Posts tagged ‘Stick people are easy to draw’

On writing poetry.

I think that this poem pretty much enuciates my whole life making anything I say in future so not worth it.

poem

Robots kill. I need groceries.

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November 5, 2009 at 3:06 pm 3 comments

Keeping you up to date on the DL

Right, so I’ve been quiet. And cryptic. And I know you are dying to hear what I have been doing!

Here’s a few hints…

It’s a big change…

It’s totally new…

It’s super expensive…

And it’s not a baby (sorry grandma)

that’s right.

Hubs and I have been looking for a house. And we put an offer down yesterday. (Most stressful time of my entire life.)

South Africa does things a bit backward here and so after we put in the offer we have to get bank approval (weird I know). So offer down, acceptance from seller and… now we wait to make sure the bank likes us.

Hubs and I are very excited.

It’s a 3 bedroom, 2 lounge, 1.5 bath, massive garden beauty.

PS That reccession was our *female puppy*

Crossing fingers that all goes well!

September 23, 2009 at 3:07 pm 5 comments

Scrap…book…ing.

My mother is really into scrapbooking.

She does an extraordinary job making the most beautiful pages.

I= N00b.

She’s been harrassing persuading me to join her for ages now. I have an album I ‘did’ when I was a kid. It’s nothing but a mash of cut up pictures and sappy poems I thought were meaningful. It’s truly awful- nay- borderline shameful.

But, I love creating with her. It’s always more fun to get inspiration and use her pretty stamps and fancy buttons. Plus, mom time is always fab. Read: *I adore my mother*

Trouble is, I get such creative blocks! The paper and goodies used to create a scrapbook page are so beautiful and hold so much potential, I sit there and stare at them until I freak myself out so much that I can’t even imagine…RIPPING… TEARING…. DESTROYING…these things to attempt creating something okay looking.

Pathetic? Yes.

Neurotic? Probably.

The makings of a great scrapbooker? No.

I told her I’d try. So this weekend I’ll be trying for real.

Oh I’m gettting the shhhakes.

thoughts?

July 27, 2009 at 3:06 pm 8 comments

My Week. White Ninja style: Episode II

July 21, 2009 at 2:52 pm 5 comments

Keyword Monday Already! Posted on Sunday night. Yes I am that cool.

Have you ever typed in the term ‘interesting crap’ and actually found something interesting?

Me neither.

It’s time once again for another addition of ‘interesting crap people type into to Google to find my Blog” (version 1 here)

My abso favs.

ipostnaked- Cause clothes are restricting on the creative impetus.

you need to stop drinking cartoon – It’s the right way to get Dad in Rehab.

coloring break the window – Bummer.

point system sex – Is… not what I talk about here. Thanks

thin is beautiful – I blame the media

easy to draw unicorns – Human unicorns might look like this:



sometimes im freaked out of my self – This can become very incovenient.

i love my boyfriend poems – Go somewhere else. Unless you wish to seek Dorothy Parker. And if that’s the case get off your gold digging ass and do something eh!

michael jackson in johnny deep- Um. Like saving ryans privates?

why do i feel like randomly touching things? – Pathetic much?

peeps bath – Right on.

wrinkles near my ears- Oh no! I have wrinkles on my forehead. Classic signs of aging. Facelift anyone?

surgery facebook status update- On google? You look for a Facebook update on google. You’re a smart one!

And about 10 Thousand versions of Michael Jackson’s nose.

It’s the truth.

And I didn’t even share the pornstar ones. Because my sister in law’s family all know I have a blog and who knows? One day they might just read this. And I need them to think highly of me and Hubs… and all.

It’s what’s important.

July 19, 2009 at 7:15 pm 5 comments

Jump in my Magical Bucket

bucket

I thought this was funny. So I share.

And shout out to the great blogger Trina from whom I took this cartoon. Please go give her a hello! She’s a fab lady pregant with, get this, a baby. Pretty awesome right?

I thought so too.

July 15, 2009 at 6:14 am 3 comments

Ride on you sexy thing

It’s official. My car is riding.

My car is probably the biggest and most expensive rash decision of my life. While the circumstances of buying said car is not something I’d like to get into (it makes me look more stupid than I would like to admit) at least Hubs now has a nice manly project to sink his metaphorical teeth into.

And hell, he got it running. *yay Hubs*

Problem is, the glue holding the interior on the ceiling has melted in the sun and now the interior flaps like the Great Temple Curtian just behind the driver’s seat.

Fact: I am not Jesus, and could not tear the Great Temple curtain holding the view out the rear window hostage.

Other Fact: I happen to have very long arms and a very small car.

The drive from my parents place to my flat looked a little like this:

My amazing artwork

Looks pretty comfortable right?

Wrong.

We went trapezing down the road like this: with Hubs laughing, my face strained and my arms aching.

But you know. It’s what we do.

That’s how we ride.

July 14, 2009 at 6:20 am 10 comments

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