Saturday, August 31, 2013

13 in 2013: Hooks, #4B.


I can't really count this, since I already finished one of these, but it seems like finishing an afghan is enough of an accomplishment to merit a post (even if it's a duplicate afghan).

August 17.


I like the way the colors fell together a little better in this one than the first one, too.  Plus -- the yarn's used up!  Which means I have room!  For more yarn!!  Like I need an excuse to buy more yarn...



Frog days of summer.


Ah, August.  So hot. So sticky.  So many summery critters suddenly showing up around the house.

Like a frog stuck to the front door.


August 24.


And a frog in my bedroom.


August 26.

Not sure how this little guy/gal got into the house -- but I'm glad I got to it before Flannery finished pouncing.  Got 'em back outside unscathed.


Tiny frog, put back outside.

What's making me happy this week.


Something I happened upon whilst flipping channels late one night, courtesy of Bridezillas:



Hmm, I have a couple of friends with weddings coming up...this might be a way to save money on gifts...


Thursday, August 29, 2013

My inner child is thrilled (and probably swinging a makeshift lightsaber around).





(*though really, it should probably be called the Famous Character Test, since it's all fictional characters)

Not unusually for someone my age, I loved Star Wars as a kid.  And when I was really little, Luke Skywalker was my FAVORITE.  All-caps FAVORITE.  I loved Luke Skywalker.  I wanted to be Luke Skywalker.  I also wished Luke Skywalker was my brother, or my cousin, or my next-door neighbor, depending on my mood, and I probably said I wanted to marry Luke Skywalker at some point, too.  Let's just say my four year-old feelings toward Luke Skywalker were loose and ever-evolving. 

I can still vividly remember running around the house in a specific pair of blue pajamas, wielding whatever lightsaber-shaped object I could get my sticky little mitts on (my big brother Dewey had a cool light-up one that I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TOUCH NOT EVER that occasionally got some use after he'd left for school for the day -- sorry, Dewey), dreaming that I was fighting off stormtroopers with Luke Skywalker.  Or sometimes, I was Luke Skywalker.  Again, things were fluid.

Speaking of fluid: the pajamas had E.T. on them, which I recall being well-aware of at the time, but to me, they were my "Luke Skywalker pajamas," and I wore them like a uniform.  I probably wore 'em so much, they were too worn-out to live on as hand-me-downs to my little brother Nick.


Up to something, no doubt...
(The only readily-accessible picture I can find of my not-Luke Skywalker pajamas. 
I was probably talking about Luke Skywalker when this was taken.)

Don't get me wrong -- I liked E.T. an awful lot, too.  But all the Reese's Pieces in the world wouldn't budge Luke Skywalker from my heart.

Of course, then I got older, and started to love a lot of other things.  I moved on.  And then I got even older, and noticed that Luke was kind of whiny sometimes...and then even later on, there were the prequels.  But still, there's a little four year-old piece of my brain that's kind of tickled that maybe, just maybe, even if it's just according to a silly online quiz, I grew up and became a little like my idol.


Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Buggin'.



Look what I found out on the deck tonight.


August 27.


GIANT BUG.  (Well, for around here. They generally don't get very big.)


Size comparison.

At least he was a mellow giant bug who didn't seem to mind me crawling up with my camera.  I probably bugged him more than he bugged me.

What big antennae you have.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Oredock demolition update.


We're getting down to the last gasps...only the big arch on the end is still standing.

August 15.
(August 15)

It moved fast toward the end -- here's a picture from August 13, and there were still a few columns standing.

August 13.

You can also see the barge-like thing that's floating around the area next to the marina -- I think it's part of the sediment clean-up plan from the Superfund issue.

...and they started dropping the chutes.View from the boathouses.
  
  

Happy Flanniversary.


Ten years ago today, I brought home the biggest scaredy-cat ever from the animal shelter in Helena.  Seriously, Flannery hides so much, I think some people assume she's a figment of my imagination.


Threat level orange.
(In her usual spot, underneath the bed.)


You might describe her as skittish...I say she's just selective.


August 21.


Happy Flanniversary, furball!

Monday, August 19, 2013

What's making me happy this week.


You know the end of summer's nigh once the Minnesota State Fair ads come back on the air.


And this one makes me laugh every single time it comes on the radio.

(Specifically:  "Where are the goats? The Nubian goats?")



Wednesday, August 14, 2013

What's making me happy this week.


Bless you, late night TV, and the bountiful harvest of infomercials you deliver onto me.



"You'll almost believe it's real.  In fact, even this live parakeet can't tell the difference."

"And unlike real birds, you can turn Perfect Polly off with the touch of a button."

Friday, August 09, 2013

What's making me happy this week.




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I think I like "Interior Therapy" even better than "Flipping Out" at this point.