So I have some stuff I need to get out of my head and write about, but I’m procrastinating, because it’s kind of painful and therefore feels like work. Which I have no interest in starting, contemplating, or completing today. BECAUSE WEEKEND. Plus, I’m really, really good at procrastination. It’s the zippy convertible I use to drive through life – tight corners on two wheels, slamming into the last available parking space thirty seconds before the show begins. WHAT. A. RUSH.
(And yes, I recognize that life would PROBABLY be a lot less stressful if I actually planned out things and allowed ample time to complete them, and this last-minute-Charlie thing I’m sporting feeds my anxiety like fertilizer on corn in July. But dat’s how I roll, yo. It’s as much a part of me as curly hair and birthmarks, and I’m not sure I could change it if I tried.)
Today I’m putting off stuff by buying shoes. Here’s what’s coming to my house later this month:
Merry Christmas to me, yo.
So, since I’ve spent my shoe allowance for December (and probably most of 2016), and have to clean out some old shoes to make room for these, I’ll clean out my blog awards closet, too, and post one of the awards that’s been sitting in my drafts folder for a bit.
So, without further ado…
whereishappy was kind enough to nominate me for the Versatile Blogger Award. (Over a month ago. But again, why do TODAY what can be done after the mall closes?) You can find the rules on her post. And you should check out her blog anyway, so go click on it.
Since I dropped my grocery money on shoes this morning, I’m not feeling too rules-y today. But, as the award commands, I will post Seven Meaningful (and Potentially Creepy) Facts about Myself.
1. My tree has been up since October 24. We put it up specifically because the hubs is a cardboard hoarder.
Makes sense, right? Let me explain:
I may have mentioned in the past that I have an aversion to hoarding clutter. Thankfully, the hubs is pretty good about not collecting useless crapola that belongs on the Goodwill truck; if he DOES hang on to something, at least it’s only ONE of the thing, not seventy thousand million of the thing.
(Well, wait. That’s not entirely true. He kind of hoards food. Meaning, if one of the kids mentions that he likes a specific Luna bar, for example, he’ll buy ten boxes of said Luna bar. But, the hubs is 6’4″, so frankly, he eats a lot of what he buys. And he DOES toss it if it gets old or expires, so we’re not going to be featured in a TLC documentary anytime soon. But currently, Target started stocking his favorite frozen pizza again, and there are now SEVEN of them in my freezer, despite the fact that there are THREE Super Target locations within spitting distance of my front door.)
Yet… the one thing that the hubs cannot seem to part with? Cardboard boxes. Whenever you buy a new computer monitor, video game, vacuum cleaner, etc., the rule is that you keep the box just in case the new item goes kaput and you have to send it back. OK, I get that, but you don’t have to keep EVERY BOX FOREVER AND EVER UNTIL DEATH DO US PART.
So, since he’s been in and out of the doghouse these last few months, I announced one Saturday that we were cleaning out the shed AND the garage. We have been blessed with a shizton of storage – we have a four-car garage AND an external shed. Plenty of room for storing bikes, your mower, rakes, extra furniture, a helicopter, a few horses, and probably a national monument or two.
What we had? Two cars, a workbench, an armoire, 4 bikes, a Christmas tree, and FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY MILLION CARDBOARD BOXES.
So we excavated Mt. Cardboardicus. Our township recycles cardboard IF you tie it neatly in 2′ X 3′ squares no more than 12″ tall. That day, after cutting and stacking boxes and boxes from old appliances we no longer had and furniture we bought over a year ago (seriously – who is gonna mail a couch? !!??!!) I ended up with two cardboard towers each about 4′ high. A veritable…wait for it… skyscrapper. <rim shot>
But the good news? I got to use a saw to cut the cardboard down. Power tools are such a rush. Even if you’re only using them to terrorize glorified paper, saws are awesome for channeling your inner Dexter.
Plus, I found my old rollerblades that I hadn’t been able to locate for two years, AND we unearthed the Christmas tree. So, since we spent all that time digging it out…why not bring it inside? Going ALL THE WAY to the backyard AGAIN to get it in a month or so? Super inefficient. I mean, you’re halfway to Target by that point.
Also, that night, the neighbors were having a Halloween party, and their yard was THOROUGHLY decorated. I mean – Frankenstein automatons, fog, cobwebs….I have nothing against National Beg for Candy and Dress Like a Ho day, but for some reason, the juxtaposition of a lit tree beaming down on the graveyard zombie scene cracked me up.
