Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Bug Bucket

Our last home had so little mop'able square footage that I took to washing the floors on my hands and knees. Our new place is big enough that the hands and knees mode would be quite taxing. So I went to Target and purchased a mop and a bucket.

I brought home the new, shinny, plain, red bucket and you'll never guess what the first thought was that popped into my head.

"I can't wait to break this sucker in and clean my floors!"

-ya no, ... that's not what I thought. It went more like:
"This bucket is too plain and needs some lady bug dots."

So I got out my sharpie and went to town.

The floor can wait 'till tomorrow.


If I had my own personal grassy hill, and few extra thou. on hand... This is what I would buy The Brain for his birthday.

Its called a Zorb.
Like most things that are awesome, (like bungee) the Zorb comes from the magical land of New Zealand. Those dudes are brilliant!

So, you strap yourself and a trusting buddy into one of these things and have someone push you down a hill. These bad boys average around 20 mph.

Remember when you were a kid and you would lay down at the top of a grassy hill and roll down? ... same concept, except inside A BIG BALL! COOL!

You may even get in touch with your inner hamster ;)

Saturday, January 16, 2010

headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place....
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
(or their husband to wake)

or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
(or just in the car... waiting about
for The Brain to come out
'cause school's finally out)

Everyone is just waiting.
-Dr. Seuss

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Blue Hair

"Isn't my hair beautiful?"

...says The Snake every day, right before I say...

"Put your shirt back on! You're stretching out the collar!"

Looks like he fell asleep before reproach.

It's just a phase. Please Heavenly Father, just a phase?

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Help Wanted

Warning... Whine session:
I'm tired of being the "new girl."
5 Wards in the last 4 years.
I'm tired of having to meet new people. I've been the new girl enough now that I usually don't mind, and I'm confident and outgoing... but I just want some girlies... a new best friend. I haven't had one since Mary Rodgers was my next door neighbor, and before that... Natalie Smathers... who was also my next door neighbor. I guess this time I may actually have to drive to her house, or call her on the phone instead of talking over the fense. This is going to be work... but I'm ready, and I need it.
So, I'm taking applications for my new BFF:
Have a good sense of humor.
Enjoy girly pleasures like pedicures and tea-parties.
Be able to have a meaningful conversation about the book we just read.
Must have kids so we can commiserate.
Must have a uterus, and all the hormones that go with it.
I would like at least two references... and you must give me a non-refundable deposit (just in case it doesn't work out)...
Love 'ya ~ Bug

Monday, January 4, 2010

Bug's Eye Candy

I have no words.
Only drewl...
...that I now have to wipe off my keyboard.