have a pointed head but she gave him a big butt as well.
But you know what they say: Hare today, Goon tomorrow!
I also made 3 little mice but forgot to photograph them. I am rather pleased with the entire set. All the patterns are my own original creations with the exception of the mice (that pattern was just so CUTE). I could not find a crocheted baby outfit that looked the way i wanted it to so I sat down and made my own. Let me tell you, it’s one thing to design your own dolls and blankets, but clothing is an entirely different thing. This pattern took 4 iterations and killed 14 trees. In the end, it was exactly what I wanted.
And here are the dogs pretending to be tough.
Do you hear that…..it’s the sound of sanity
It was decided that if I am to maintain a desirable level of sanity I should own a dishwasher. A dishwasher would actually save my life.
A dishwasher means clean dishes
clean dishes means clean kitchen
clean kitchen means more cooking
more cooking means having more people over for dinner
having people over for dinner means feelings of self worth, accomplishment and generosity
feelings of self worth, accomplishment and generosity means I will survive.
Thank god for Craigslist! I got me a portable dishwasher for $50! It’s doing it’s maiden load right now. heh heh heh maiden load. Do you know how heavy a portable dishwasher is? You know those ladies on Jerry Springer that have to be airlifted out of their homes? Yeah, something like that.
I got a dishwasher and if you know me at all, you know how giddy I am.
I shall call him ‘SudBot’
i will save you
A little insight into my mind…
Every morning I drink my uber-caffienated soul varnish coffee drink and by 10:30am I have to pee. Like really really pee. Like stick a finger in the dike and pray for mercy.
I waddle down to the bathroom, knees locked together, butt clenched, toes turned inward. The only thing I need is copious drool to complete the picture.
This is where things get interesting (and you thought nothing could get more interesting than the mushroom girl lurching down the hall yelling at her bladder!). As I entered the restroom I startled a little brown mouse. I startled him, he startled me. In short order I twisted myself over in an attempt to maintain my clenched bladder AND i tried scrabbling at the door.
The mouse was in a panic and running at me and all I could think was “oh my god! he’s so scared, I need to open the door for him”. I was not thinking “help! I need to get out of here” because I’m pretty sure my bladder was still in control of things and snakes in the toilet would not deter it from its goal. In those split seconds I was only filled with sadness for the scared little mouse, I was trying to open the door to help him escape.
Mice don’t need our help. That’s the thing about mice, they do fine without us. He zipped past me and skittered uder the door to safety. That’s when I realized that the door opened out, not in and pulling on the door was not going to open it.
I peed forever and it was the most exhilerating pee!
Then I went to my office to find the same brown mousie had gone under my door (it’s right by the bathroom). So I talked to it and proclaimed it to be the cutest mousie ever and then went to the pest control monitoring book and added him to the list of little brown mousies to be exterminated. I’m retarded, but I’m no fool.
dang
I forgot how frustrating it is to look for a house. everything looks so lovely online! Sellers aren’t really keen to show off their sinking foundations and cracked masonry.
Note to self: if a house is priced $70,000 less than you think it would be, there’s a reason. For every $10,000 less than expected the problems increase exponentially. The busted and ripped off garage door will be the least of your worries. Your real issue isn’t that half the floor is torn up, but that it is torn up in a straight line across the house and you don’t know what manner of monster did such a thing.