My potential breaking point in any task is when I'm about 9/10's of the way through. I realize that with certain tasks, I have found ways to justify the lack of completion. When unloading the dryer, I imagine the load like starter dough... you never use it all... therefore it's fine to keep 3-5 small items from previous load in the dryer when starting a new load. RIGHT??
Someone, who shall remain unnamed, has sent me a pair of squirrel trou... apparently worried that my squirrels might freeze their nuts off. A strange action to take considering this person claims to HATE squirrels...
Needless to say, the squirrels thank you. Now I just have to figure out how to get them on the squirrel. My brother suggested soaking peanuts in whiskey...
Or killing two birds with one stone, or slaying two dragons with one bird... whatever. All I know is, this past weekend, I surmounted two mental/physical challenges all at the same time.
The first one?? I started over on a painting I had wanted to do nearly 2 years ago, but SUCKED at... You can revisit the suckage here, however there will be no photographic proof of the suckage as I'd be ashamed to show it, even if the level of suckage is funny. I'm happy to say, this one is going much better and is almost finished. I need to do a few things including tweak the fork. I wonder if Urban Dictionary has a definition for tweaking the fork, and if so... what would it be?
The second one?? I ventured into the world of water miscible oil paints. I have resisted... they weren't "real", they weren't legit. Also, I was worried they'd handle like shit. I'd seen a couple of people use them and struggle with them, but then realized the people were new to painting and probably would have struggled with regular oils. Also, since I had someone in class who was using them, I figured it would be good for me to know how they handled so I could better help her. Anyhow, I received some during the holidays and finally broke them out to give them a try.
The verdict?? They're funky in ways, but otherwise, not bad... The big bonus is my sinuses and lungs don't hate me for trying to poison them. I'll use them... especially when the house is closed up and I can't vent as well as I should.
Since I like to go archive-spelunking, I thought it would be fun to go back and post some wise words from earlier days and see if the few remaining readers might know from whence they came.
Of course the game is already too easy, as fish, the coward, has scrubbed all posts... And ZRM has hidden his amongst a trail of locked and abandoned blogs... still... I have email!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!
The first entry in "Who Wrote This???"??? It's an easy one. :)
Have you ever worked with someone who gets distracted from the job at
hand when a squirrel runs by the window? Someone who spends down time
vacantly staring at a wall, slack jawed,
brain making the kind of ticking noises you hear when an engine's
cooling down? A person with the best intentions in the world and
absolutely, positively no way of making any of them come true?
That is my life.
I am a nice person.
I'm not. I am, however, very passive aggressive. That means when
someone behaves like this I grind my teeth until they hurt, but I'd
rather suffer than confront them. Instead, I cut them out of things and
try to maneuver them out of the organization, or at least my part of
it. In this part of the world, that's how most people deal with
I can't take it anymore, though. One person, who has
been told not to do something at least fifty times in the last three
years, something that has the potential to seriously harm our
organization, did it again today...