I name this photograph: Adorables in fur form. Whut up.
{photo via onemoretimewithfeeling::img1.socwall.com}
July 29, 2010
I just peed my pretty, pretty portrait pants.
{Wauwatosa, WI…this morning at Stupid-thirty AM}
Good morning, Milwaukee…you saucy lil’ beeeeyatch.
July 28, 2010
one forty plus: Bed
“My whole life I’ve hated going to bed. I like falling asleep instead. Falling asleep is so much better than going to bed because you don’t get tangled up in the logistics. Falling asleep happens for you, even if it means waking up at eight to the sun assaulting your eyes while a block of metal videos are playing on VH1 Classic. Then all you have to do is scamper over to your bed where you can capitalize on how fresh the memory of how to sleep is and instantly dip back into slumber. Going to bed invites performance anxiety. Going to bed means you have to confront a final moment of consciousness. I’m not a fan. I hope you all fall asleep well tonight.” -John Mayer
Yep. It’s 3:15am and I’ve finally made it from my office to my bed. But I’m still propped up, cruisin’ the information superhighway at 80mph.
Mister Sandman….hello???….oh…..ugh. Dang it.
There’s a new blog on the block!
I’m always sharing my foodie adventures via twitter or right here on Discover Sarandipity…why not toss all those yums into one big pot & see what stews?
So that’s exactly what I did. If you like cooking…eating…pretty things relating to cooking and eating…please check it out! :)
Dang. Now I’m hungry….
CNN: Garage sale photos worth $200 million
I recently watched some fluff TV which consisted of an entire program dedicated to interviewing lottery winners & seeing how their lives changed after their big luck-out.
About 9.8 out of 10 just upped the white trash ante. I know. I am such a crotch. But it was true! The gaudy factor was through the split-level roof. I mean, one woman was in her 40’s…she struck it rich & promptly bleached the sh*t outta her head, upgraded everything in her life to nuclear tacky levels (hello giant knights in shining armor…all over her house)…and became obsessed with Paris Hilton. Her little mice dogs were named “Paris Nicole”. Whut. The. Eff.
Anyhoo…I had a point.
Oh yeah! My point is…if I ever strike it rich (err…WHEN I strike it rich!) I want it to be because of my brilliance, talent, or….if all else fails…because I thought “Heck yeah…I’mma gonna plunk down 45 bones for these here negatives that this here garage sale….yahooo!”…to find out they are worth 200 million effing dollars. Because that’s not dumb luck. That’s the ghost of Ansel Adams hand picking you for mega profit. Which is priceless.
{link via kristyk <—love her work!!}
July 27, 2010
I just bought my first Teecycle shirt!
See that Columbia University one in the corner? Yep. It’s mine! ALLLLLLLLL mine! (Don’t tell any Columbia alum…but I plan on chopping it up a bit so it’s a slouchy, one shouldered sexpot shirt. Because I keep it klassy.)
Teecycle is a biz owned by two of my Milwaukee tweeps (that’s twitter friends for those of you living in Antarctica). Teecycle’s mission is to reclaim cool pre-loved vintage T-shirts…one shirt at a time. And now it’s time for the bonus round!! One buck from each sale goes towards revitalizing urban waterways.
That’s a WIN x 2!
You can be cool like me & buy your own cool as hecks vintage shirt at their WEBSITE!
:)
How dahhhhlin’ are these pretties? Too cute. So very Mad Hatter. Yum!
They’re all silicone for perfect baking & they’re just 18 bucks for four…buy ‘em HERE.
Especially if your name is Sawa Boof….whooooo…..you’re getting sleeeepy….you are relaxed….you are baking delish cuppacakes for your buddy, Dipity, in these cutest tea cups……….also…….you are now a duck.
Quack. Quack. Quackquackquackquack!
;)
July 25, 2010
What? Traffic stresses me out.
Jusssst kiddddding!! ;)
I’m bursting at the happy seams about a couple of creative funs I’m working on. All which will be coming atchya, Interwebs, tomorrow! Yay dot org!!
So anyhoozits….I’m a happy Dipity today.
Except I gotta clean my place for an open house….so I should stop procrastinating & get to it…or I’ll be a scrambling, dirty, embarrassed Dipity. Related: Bloody Marys in my future. Ohhhh yeah!
Seeeeee ya!
July 24, 2010
I will miss you, View. Wahhhhhh!!!
{via my home office, Milwaukee, WI}
To have a love like this. That is the goal indeed.
This is a letter written by Ronald Reagan to wife Nancy…
My Darling Wife
This note is to warn you of a diabolical plot entered into by some of our so called friends - (ha!) calendar makers and even our own children. These and others would have you believe we’ve been married 20 years.
20 minutes maybe - but never 20 years. In the first place it is a known fact that a human cannot sustain the high level of happiness I feel for more than a few minutes - and my happiness keeps increasing.
I will confess to one puzzlement but I’m sure it is just some trick perpetrated by our friends - (Ha again!) I can’t remember ever being without you and I know I was born more than 20 mins ago.
Oh well - that isn’t important. The important thing is I don’t want to be without you for the next 20 years, or 40, or however many there are. I’ve gotten very used to being happy and I love you very much indeed.
Your Husband of 20 something or other.
July 23, 2010
Right now I feel like my head is a giant hot air balloon that keeps getting bounced around by passing planes & giant pterodactyls & twistahs & you know….,etc. That’s what untreated crazy-ass ADD feels like….(it’s untreated because my doctor refuses to give out meds saying the side effects far outweigh the effectiveness……Calling Dr. Jerkmuffin.)
Anyhoo….I have a ton of really fun, really exciting projects in the works….they’re all creative and schpecial and making my head feel like a gyroscope on speed.
What do do when you have speedy gyroscope-head?
Distract yourself with pretty things….but of course! So here is the pretty thing in front of my face at the moment. I love me some buntings…and I love me some letters….so BIPPITY-BOPPITY-BOOP! I present to you FREE DOWNLOADABLE BUNTING LETTERS! Yay!
I feel better. Do you feel better? Because I feel better. Oh look……shiney!
