It's the Bay Area, Bucko, what were you thinking? It never gets sooo hot that you have to take your shirt off. Your man boobs and pale chest offend me.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
What Were You Thinking? Part Two
It's the Bay Area, Bucko, what were you thinking? It never gets sooo hot that you have to take your shirt off. Your man boobs and pale chest offend me.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Serious About the Uke
I had my second uke lesson yesterday and it was great! I really like the instructor. I am learning Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I gotta start somewhere, right?
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Packing is the pits! Unpacking is even worse.
After a long day the last thing I want to do is go through boxes and boxes of crap, especially my crap. Crap that for one reason or another I have convinced myself I need to hold on to. I have no problem getting rid of clothes. I am not one of these people that think I’ll ever fit into jeans again that are a size smaller than I am now. When I’m packing, I get rid of a lot and feel good about giving my trash to those less fortunate to have crap.
I would go all Buddha and get rid of all of my material possessions, but then I think about the money. I haven’t used this stapler for two years, but one day I’ll need it and I won’t want to buy another. The bottom drawers of this dresser have fallen off, but I paid good money for it; I’ll fix it. On the other hand, I maintain a bomb shelters supply of toilet paper, tampons, and paper towels. It’s not like I will never use them.
The part I hate the most about unpacking is finding a home for everything. I always need to spend more money! I need a shelf in the bathroom for my crap. I can’t live without some place to put my baby powder or foot spray that I haven’t used since I bought them. I guess I’ll just put them in this bathroom caddy and place them in this closet and forget about them because I don’t see them everyday and when I need baby powder because my butt cheeks rubbed together more than usual, then I will just go out and buy some more. If I had a shelf in my bathroom, none of this would happen. Maybe not the butt cheeks rubbing together part, but more money wasted.
Packing and unpacking reminds me of how much I waste and spend. Packing is the pits!
I would go all Buddha and get rid of all of my material possessions, but then I think about the money. I haven’t used this stapler for two years, but one day I’ll need it and I won’t want to buy another. The bottom drawers of this dresser have fallen off, but I paid good money for it; I’ll fix it. On the other hand, I maintain a bomb shelters supply of toilet paper, tampons, and paper towels. It’s not like I will never use them.
The part I hate the most about unpacking is finding a home for everything. I always need to spend more money! I need a shelf in the bathroom for my crap. I can’t live without some place to put my baby powder or foot spray that I haven’t used since I bought them. I guess I’ll just put them in this bathroom caddy and place them in this closet and forget about them because I don’t see them everyday and when I need baby powder because my butt cheeks rubbed together more than usual, then I will just go out and buy some more. If I had a shelf in my bathroom, none of this would happen. Maybe not the butt cheeks rubbing together part, but more money wasted.
Packing and unpacking reminds me of how much I waste and spend. Packing is the pits!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Pretty Pretty Nails
I have a new obsession. Manicures. I started off with red, now orange, and next bubble gum pink or grey.
Friday, March 13, 2009
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