this link. Y’all have GOT to check it out, this woman’s house is unbelievable. I’ve gone back and looked at the pictures three or four times and my mind just boggles. Absolutely amazing.
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I have no idea on earth how it can possibly take the spud so long to do a job that it takes me 5 – 7 minutes to do, but every night she’s in there wandering around for 45 minutes to an hour, and every single night she’s forgotten something important like, ohhhhhhhhhh, wiping down the counters or taking out the trash or PUTTING THE FUCKING WINDEX BACK UNDER THE CUPBOARD FROM WHENCE SHE GOT IT.
Molasses runs in her veins, I swear to god.
Every fucking night.
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You snooze, you loose –
Nance has claimed the “You gotta be shittin’ me” blog idea for herself. Woot!
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William Hung (“She bang! She bang!”) has a
page devoted to him. If you missed his audition, you’ve GOTTA check it out, folks.
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So I used to have
four framed pictures hanging on the wall in the downstairs bathroom. Three of them were pictures of Maine that I bought while I was in Maine a few summers ago, and one was a picture of a waterfall in Gatlinburg that I bought while we were – obviously – in Gatlinburg a few years ago. It was a pain in the ass always making sure that they were straight, because if you brushed them even slightly they’d go all askew, and life’s just too damn short to spend ten minutes a day straightening the friggin’ pictures hanging in the BATHROOM.
One day I was at Target and happened to be looking for a picture frame, when I came across a frame that I really liked, a black frame with a mat that had two 4×6 cutouts, and I thought to myself that I could buy the frame, put a couple of pictures that I had taken in it, and replace the troublesome 4 frames with one frame that would showcase pictures I had actually taken myself, because god knows I have 63,000 pictures of the beach in Maine and waterfalls in Gatlinburg.
So I bought it, and had a couple of pictures printed out, and voila!
Top picture, Laurel Falls near Gatlinburg, bottom picture, Popham Beach in Maine.
(I would have taken a picture of it hanging on the wall, but with the glare from the light, you wouldn’t have been able to tell what the pictures were)
I’m such an artiste.
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1. Are you superstitious? Not really, but I don’t believe in borrowing trouble, so I don’t go out of my way to walk under ladders or cross the paths of black cats on Friday the 13th. I also have no desire to spend the night in a haunted house or BRING POSSIBLY HAUNTED OBJECTS INTO MY HOUSE.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition? Those baseball players who have the weird rituals, where they wear the same underwear for six days straight without washing because last time they won a game they’d done the same thing are pretty extreme.
3. Believer or not, what’s your favorite superstition? Oh, “step on a crack, break your mother’s back”, I guess. Even now, I’ll sometimes go out of my way not to step on a crack, because I don’t want Debbie to be stuck caring for my broken-backed mother. Heh.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual? I believe you make your own luck for the most part, but also that it tends to even out in the end. I also believe that what some people see as bad luck, others see as an opportunity. When god closes a door, he opens a window – that’s
Jane‘s favorite saying. I think you should all email her and remind her of that.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not? Ehhhh, I don’t think so, but who the hell knows?
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The Bean sure does love laying under the lamp in the living room.
Spanky, looking worried and confused. You can’t tell in this picture, but he has several drops of water on his nose. The boy cannot drink water without splashing half a gallon of it up on his nose.
Sunset from the back yard. It’d be prettier without the wires, methinks.
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