Hey, someone’s gotta be first, right? And this gave free license to our other neighbors putting their lights up, as well. Including this one. Although, if anyone actually has any clue what it’s supposed to be, you get mad props because I’m stumped.
Christmas kangaroo, anyone? Kids, let this be a lesson: Lights first, cider second.
2. This is our tree topper:
Angels watchin’ over me, my Lord….
3. Last year, our tree didn’t come down until April. Because again, PROCRASTINATION. I had to finish our taxes first, ya know. Hey, if there’s snow on the ground SOMEWHERE, the tree can stay. MY HOUSE, MY RULES.
4. Speaking of houses…Last year the kiddos and I made a gingerbread house. Since we suck at all things art, we made it a crack house complete with a murder scene:
See the rats? And the blood gushing from the head? And the door blocked off? Parent of the year, right here, folks, molding tomorrow’s youth.
5. More “I can’t art”: Super-glue HAAATES me.
Every. Single. Time.
I come by it honestly, though. I have fond memories of my aunt gluing herself to a hairbrush when I was a kid. Who needs a DNA test to prove blood relation when you’re bonded by your lack of adhesive skills?
6. My son isn’t good at art, either. When he was in kindergarten, his class made a recipe book. He needed to illustrate a favorite recipe from home. I present to you “Ice Cream Pie.”
Brings tears to my eyes, it does. TEARS. Someday, when he’s the lead burrito assembler at Chipotle (yes, this is his current career aspiration,) we’ll be able to say “we knew him when….”
By the way? I have never, EVER, made Ice Cream Pie. Ever. I asked him later why he chose this recipe. “Mom. It’s pie. Anyone can draw a circle.” Well, kiddo, clearly not EVERYONE. Love you.
7. I made my own pens. This is a Big Deal because I suck at all things art (see above) AND because I very nearly failed shop class in middle school. Apparently, I can’t smooth out a solder bead smaller than buckshot – my “lines” probably spell out something obscene in Braille – and when it comes to wood, straight lines and right angles are for non-creative types, in my humble opinion. <turns nose upward>
The ONLY reason I passed Industrial Arts was because half of our grade was a written test to identify tools. I got 100% on the test, but my projects are likely either polluting our planet in a landfill, or they’re a horrible joke circulating through a local club’s annual White Elephant Swap. If you come across one of them, they’re SUPPOSED to be a metal pencil box and a wooden Tic-Tac-Toe board. No, really. Quit laughing.
But recently, I tried my hand at turning, through the help of a friend at work, and I MAKED THESE PENS ALL BY MYSELF (practically) AND I AM SO PROUD.
The red and the purple are fountain pens, because I so fancee. And the purple pen has purple ink. BECAUSE PURPLE.
Here’s a shot of Pen #2 in progress so you can sort of see how it’s done.
Essentially, you start with a “blank”, which is a rectangle of wood or acrylic or whatever. (The orange is all acrylic; the red and purple are actual wood with added colored resins – kind of a hybrid of wood/plastic, which you probably guessed as purple trees currently only exist in The Lorax.) Then you cut it, drill out the barrel, and turn it to get the shape. I got to use saws and drills and lathes and polishers and I STILL HAVE ALL MY FINGERS YO.
Plus, I have three very elegant pens. I sign benefits contracts and written warnings with just a little more flourish. It’s like using the good china for a grilled cheese sandwich. Why not? You’re worth it.
Next up will be turning a bowl. Fingers crossed (while they’re still attached, that is….)
Happy Sunday!
Those pens are terrific! 😃
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Thank you! The dude who helped me said the purple one would probably sell for $150. Which is pretty sweet.
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Yeah it is. That could be a little addition to that retirement fund. Throw me on eBay. I bet you’d sell some.
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Very nice post. The pens look great. It sounds like a fun artsy thing to do. I super glued my fingers to my boyfriend’s glasses as a teenager. No, they were not on his face at the time. 🙂
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Why isn’t there a web page dedicated to Super Glue mishaps, anyway?!
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OHMYGOSH if I had that tree topper, I’d totally put up a tree! So I could top it with that badassery! And also pennnnnns. I may be drooling over those pens.
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The angel belonged to my ex and her gun belonged to my older step son’s GI Joe…it’s like Etsy genius….without the super glue, haha
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Haha yeah! It IS genius – I’m loving it!
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Hahahahaha! It’s been so long I almost forgot I nominated you! This was a fun read! Thanks.
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Thank you for the inspiration! And the shoes…it led me to shoes….
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Your tree topper is absolutely amazing and I’m massively jealous!
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We sort of made it ourselves….one stolen tree-topper from the ex, one toy gun from one of many boys who live here.
