The faithful five or so who follow this public record of things private understand by now that certain components of my personality not only drove the creation of this project, but also interfere with the project's progress. As the one I love most in this world is prone to say, if I "would only obsess as much on the project as I do on the games and movies, I'd have the whole house done." Sadly, this is most certainly true. Yes, I could achieve wonders. For that matter, I still can. I have switched the brain circuitry into GaYaPo mode, and have been exploring the calendar for possible dates, consulting with the weather wizard to make sure that it is a decent weekend. You know, no rain and not so hot I have symptoms for a week.
Right.
Now you know why the 2007 GaYaPo II has been delayed, as it has been too hot or too wet of late. Not to fear, it is upcoming, and I plan to hype and hooplah and use a free ad coupon. I have a few boxes of things all ready to go, priced from previous efforts. I have added new items, mostly stuff that didn't sell via eBay or half.com or get swapped away via SwapSimple. And quite honestly, I am ready to have things moved to new homes. So, as the Mrs. goes back to the grind of educating the precious and precocious and dealing with the parental denials, I go back to focusing my attention on something other than killing off Ordinators or watching foreign films. Granted, I have a church thing to finish off, and I need to throw Momma from the train, and I need to tend to pet issues. The lawn needs mowed... again. The vehicles need to be cleaned up and winterized. Meal preparation is an important distraction, as is personal hygiene. And then there are the bills.
So, if you were wondering what was up lately, now you know. Thanks for caring.
25 August 2007
20 August 2007
Don't stay in one spot too long
I finally got around to preparing some of the "unusual" things I plan to list on eBay. I might even revisit some of the previous items, but without the taunt to Mr. Leno. There is quite a variety of "different" stuff, and while I would love to tell you all about them, I'd rather tease you (oh, loyal reader) into checking out what's currently listed on eBay. OK, just to whet the curiosity appetite, I will tell you about one of the "odd" items that will be up soon. I came about it in a way that requires explanation, which I shall proceed to do now. Granted, it may well become the same explanation I include with the listing, so don't get all bored when you check the listing on eBay. Just sit back and chuckle along with me and the two or three others who will take the time to read the description for the "Bag of Smudge."
Some back story is in order. In fact, I will even use visual aides!! You see, the "Smudge" to which I refer is not what one might automatically think. It might be easy to believe I've gone and done something with the remains of my smoking habit, which I might actually do, but such would not be the case. No, the "Smudge" to which I refer is a lovable, adorable habit I've recently adopted. Et violĂ :
Is he not the most adorable furball one has seen? This is Smudge, so named because, when we rescued him, the Mrs. thought his pudgy face was sooo cute, and I loved his coloration, but didn't want to use some passé moniker like "Smoky," so I came up with "Smudge." The Mrs. liked it, he had no comment, and the name stuck. Heck, he even answers to it now. Take that, silly mutts of the world. What you can't see from this photo is how he looked when he arrived in our house. He had been living the low life at some rural abode, and had obviously been out in the elements. Obviously stemming not so much from any physical ailments or maladies, but rather from the fact that his fur was so matted that he had the equivalent of a shell instead of a coat. I thought I had a photo of his first arrival, but failed to find it. I must rely, therefore, upon the following exhibit as proof:
Yes, that is all from him, collected gently over the course of days and weeks, small portions at a time carefully removed. Why not shave him all at once, you might ask aloud to your monitor? Hmmm. It was winter. It costs money to shear. I owned several scissors. Mostly though, I had a plan. A devious plan. It came from hearing a story on the Today Show about some lady who made a sweater from yarn made from her cat. Hence, one of my new listings for eBay... "A Bag of Smudge."
Is he not the most adorable furball one has seen? This is Smudge, so named because, when we rescued him, the Mrs. thought his pudgy face was sooo cute, and I loved his coloration, but didn't want to use some passé moniker like "Smoky," so I came up with "Smudge." The Mrs. liked it, he had no comment, and the name stuck. Heck, he even answers to it now. Take that, silly mutts of the world. What you can't see from this photo is how he looked when he arrived in our house. He had been living the low life at some rural abode, and had obviously been out in the elements. Obviously stemming not so much from any physical ailments or maladies, but rather from the fact that his fur was so matted that he had the equivalent of a shell instead of a coat. I thought I had a photo of his first arrival, but failed to find it. I must rely, therefore, upon the following exhibit as proof:
Yes, that is all from him, collected gently over the course of days and weeks, small portions at a time carefully removed. Why not shave him all at once, you might ask aloud to your monitor? Hmmm. It was winter. It costs money to shear. I owned several scissors. Mostly though, I had a plan. A devious plan. It came from hearing a story on the Today Show about some lady who made a sweater from yarn made from her cat. Hence, one of my new listings for eBay... "A Bag of Smudge."
