I wanted a snack. Preferably a sweet treat. This is odd for me, I rarely crave anything sweet. But every once in awhile I do. Sometimes, not very often, I even get a hankering for chocolate. But this night, I just wanted to satisfy my sweet tooth.
The problem: I don’t stock up on goodies because I don’t eat them fast enough.
Last summer I posted a blog about my possessed Toyota. It’s called Trevor Christine if you need to catch up. It occurred to me that some people may doubt the validity of my story. So I decided to prove it. The proof quest took some time because, well, I kept forgetting to document the odd behavior until I was driving. Or maybe Trevor Christine knew what I was up to and foiled my attempts? Hmmm. Continue reading
I’m not into the Olympics. This will become painfully obvious the more you read this post.
I’m barely aware of the fact the Winter Olympics will soon start in Russia. I’ll become aware of it when the games start to preempt my television shows.
So when NyQuil started running commercials featuring Ted Ligety I giggled.
When did the Olympics begin allowing Dr. Seuss characters to compete? How many times will announcers say something such as “Ligety lickety-split!”? Or “Ligety – lookity him go!”?
Surely, it’s not just me.
It’s probably just me, isnt’ it?
Sometimes ignorance provides the most fun.
I could not get to sleep,
I could not sleep, boo-hoo-hoo.
I could not get to sleep
so after night number two
I went to extremes
I dug out my old rocking chair
from storage in the extra room
I kinda keep old clothes there.
Let me tell you a little something about me –
when I speak my face gets red as can be
when it happens I can feel my face heat up, see,
so, it is not really necessary
to point it out to me.
© 2013 ck’s days
I’ve mentioned this before:
Meet my pet monster: social anxiety by ck
Therapeutic Tears by ck
Have you seen emails with “Print Responsibly” and some sort of logo – usually involving trees – at the bottom? A few of my coworkers have it stamped below their signature. I typically giggle when I see it because I envision what irresponsible printing might look like. Perhaps it looks similar to Judy at the copier.
http://blog.urbanbohemian.com/2009/02/18/5006/
Or the next level of slogans might be “Friends don’t let friends print stupidly.” The options are endless.
One day, I muttered it out loud like a good joke.
“What?” my new office mate asked.
I explained it’s at the bottom of so-and-so’s email.
“Oh,” she said. Then bless her heart she added, “You know, you just can’t read some people’s handwriting.”
And she was serious.
Huh. I did not see that coming. Her statement opened a whole new world of silly images for me.
More office hijinks:
Help yourself by ck
Red velvet cookies by ck
F’ar to Midland by ck
My blue little alien is sticky
sticky, sticky.
He is a gift from my buddy
to me, to me.
BUT
he does not stick to the wall,
he does not stick to the wall at all.
He does not stick to the fridge,
he does not stick to the fridge one smidge.
He does not stick to the door,
He does not stick to the door anymore.
He does not stick to the window,
he does not stick to the window SO
Kate said, “Maybe he will stick to the ceiling.”
I replied, “He will not stick to the ceiling I’m believing.”
BUT
Kate became boss and gave him a toss
and I could not believe what I was seeing –
my blue little alien stuck to the ceiling!
AND
he did not want to come down.
Oh, my blue little alien is sure a clown.
© 2013 ck’s days
I have never claimed to be a cook. Or comfortable in the kitchen. In my opinion, Hamburger Helper totally counts as a home cooked meal. I’m usually okay with this. Every once in awhile though, I get a little crazy. I attempt to step outside of my Hamburger Helper box and actually fix a meal. Well, as close as I can get to “fixing a real meal.” Today I had one of those wild hairs.
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