Elf on a Shelf? We have Sniper on a Spruce.
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😂😭😂😭😂😭😂😭😂😭
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Okay you sound so much like me! I am the worst procrastinator in the world AND it definitely fuels my anxiety issues! Such a disastrous combo, what’s wrong with us?! I also hate clutter, although your husbands obsession with Luna bars is admirable! I used to be obsessed with the Dulce de Leche flavor, but I haven’t seen it for awhile and am now strictly a Chocolate Peppermint Luna kind of gal.
Also ” Since we suck at all things art, we made it a crack house complete with a murder scene:” – I love you.
AND LASTLY- YOUR PENS ARE FREAKING AWESOME.
Love your posts, keep em coming!
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Aw thanks. We feed the Luna Bars to the undernourished stepsons (they get ALL the metabolism…so unfair) and we will keep feeding ’em until they balk at the “Nutrition for Women” label…(Although I think they changed that before the boys could read…haha)
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I will be expecting a revised rendition of the Twelve Days of Christmas…only it will be a song counting down the ways you lose a finger at each new turn of the power saw.
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Let me see….
12 stitches seeping
11 bruises swelling
10 cuts a-bleeding
9 dislocations
8 arm abrasions
7 splinters stabbing
6 toes a-broken
FIVE GOLDEN TEETH
Four embedded shards
Three caustic burns
Two specks in my eye
And one amputated pinkyyyyyyy
How’d I do?
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Sorry. Can’t Type. Still laughing….
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Using your heart through your hands creates meaning. Some of my best days are wh n I indulge in sawdust.
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I am terribly impressed by your pens – cool. The Christmas or Winter tree is different – it cannot go up before December and it must be down by the 6th January. Those are the rules of my family and I will go to Purgatory or worse if I do not obey. Great blog – even if you are going to the other place…
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Well, if you slip up, I’ll save you a seat down here. We have good coffee, at least. (slurp) 🙂
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At least they have seats down there. I think Purgatory must be like the DMV without seats…:)
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HAHA – actually, it is. A few years ago there was this show on called Reaper….the devil had a guy capturing escaped souls for him and he had to drop off the receptacles AT THE DMV. (It might still be on Netflix….)
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I knew my instinct was right…
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Aw, I love the pie picture! Keep arting!
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It can only improve….hahaha 🙂
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Reblogged this on Dan Alatorre – AUTHOR and commented:
This is hilarious and seriously worth reblogging at Christmastime. Thanks for sharing it, Kate!
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Thanks so much for the share! I’d offer you a slice of fruitcake, but no one likes it other than me….Eggnog? 🙂
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Eggnog has always sounded like a bad idea that nobody wants to admit they thought up. It needs to be stopped or turned into an egg bake ingredient – except I’m still not sure what an egg bake is. I bet my wife knows, though. She probably has a box of it stored somewhere, too.
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Eggnog is a creamy, delicious avenue for alcohol. So there is some value….more so when eggs are cheaper. Now they’re sorta spendy, so we’re back to beer….
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Reblogged this on meatdoesntgrowinmygarden and commented:
hilarious
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Thank you so much!
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I had that idea first!
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Awesome post. I loved it and will be stealing them from you now.
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Please do! There’s plenty of fruitcake to go around…. 🙂
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Then I read the bottom stuff about stealing and felt a little bad. Not a LOT bad, but a little.
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Nah, stealing is copying the content and pretending you wrote it. (Head scratch) right? I think? I didn’t get a rule book, or my cat destroyed it in a fit of…Tuesday.
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Reblogged this on Kim's Author Support Blog and commented:
Hilarious! Love the pens.
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Thanks so much!
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That’s awesome! I love your definitions of Halloween and procrastination!
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Thank you! It’s sort of defined itself over the years….
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Ok, so, I saw this post reblogged on Dan’s page (Alatorre that is) and the Angel on Overwatch caught my attention enough that I just felt the draw to this page. At first, when describing the cardboard hoarding, I thought to myself, “Self, does your wife have a blog you don’t know about?” which was quickly dispelled by the 6’4″ height description. All that to say, I really enjoyed your wit and cynicism, as it was done well. It does seem to be a lost art (the done well part, because everyone these days thinks they can ‘wit’ and ‘cynicize’ (Mom, he’s making up words again)).
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Thanks so much! Need any more boxes? Because Christmas happened and I’m all out of flamethrowers….
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Nope, because as you said… Christmas happened, and now I have a new plethora of cardboard goodness to listen to my wife complain about when she eventually wanders out into the garage.
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