I looked in the mirror this morning and saw a Chia Pet staring back.
“Time for a haircut,” I thought to myself as I tried my best to make my locks cooperate. As always, they chose not to.
Actually my hair did pretty good considering the fact I should have gotten it cut a month ago. And by pretty good I really mean I chose to ignore its attention seeking behavior. However, after its flagrant display this morning I could not ignore it any longer.
Remember on my road trip when I learned how easy it is to make a YouTube video? No?
Well, it is extremely easy.
Doesn’t mean I should or that it is any good.
Won’t you join me as I go through my Spam folder?
Yep, it’s Wednesday, aka hump day. I’m aware it’s more like a Tuesday because of the holiday on Monday but according to the calendar it’s still Wednesday. And, as anyone who took Monday off can tell you, these short weeks feel LONGER than normal weeks.
So, if you’re like me, you’re counting down until Friday. And it feels so far away still.
Here’s my attempt to brighten your week by sharing a few things that make me giggle. Hope it helps!
BBT is pretty reliable on making me laugh.
How about a classic?
How can you not laugh when the Pillsbury Dough Boy gives his last guffaw?
These are just the ones I could find. What helps you get through the week?
Living by a cemetery can be adventurous. Even if some of the adventures exist only inside my head.
Walking around the cemetery is just under 1.5 miles. It’s a nice walk and gives me time to think. Sometimes overthink.
I just knew I was sick as can be
there had to be something seriously wrong with me.
Of all the people that ever lived in history
no one has ever been quite as sick as yours truly.
Turns out my only malady
is a case of anxiety.
Really?
I thought for sure I was a goner, see,
And this diagnosis doesn’t exactly
help me.
© 2013 ck’s days
I think I need to get away this weekend. Let me explain.
I have a friend – and I’ll leave her name out because she’ll know who she is in about two seconds – who is on Facebook. Right before she joined she was given some safety advice:
“Don’t use your real birthday because people can steal your identity.”
We discuss this every year in August at about the time of her birthday. I admire her fortitude for not changing her profile to her correct birthday date. Way to not give into peer pressure, friend! Even if most of the pressure comes from me.
My first year on Facebook I left my birthday off. But after wishing every single person on the planet a happy birthday the following year – I added mine. If I’m going to wish you a “happy, happy birthday” I want the same in return. And yes, I keep track. But in mature fashion not in a totally childish, petty way.
I try to be respectful. If a friend’s birthday doesn’t pop up in the reminder window then who am I to blab his or her secret? I wish that person a “happy day for whatever reason ;)” Yep, I’m so clever.
Today Facebook said it was her birthday. “No, it’s not,” I said. To be honest, my alter-ego Ms. Cranky Pants has been rearing her grumpy head again causing trouble. It happens every year when I return from my road trip and I’m a little disappointed my better offer didn’t magically fall in my lap a la any Hallmark movie. One day it will. But not this year. So, Ms. Cranky Pants has surfaced and is living up to her name. Thanks to her, I am due for a stern talking-to at work. Thanks for that Ms. Pants.
So, I have been a bit of a cranky stinker. “It’s not her birthday,” I complained. “I’m not going to wish her a second happy birthday.” Because, as you know, to wish somebody a second happy birthday in one year will pretty much cause the apocalypse to rain down.
Later in the day as I perused Facebook posts I saw how a mutual friend handled it: “I’m so glad I get to wish you another happy birthday!”
Well poop. It might be time for Ms. Cranky Pants to get out of town.
I have one goal every Monday morning at 8:00. One objective to motivate me to get out of bed after the alarm goes off (many, many times). That one thing? Friday afternoon. I could be more specific and say lately it has been the discovery of glorious Friday afternoon naps. But that sounds like I just celebrated my 31st 29th instead of my 11th. So, let’s just say my favorite time of the week is when I clock out from work on Friday and walk down the hall toward the door.
August 7: My original plan for the day fell through (due to my poor planning). What to do?
I decided on two objectives:
One, get a picture of the Missouri River.
Two, go shopping – specifically for souvenirs.
One task turned out to be unbelievably easy. The other, seemingly impossible.
The floating head (my apologies) explains day 3 video
August 5 (aka my birthday, aka the best dang day of the whole year): It had a rather inauspicious start. At 4:00am I was awakened to a big THUD coming directly above me. Apparently, the people in the room right above me wanted to get a very early start. And at least one of them was clumsy. And all of them had the singular gift of knowing which floor boards are the creakiest.
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