Labels
I found out something new today. I love learning new stuff. This wasn’t even knitting stuff and it’s pretty cool! Those labels on foods? I always assumed they were done in-house, at the same factories that make the food. That’s not true! Companies like Label World specialize in Food Labels, and they make them to client specifications. I guess I should have known that, given that I have worked before in manufacturing, but it just never clicked before.
Hmm, I wonder if yarn companies……… I bet they don’t because you can’t print on a spinning wheel, now can you?
Things We’ve Said
Ok, I have been collecting little tidbits of humor for a while now, and I think this post is finally long enough to share. Try to imagaine the circumstances as you read the words, because if I took the time to lay the scene for you, it would suck the funny right out. Some of you may recognize some of them. Laugh again, anyway.
“Do not thump my breasts. These are the breasts of life.” Spoken to Batman on April 30, 2007
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Words from Drama May 2007: “I love you back. This is a boogie from my ear.” Now I am sure to her, the two were not part of the same conversation, but since she said them one right after the other, it was pretty hilarious to me.
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“I have a red mold (mole) on my ear.” This tidbit brought to you by Stuntman, from way up in a tree.
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So, Batman just looked at me and said, “I’ll screw you!” After I picked my jaw up off the desk (and man did it hurt when it hit), I noticed he had the control to my griddle, and was going “zzttt, zzzttt”. So, ok, in the fist of a 6 year old, it does look amazingly like an electric screwdriver.
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My boys informed me that they had named their collective bits “Aunt Dorothy”. And also, their butts are “Chuck”.
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POTS!! When given as a parental directive, it means “stop and back up.” Accompanied by “pans”, it means “stop and take a nap”.
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Diva: the symbol for males has an arrow because their brains have left the planet.
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“I can jog to Wal-Mart!”, says Spidey. Because if you get new shoes and those new shoes happen to be “Vans”…… you can use your vans to go to Wal-Mart. See?
Because Hot Wheels Pajamas are cool
And every little princess should have a pair.
Don’t you think so? Yep, that’s Drama–see the long hair?
Not to be confused with Batman.
Found ‘em!
I did find my buttons, right in the sewing cabinet where I thought they would be. I finished the weaving and then had to have a little lie down. Oh, have I mentioned that I am sick? Well, I am. I was with the boys at Scouts Monday night my throat suddenly slammed shut and started hurting. I am not having fun, boys and girls, Not at all.
I have discovered that it takes a couple of hours for a dose of ibuprofen to fully kick in, but that relief lasts about 4 hours after that. I’ve also discovered that when you have a fever, adding extra clothes does not help your coldness, but cuddling with a heating pad under the blankets does. I’ve also discovered that I lack energy to keep up with all my blogs, but that when I do have something to say, I come here to say it. So much for focused blogging, eh? Sigh.
Oh, I remembered something else I meant to tell ya! Tomorrow I am going to start organizing a crafting area for myself. That sounds pretty high-falutin’ for a loveseat with a lamp and a short bookshelf and a small hutch, but, hey, I’ll take what I can get, even if it is a wall directly across from the school bookshelves 
And on the cooking front, I got another cookbook today. If I can keep from drooling all over it, I will tell you about it tomorrow. Well, I’ll tell you about it either way, but it will be easier if the pages aren’t all wet and sticky, don’t you think? Speaking of cookbooks, don’t forget to check out the giveaway in the sidebar for the cutest cookbook ev-ar.
Finally, I had a comment that someone was having difficulty coming up with a G-rated answer to my big riddle from the other day. And of course, you know it had to be G-rated, right? The big thing in question was my crazy curly hair, not whatever it was that most of you were apparently thinking. Whatever that was, because surely I have no idea. This is important, because I tried a shampoo sample today, and tomorrow I will tell you about it, after I see how BIG my hair is. I’m hoping for something between Sinead O’Connor and Dolly Parton. Come to think of it, that would mean I like my hair to be just like my spectaculars.
Nope, that wasn’t finally. This is finally, I think: Diva has decided English is boring, and has developed a sedegecret ladaganguage. Wedege aredagar adagall tadagalking fudugunny nodogow. Hadaga, Hadaga. And making dh crazy, Hadaga hadaga hadaga.
Cass, how big can it get?
It can get real big ya’ll. It can get so big that you would not be able to get your hands around it. So huge, in fact, that grown women cry just thinking about it. I am talking about a level of bigness that is just plain scary, and I love big. Big is good, and bigger is better, but the recent bout of dampness has me rethinking my options, considering dehumidifiers and slathering on various oils and cremes just to try to handle the monstrous size of it all.
Your mission: guess what it is.
BigAssFans
Quit giggling. I know you are. Oh, just stop. You are offending large donkeys everywhere, as well as making me question the actual size of my booty, and if it is large enough to qualify for one of these huge air moving devices. So cut it out.
Actually, I am giggling, too, and I’ve been giggling since I saw the name and just knew I had to come tell you about it. Especially after our conversation yesterday about Boob Girls, Belly Girls and BUTT Girls. These fans have nothing to do with the junk in your trunk, though. The blades in BigAssFans are 3 to 12 feet long, and you’ll find these puppies in large spaces like zoos and airports and such. Think of it as a Warehouse Fan, designed to move a lot of air. Although as hot as it gets here, one of these might not be unreasonable in my living room.
And if you don’t need a BigAssFan, that’s okay, too. Go buy a shirt that will make you (and everyone around you) giggle, and will also help save an ass. Profits from the sale of logo merchandise are donated to Longhopes Donkey Shelter in Colorado. This company knows how to laugh at themselves and take a joke, you can tell that from the name. Apparently, they can give back as well. I’ll take two shirts, in pink: a large for now, a small for later.
It’s the Day After!
Wanna know what my Christmas tree looked like? Wondering what I got for Christmas? Hey, I told you posting would be light! Did you not believe me? No knitting has occurred, but I can assure that I looked faboo in my mineral makeup. Yes, I have pictures to prove it, but you’ve seen my mug enough lately, so you’ll just have to trust me on the issue.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, my wounded shoulder and I are outta here, perhaps to knit. What, you didn’t know about my shoulder? You didn’t click the links then, did you? Umm-hmmm. I see how you are.
It’s broken
So, I made a post today about something I wanted to knit. I linked to my page that lists that stuff that I want to make. Did anyone click that link? And then click the links on that page? Because some of them are broken. Let me tell you, I’m not quite sure that I can knit a 404 error. Could you?
