So we all are a bit strange.
But we are not alone.
Today’s tale in strange is not about me it’s about my dear friend Jimmy.
And to celebrate the fact that he had a new job, I decided to share one of his secrets:
It’s a song that not even I listen to. And I listen to all the cheesy tunes.
For those of you who want to know more about this:
Personally when I’m cleaning I would prefer to listen to a hip song like “Let’s here it for the boy” by Deniece Williams.
Congratulations on your new job Jimmy and your cleaning song.
Sometimes your life can be like a fairytale, or sometimes it’s more like weird mystery show that Elvira hosts.
Well this week I was left responsible for cleaning out the fridge… and it felt like I was a character in the latter.
I was in the homestretch of cleaning out that sucker when I came to one particular item.
A simple innocuous tupperware.
Now it had been so long since I have seen this tupperware. I questioned what was inside it…
But it had been so lone since I’ve seen that tupperware like I previously stated it was too afraid.
Minutes after staring and swizzzling this little creature around,
I opened it.
And inside was really old olives.
And it wasn’t very scary after all.
That’s the whole story.
Today is my brother’s birthday and he’s very far away from me in actual miles.
So you know that there will be doodles.
I was supposed to send him something…. but I just can’t remember what it was
Was it a:
No… I don’t really see you wearing a tote in the arctic…
How about a:
But I don’t see how you could use a vote… I mean you’re not running for office. And I don’t think you have entered the Voice this year.
How about a:
It seems fun, but it could be dangerous…
How about a:
You could use it… But I don’t have the cash for that right now… give me a week or a few years.
I know what I’m supposed to send you!!!! I think it was a:
No, that seems like more work than the kiddos.
How about a:
That’s not quite right…
It should be more like this:
I hope you have the best birthday with the girls! I hope it’s fun and magical… and full of good eats and treats.
In fact let’s toast to it!
The answer is drawing cats and constellations. I am currently working on a project with a lovely friend who is a wonderful artist herself.
Soon I will have a whole picture to this until then enjoy this rough draft I sent her to make her laugh:
Meow astrology cats to come!
What stays out all night and is Irish? Dad jokes.
Happy St. Patrick’s day! Have fun be safe and Wang Chung until you have to go to work tomorrow!
Although my hair like most girls is a constant struggle.
There is always a bright side of a bad hair day:
She has to be one of the best things ever… and she has the biggest hair.
I know I’m a little young to be a fan of Gilda but here is a reason you should be one too:
As promised here is part 2.
True story, when I get out of the shower it’s a countdown to an afro that could outshine 1980’s Whitney Houston…. But the only person I want to dance with is someone with a hair tie.
When my hair is in such an uproar being around me is dangerous.
If you are in a 5′ range you could end up with hair in your mouth or eye.
You could be infringed from watching television if seated behind me.
You could be filled with memories of the 1980s and perhaps wonder when Chaka Kahn is releasing her latest album.
Or you could also be inspired to plant a hedge in front of your house,
All of these things have really happened.
Happy Friday to tall those crazy starers out there!
On this Edition of the Isabel Stare-a-thon we see that a heavenly apparition has appeared in a really non human occupied area in somewhere in Africa…
Thank goodness Gazelle’s are very technology savvy and always have their smartphones at the ready:
Maybe a doodle later today….
I know its not exactly mid-week… but bear with me… I finally fit some internetting into my schedule that isn’t about the glorious world of sustainable design and bidding documents…
And then it happened. I was like totally clicking and clacking all over the internet and I found myself totally distracted by sprinkles.
And that’s what brings me to this (kind of) midweek confession:
It was like 20 minutes before I realized I need to get back to work….
Also reading this somewhere in the wild north my brother is not surprised that I said any of this.