Not that I’m kvetshing, mind you

…but our family traditions are changing.  It’s not an easy thing because, as you know, without Tradition, life is precarious as a fiddler on the roof.  Right?  Right.

So, here’s my short spiel. 

We’ve always used a clothes dryer.  It’s a tradition. The Girl’s mama used one, and her mama’s mama before her.  But, now, we now have to shlep the wet laundry from the washing machine out to the clothesline in the backyard.  Why?  Is our dryer broken, you ask?  No.  Are we trying to save some money, maybe?  No.  So, why do we hang the clothes?  It’s because, over the weekend, we saw the film, Fiddler on the Roof, and Girl was charmed off her feet by this scene.

You’re probably wondering if she now wants me to “find her a find, catch her a catch” and select a future husband for her, too.  No.  We’re not changing things like that; just traditions having to do with laundry.  Oy.

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It’s official: Whiners are annoying

From the “if only they asked me, I coulda told them” file:  A new study says whining is the worst sound in the world.

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Weather Excitement R Us

We’re so easily excited about changes in the weather in Southern California.  Even simple rain causes most of us to stop what we’re doing to walk to the window, look out with wide eyes and say, “wow.”   So, imagine our excitement lately.  About a week ago, we were enjoying beach weather (in the 90’s °F); last night we were treated to a mini-hailstorm accompanied by thunder (aka “fundar” around our house after Girl, still working on her “th’s,” coined the term years ago). Anyway, look at my mother’s patio.  Look at it and say, “wow.”   <:O

As an excitement chaser, I should have found a church service this morning to hear how our strange weather is a sign that we’re living in the Last Days.

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Blogging versatility

Thanks to Sardine Mama for giving me the ever-so-lovely Versatile Blogger Award.  :D

Of course, awards are conditional;  I’m supposed to come up with seven bits of info about myself that I haven’t shared before. 

1. [uhhh…]

While I scrounge for ideas, I’d like to thank SardineMama for the award and kind words.  :)   Go read her seven factoids  – and leave a comment – because she has done a way better job than I will.  :)

And, consider yourself tagged, if you’re reading this.  :)

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ahem

Okay, who’s searching my blog for pictures of “sexy female mermaids without bras”?

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A note to my fellow OC travellers

As I drive around town, I’ve been noticing something new.  You know, it’s one thing to… it’s just that I… oh, nevermind.  How ’bout I just explain what I mean using pictures?

meh

whatever

you look like a complete idiot

What are you supposed to be? The Orange County suburbs calvary? On your way to Target for laundry detergent and new socks for the kids??

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What could it mean?

This afternoon, I cut my leg shaving and LOOK!!!

This image has NOT been altered in any way! :O

Clear as the day is long, my cut looks just like a question mark!!  You see it, too, right?  Can you believe it was made from a plastic safety razor?  Yeah, I’d have a hard time believing it, too – except I was there!  And, I’m being totally honest with you!  And, the picture hasn’t been photoshopped or manipulated either!  Not in the least bit!  It’s my first actual brush with the supernatural and I’m SO excited!  …I just wish I knew what it means.

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Ittt won’tt ccome offff

Husband warned me about the Gorilla Glue. 

It’s amazing!  Just don’t get any on your hands.  It won’t come off.  And it really does expand, just like it says on the bottle.

Thinking to myself: “But, anything comes off with mineral spirits. He must not have tried mineral spirits.  And, a little expansion would be a good thing for what I’m working on (glueing mosaic glass pieces to cement).”

So, like the bottle – and Husband – said it would, the glue expanded.  Way more than I expected.  Worried about how I’d grout, I tried to use small sticks to pull away the glue as it expanded and oozed up from under the glass; but the method was too inprecise and time-consuming.  So, I switched to my fingers.

Yes, I did.

Now, I’ve made a complete mess of my work – and my hands. 

Ohh, whhyyy don’t I listen? 

Don't get any of this on your hands.

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Gasp! Look what the girl dragged in!

Is this better or worse than a dead rodent?

It’s Neighborhood Multi-Home Mega-Garage Sale Season here in the suburbs!  I don’t know which is better: looking at all the weird stuff your neighbors own or later sifting through the stuff that didn’t sell, left curbside in a box marked FREE!  Not only is it a great way to acquire knick-knacks to sell at your next garage sale; the kids love it.  Thankfully, Girl and her friends have outgrown their love of worn, stained, flea-infested stuffed animals and honed their collective sense of humor.  Girl and Friend:  “This looks really inappropriate.  Let’s take it home and watch it!”

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Tweeting dating advice to Al

#Al Gore Pickup Lines is trending!  Now that he’s newly single, everybody wants to help!

A few of my favorites:

• Baby, if you want to see how big my hanging chad is, let’s go to my place.
• Wanna come upstairs for coffee and polish my Nobel Prize?
• The average temperature has climbed 10 degrees Fahrenheit since you walked in here.
• I promise to finish second.

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