Spud Ninjas.

OUCH!

That's pretty much all I have to say/write.

I burnt my tongue.  Holy crap does it hurt.

It's Good Friday so I cooked a very nice meal.

Did anyone ever tell you not to taste food straight

out of the oven?

Yeah.  Common sense usually clicks in for most people.

Me?  Nope.  As I stared at the steam coming off the potatoes,

what do you think I did?

Uh-huh.  Yeah.  That's right.  I grabbed a fork and dove into the 

gooeyness that was teasing me.

No really.  The potatoes were saying, "Hey!  You over there!  Grab 

a fork, and get over here."

I had to listen to what they were saying.  I mean, come on, how often do

you get to listen to talking spuds.

There you have it.  My reason for talking funny for the next few days is not

my fault.  The Spud Ninjas did it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

The image doesn't even begin to convey the OUCH level.

Undill dex dime.

Dyn

I miss the 80's.

I miss the 80's.  I was reminiscing with some friends today and John Cusack came up.  If you hung out with my friends, and I back in the day then you knew every Brat pack movie inside and out, you worshiped John Hughes, and any cult like film that stared young actors portraying underdogs that win the day ruled the screen at our houses.

One of my heroes was John Cusack.  I wanted to rescue him so bad as a kid.  I still secretly do, or maybe just have a cup of tea or coffee with him.

The conversation we had pertained to the "Cute and Fuzzy Bunnies" on One Crazy Summer starring John Cusack, and Demi Moore.  These "bunnies" were not ordinary.  They kept Hoops McCann, (John Cusack), from finding love.  Of course it's Hoops that's actually drawing them so in actuality it was him keeping himself from finding true love.

It's complicated.  Just watch and enjoy the flashback.

Oh. These are all the animations he (Hoops) did all in one.  Thank you Vinsinlau for the edit.


Until next time,

Lyn

Now that will jump start your heart.

It was a quiet evening last night.  I was on my computer playing Farmville, and watching CSI.  It was thoroughly relaxing.  Until...

My toes were cold from walking around in flip flops.  I turned the heat off last month to save energy.  So I grab a pair of rolled up socks from my laundry basket, and put them on.  Ah.  That's better.  I head back to my game.  

As I'm sitting there I get the chills again.  (I should have taken this as a warning.)  So I go for my comfy slippers. I bring them over to my chair, sit down, and start to slip them on.  Whoa!  What the...?  What happened next was me screaming blood murder, and jumping up and down like a kid on a trampoline.  I must of looked like I was doing some sort of tribal dance.

My oldest burst into the room freaking out.  He's yelling "What happened?!  What's wrong?!"

What's wrong? Good question. Let me rewind a bit.  I leaned over to put on my slipper, and there, hanging out on my shin, is an effing spider!  Not just any spider.  It's that black one with the white thing on it's back.  Dad is always getting bit by them around here.

He starts laughing and goes to get Grandma, who is the go to person for spider removal.  She doesn't let us kill them.  I'm sorry, but if a spider is going to give me a heart attack by sneaking up my leg, I should have the right to squish it's eight legged A$$.

Hear this all you arachnids out there.  If you ever take me by surprise like that again you are so done!  There will be no more crawling up the spout again for you my friend.  More like "The Itsy Bitsy Spider went SQUISH!"

Until next time.

Lyn aka Sissygirl-who's-afraid-of-wee-bitty-spiders.

Different like me.

I decided to repaint my room.  I wanted something new and fresh.  I figured I'd make my own shade.  I took several leftover colors that were all really cool.  In my head I pictured this iridescent blue/pink/purple shade.  In order to achieve this I'd have to go to the local Depot and obtain some white semi-gloss to mix in with it.  While I'm at it let me get some trim paint too.

OK.  So I mix the paint in a bucket, and I mean mix.  Did you know that you have to stir the crap out of paint in order for it to blend?  No wonder they have that paint shaker at the store.  Duh!  Anyway, so I look at my final product and tilt my head.  Huh.  It looks familiar.  Alright.  Let's see how it looks on the walls.  I test an area not very noticeable and give it a good coat.  Hmm.  That seems kinda bright, but OK.   Let's see what happens when it dries.

The result?  It turns out to be the shade I had on there before only lighter.  So I got bluish/pinkish/purplish shade I'd hoped for, but with way more work.  Here's the kicker.  I chose an awesome chocolate brown as the trim color figuring it would compliment the brightness of the tone I had in my head.

Obviously my brain has a sense of humor because I've finished that one wall, and the final result is.....An Easter egg.

Yup.  It looks like you can eat my wall.  That's just fine.  I like it.  It's different like me.

Until next time.

Lyn

Turning 40.

My birthday is approaching fast. I thought time would drag on like it normally does, but because I am turning 40 my life is speeding up. Didn't Valentines day just pass? Did the groundhog see his shadow? What month is this?

There are so many things that I promised myself would happen, or that I'd accomplish before I reached 40. So I was thinking about the "list", and mentally checking off the stuff I'd done and prioritizing the things I haven't. I can probably write a whole post just regarding the list so I'll cut to one of the items in the top 10. The tattoo.

One day my son decides that he'd like a tattoo for his birthday. He is underage and therefor needs permission, and of course the money for it. Me being the wise ass that I can sometimes be decide that I'll trick him out of it. I wanted him to wait till he was old enough. So I tell him that he has to ask Grandpa for permission. I also, throw in the topper. If Grandpa says he can get inked then I will get one as well. Dad is old school, so I figure he'd have a cow. WRONG! Not only does he say go for it, but he is excited for him.

What the heck just happened? Are you kidding me. What happened to the man who freaked out when I put a second hole in my ear? How about when my brother pierced BOTH of his? Alright. OK. So people can change with age. He isn't as strict anymore. He is now the cool Grandpa. Grr.

This meant that I had to be a mom of her word and let him do it, but I also would have to do mine. Sigh.

Wait. Whats that I smell? A loophole? Yes, that's right ladies and gentleman I never said when or what for myself. Ha! Well I wasn't that abrasive. I just told him I really needed to think about what I was putting on myself. I didn't want some silly squiggle just to say I did it. I wanted it to mean something.

Well that was a few years ago. My son is heading for the Marines soon, and I needed to make sure this got done before I turned 40. The timing was perfect. The inspiration for the Tat is Thomas Hooper. He rocks. You should check out his work here.

Inked by "T". Photo by ME.

Until next time.

Lyn