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Rex De Milo Looks Back At Life Lived And What He Must Do Now

To see the rest of Rex's pensings.

When I Grow Up

I want to be like this.

The Natural Order Of Things

Good Advice

Potential Signs Of The Apocalypse

If Ty Pennington (Extreme Makeover: Home Edition) and Tyra Banks (America's Next Top Model) did a show together.

:|

Or Something Like That

This went through my head the other day:

Television was to radio as lighters were to matches.

(yup video killed the radio star and lighters killed the... match stick boy?)

I Think We've All Been There

http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/

(thanks to my Dad for drawing my attention to this)
(ps - happy birthday Kathy...snicker)

Good Point

Open note to homemade soap makers - your bars of soap should not have corners so sharp that they can tear skin.

Ow.

The Temptation of Lstew

From Picture is Unrelated

So You Can Be Prepared

Normative...Not!

Due to certain terrible, terrible pains while trying to use the left side of my mouth to chew I need to go to the dentist.

My appointment is at 8am this morning. Yup, 8am on a Monday morning, the dentist. Since I haven't been to a dentist since the summer of '03, I can only assume that this will be nothing but a pleasant experience.

Cough.

The World Would Be A Better Place

There are many things that I covet - or maybe its not that I covet them, because I don't necessarily know people or places that have them. I think it might be that I'm greedy and have a sense of self entitlement - yup, that's it.

I think this post might start a series about things I think I should own, and I think the world would be a better place if I owned them. Sometimes the universe should just pony up and get me these tools to fantasticness. In the meantime I'll just keep pining (no fjords).

Today's thing 'o necessity is this:


If you guessed that it is a 1 1/2" Button Maker Machine with Graphic Punch and 250 Button Parts from buybuttonparts.com you'd be right! Good for you! Let's talk a little more about this exciting collection of bits shall we?

This combo contains:

• the Button Maker Model #150, which produces standard 1-1/2" buttons, it can make a magnet, bull dog clip or key chain simply by assembling a button without a pin and adding the neccesary accessories
• 1 1/2" Graphic Punch (aka the guy who cuts out the circles for you)
• 250 pinback button sets

Can we just sit for a minute and dream about the fun buttons I could be making - oh man... the hilarity, the communication, the wonderment. I can scarcely believe that there are only 357 U.S. dollars (plus shipping and handling) standing between me and some awesome pieces of metal that would aid me in making some rad, rad, world bettering buttons.

How can the universe be so cruel as to not have provided me with one thus far. Sigh... someday.

The Despising

It is not really a hidden fact that I really despise doing dishes. The other day in the act of doing said despised activity I came to a few conclusions on why there is so much despising.

1. "Old" food - I'm a finicky princess and I don't like dealing/touching with food that has been all mucked up, may have been in or near someone else's mouth and I especially don't like touching it after it's been in the sink for 10 minutes and has become soggy "old" food.
2. Back pain - there are few sinks that are at just the right height and closeness to the counter that don't cause me to bend and begin to ache as begin to wash the plates.
   
3. Excema - I have excema on my hands, it is worsened by exposure to moisture. A sink full of dishes in water is quite moist. I love itchy, red hands that have a rash on the palms and fingers. It is my favourite.

It made sense to my itchy hands, sore back and alerted gag reflex that dishes might not be their best friend.

So there, that that dishes!

Heads Up Players

I've moved back to the Hammer.

I'm Gonna Miss Dottie

At Least You Didn't Do This

I hope you didn't do this. If you did, I'm sorry.

Good Point

www.toothpastefordinner.com

I <3 Hawksley Workman

(i took this picture... from the front row...)

Siiiigh. Droool. Giiiive birth to love child.

CMO

Current musical obsession: 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover - Paul Simon

Out With The Old And In With The New

Many thanks to Jill for the gift of fresh Burt's.

Sometimes...

Sometimes you're walking on a sunny day. Sometimes you're just walking home, lost in thought, lapping up the vitamin D. And then sometimes you hear a voice. A voice that loudly says, "Help Me Down The Streeeet!" Sometimes you turn to see a man who looks to be in his eighties and in a wheelchair. Who is no longer in possession of one of his legs from the knee down and who is clutching a 12 of Lakeport on his lap while he tries to propel himself down the sidewalk with his one full leg.

Sometimes that was this afternoon.

I turned and looked at him and decided I could indeed push him down the sidewalk for a little bit. I set a boundary - told him I was cutting off that street in a few blocks (which I was). He said that was fine and then proceeded to preach from his wheelchair about how "nobody wants to do shit for nobody! Everybody only looks out for themselves!" He went on about this theme of selfishness until we neared the corner I was going to leave him at. He looked and pointed diagonally across the street, "you see there, where that guy is standing?" "Yeah." "That's where I need to go." "By the pizza place?" "That's no pizza place, its a shit hole!" "...Ok."

I figure I can wheel this guy through the intersection and one more block to this building. As we're standing and waiting for the light to change so that we may safely cross, he looks in the direction that he had previously pointed in and starts yelling "A-hole! (he said the whole word) AAAAAHOLE!" I noticed a spike in the mixed emotions I was having about being associated with him and began to push a little faster. When we reached the other side his shouts got more specific and I came, as he yelled "A-HOLE, ROBBIE YOU A-HOLE!", to notice that it hadn't been the pizza place that was his destination but this supposed a-hole named Robbie.

Robbie met us half way up the block. I asked him if he was going to take over the pushing. He told me he would. I interpreted from my elderly wheelchair acquaintance, that Robbie was supposed to have helped him get home from the nearby Beer Store and was delinquent in that duty. Robbie thanked me profusely, and asked God to bless me. As I walked away feeling good about what I had done, I heard this beautiful mixed chorus of traffic, Robbie's thankful praises and wheelchair dude screaming "A-HOLE!".

Amen.

Chalk It Up

Here are some more pictures of the He Is Risen sidewalk chalk piece I did in Saturday's sunset.

Inspiration came from having mulled some things over in my head while out for a walk. I had thought about the (unbeeeaaaaarable) tension of the time between the crucifixion and the resurrection, but how we are all children of the resurrection, so what does that tension mean to us? To me it was reconciling the state of the sinful world we live in with the undeserving gift we receive in the resurrection of Christ at Easter. I had also found myself trying to place myself in the narratives of holy week and simply not being able to fully comprehend what that would have been like - to be around a crucifixion or to be killed so brutally for so many thankless people. So this piece for me, was an attempt to express some of my (unbeeeeaaarrrable) tension at the joy that is always there/here, the confusion and hurt that was there, and the pain and distortion that is here.

Duck, Duck...

He Is Risen