Monday, September 21, 2009

Trash: Joys and Junkheaps.










All the outbuildings around the Homer Hobbit House are packed with a plethora of abandoned articles. Numerous boxes of old jars and bottles were the first thing to go... I can't imagine why is it was all saved (brewing some homemade alcohol would of been fun!), yet it seems rather sad... Here are some pics of just a few items. But amidst trash are treasures such as these pastel-lined black cups and the collectible metal hedgehogs. Feel free to inform us what the cups are!
And you'd better wear a mask around all the dust.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

It Looks Like a Big White Spider Just Crawled on Your Head and Died.


When I came back from downtown after getting 'a few blond streaks to cover the grays', Brigham's disgusted statement caused me to do a double-take in the mirror.
Peas and Rice! I am NOT Marilyn Monroe! I'm not a blonde!

A new person totally crisped the top of my hair with overprocessing and now it's not hardly curly anymore (stomping my foot). Frown. Curls are ruined. Although I rushed right back down to have more brown put back in, it's not 'ME'.

'Me', if I had MY way, should look like this:

Or that lady that sells real estate if she were a brunette:

Speaking of which----If I won a few million, this is the pet I would own: