I almost married a Michael from Schaumburg, actually.
swampy’s wedding (well, not HIS wedding, but the one in which he has a supporting role) isn’t 'til afternoon, so I hope he’s still a-snoring and getting some quality beauty sleep. Me, I’m awake and I don’t know why.
LOW, it sounds like you had an ever so lovely time with Swampy.
I’m up early too, don’t know why because I’m still tired. Oh yeah, I’m supposed to paint some more. I didn’t sleep real well last night, so I’m thinking that maybe sometime this afternoon I can take a nap.
I won’t be watching any TV today. Much painting to do, then out to dinner. I want tomorrow to be a stay at home day, but I’ve got to buy groceries too. I’ll have to squeeze that into the day, along with painting.
Well, need to finish up some coffee and get cracking.
Perhaps I should make a grocery list, and figure out how much the paint will cost. Quasi-Daughter gets back today. I’m sort of expecting a surprise visit at work, except I know about it, so it won’t be surprising. There’s another new person at work, so I expect to be training him, and running avoidance on the fairly new and bossy co-worker who will try to train him.
What should I have for breakfast?.. Lunch. It’s lunch now, isn’t it. Hmm.
Pointy toe shoes are evil. EEEEEEEEEEVIL!!! And ugly. I wouldn’t wear them if someone gave them to me. And skirts over jeans–maybe on a skinny 16-year old hippie. Are they talking about grown women here?
My taxes are almost done, and I’m getting money back this year–yay!!! 
Swampy and LOW, glad you had a nice visit! I used to have friends in Schaumburg, but that was a long time ago.
It’s a nice day, think I’ll go for a walk.
OK, then, I’m back from my second pottery class and I’m still not sure if I like it. I couldn’t find the bowl I made last week - stoopit me didn’t put it away before I left, so someone else did, maybe… rats. And today all I managed to make was one small cup-like thing. And I killed a lot of stuff.
Six more classes to go, so I’m not giving up yet, but I suspect throwing pots isn’t my craft. I do much better with yarn and crochet hooks or knitting needles. We’ll see if it clicks before the class is over… Note to Bumba - I tried a soap dish without much luck. I suspect I started with way too much clay. Maybe next time. But you might not want to count on adding FCM originals to your product line.
Meanwhile, it’s a gorgeous day. I just finished a sammich. I’m about to go outside and do some raking and stick gathering. If I get motivated, I’ll drive down to the Wawa and fill the gas can and start chipping and mulching the debris I rake up. I’ll decide when I’m ready for a rake break.
FCM, hang in there! I’m sure you’ll be making beautiful pottery in no time! I wish I could take a pottery class, but I already have too many hobbies. I need to cut back. 
I went for a long walk, and then I did yoga for an hour, so now I feel all loose and limber. It’s a gorgeous day! I need to be outside. I can finish working on taxes later. Did I mention I’m getting money back?
I’ve spent most of the day outside. I’m clearing out the back forty (OK, so there’s nowhere near forty- maybe 1/8 - but 40 sounds so much better), so I started there for a while, then went to the park where I volunteer to drop some stuff off, then to Lowe’s to pick up flowers, then to church to weed, then back here to weed some more. Somewhere in there was lunch (grilled cheese, green beans, carrots). And now I’m on a break before planting a few pansies and some sweet allyssum.
FCM, you have to like pottery and be good at it and make mugs and soap dishes…otherwise there won’t be FCM World Ceramic Enterprises (or whatever it was called). And that, of course, would be tragic.
Snack time is over (chocolate chips, dried cherries, almonds…)…back to the garden.
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Overshorts are basically overalls, but instead of pants, they are shorts. Simple.
And I disagree with What Not to Wear on the skirts over jeans thing too. And God help me if I was ever on that show, because I cannot wear pointy toed shoes - I have fat feet.
As for the cat? Don’t ask - just enjoy.
Susan
I would have called them short overalls. And I think they can be cute (and practical).
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Good. We’ve established that What Not To Wear is frequently stupid.
Why did I come home last night to find my cat (Bad Cat. Aerin, not Bailey) playing with pieces of broken glass? Aerin has recently discovered the knock-glasses-over game. Up until last night she’d only knocked over plastic mugs. Last night I came home to a shattered glass on the kitchen floor, and big chunks of it in the livingroom. I locked the protesting kitties in the bathroom and cleaned up.
Aerin was very upset at me for being no fun. It almost makes me want to let her play with the blasted glass. Except I don’t want to pay a $2000 vet bill to get her fixed up. I am really glad that she didn’t swallow any, and that I didn’t come home to find her all cut up. Shudder. Stupid cat.
frequently?
How about usually.
My wife likes this show, so I sometimes see parts of it by extension, and it’s entertaining in it’s way, but nobody should take their ‘fashion sense’ as canon.
I’ve not seen the overshorts on there, do they actually do that? I have seen the hideous pointy shoes. Those are ugly with a capitol ugh.
Here’s what I think is wrong with this show; they fly these poor people to New York (they do fly them up, don’t they? For all we know, they send them by bus.) to shop. Then they give them $5000.00 to buy clothes in New York, and crow about the cute little tank top victim got for only $300.00. This is just wrong. My Missus would no more pay $300.00 for a bloody shirt than climb up on the roof and crow like a rooster. They need to fly Quentin and Jewish Princess (I can’t remember her name, to me she’s just Jewish Princess) to wherever their latest person lives and let them shop there. “Here’s $5000.00 Bobby Mae, run on down to Target and load up.” (This is not meant as an insult to Target, I liker Target. I shop at Target.)
The point is, they are not equipping their subjects with shopping skills they will be able to use in their daily lives. These people aren’t going to be able to fly to New York in future to buy clothes, and they aren’t gonna be able to pay $300.00 for a tank top in future either. And that cute little ensemble that may play well in the streets of New York may look like a clown’s outfit in Punka City, Oklahoma. Just what is their subject supposed to do with their new-found ‘fashion sense’ after they’re gone? Rob banks to get their clothes fix? Get real.
I will say, however, that I love the hairdresser guy. I’d pay him to cut my hair, and I’m a straight guy.
‘Haircuts’. ‘Haircuts’. Oh, yes, those are what Best Friend does to Driving Husband when she’s had four drinks.
Weirdly enough, she’s a darn good haircutter when she’s a few sheets to the wind. Get a Philosophy grad student drunk and try it yourself!
I think we might have one of the What Not To Wear books at work. I’ll check today. They’re funny.
Driving Husband, Lazy Husband, Dishwashing Husbad, and Quasi-Daughter are at the zoo today. I am wildly jealous. I haven’t been to the zoo since I was 16. I love the zoo. It’s a beautiful, warm, sunny day, too. Grr. Maybe they’ll be eaten by a hippopotamus.
I’ve never watched any of those people makeover shows because, frankly, clothes and coifs aren’t that big a deal to me. Although I would like to have someone who really knows have a go at my hair - giving me a cut that works with my features and requires no effort to maintain. I don’t “do” hair - I shampoo, towel dry, and run a comb, then scrunch a little. No gel, no goo, no stuff.
But the rest of it - pfffft. $300 for a shirt? I’d have a problem with spending $300 for a suit! Yeah, I’m cheap. I figure as long as the essential bits are covered, I’m well-clothed.
I want pie. Right now.
I don’t watch those shows for the same reasons FCM cites and also because, as Bumba points out, it’s not reality (for most people) when they spend a bajillion dollars for something they could get for $15 at Target or Kohl’s (guess where my clothes come from, with few exceptions). I really like extremely nice, well-made, expensive clothes, but I’ve got better things to spend my money on, so I tend to focus on nice, but inexpensive with an occasional dash of splurge. But $300 for a tank top? Never. I don’t think I’ve ever paid more than $200 for a single piece of clothing, and that was a winter coat (which I’ve had for about 15 years now, thankyewverymuch).
I’m also a wash-and-wear hair kind of gal. I get it cut religiously every four weeks (I don’t like looking like a mop), but that’s it. No hairdryer, no product, no color, no nuthin’.
I’m spending the day outdoors again, widening one of the flower beds in front. I wanted to do it last year, but my elbow was still annoyed from an injury the previous year. This year, it seems to be doing OK. Later, I’ll continue with the back forty. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to clear out the most annoying parts today. Yay!
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