Category: oh Internets–you so crazy

This is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a while. It’s worth watching the whole thing but the extra special awesomeness starts around 4:00.

Does Ryan Lochte remind anyone else of a not-so-bright Labrador puppy? Bless his heart.

Watching this brings two things come to mind:

1. Canada is awesome.
2. I miss N’s Grandpa.

Here’s a video that N sent me the other day that cracked me up.  (I might have laughed just a leedle extra hard because of the culture I grew up in.)

I hope you have a lovely weekend. Anyone have any big plans?

Watching this brought back a memory from the 80s: I’m six or so and perched on the bathroom counter watching with awe as my sister Jan cakes on the eye shadow and shellacs her bangs so they hang down over one eye. The Cure plays in the background (or course).

When you watch the video notice how the girl almost breaks character when she starts to peel the orange. She’s trying so hard–it cracks me up. God bless goths.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go dig out my Cure cds.

I hope you have a lovely weekend!

I’ve gone through certain periods in my life when I read a lot of poetry: a particularly angsty junior year of high school, certain semesters in college (I studied English). But I haven’t read poetry in years, especially modern poetry.

This video makes me want to change that (and is adorable to boot).

Litany by Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.”

Lovely, right?

I know I haven’t been posting very often here. It’s frustrating to me because I have things to post about (Cookbooks on Trial! Woodworking! Kitchen remodel! Quilting! Sweet Mimi! Funny E!) but lately it’s been hard to find the time to actually sit down and edit the pictures and write the words.

But a few of the things that have been taking up a lot of my time will be wrapping up in the next few weeks and so I should be back in the groove soon. Thanks for your patience.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend!