This is probably going to become an ongoing series since I keep finding the most awesome things at my local value village.
Last week there were chickens. 5 of them to be exact. Of varying shapes and sizes. I went back yesterday, and they were all gone. All of them. There was a pair of authentic dutch wooden clogs in their place.
A series of 10 identical baseball caps with the word thinking written across the top. I actually considered buying these (and if they’re still there next week I just might)
Things I can do with 10 thinking caps:
- Next staff meeting: “Don’t worry everyone, I brought the thinking caps.”
- Next time someone says they can’t think. “I got this”
- Next time we have a brainstorming session.
- Calling an impromptu teambuilding exercise.
This is by no means a concise list of all the lessons learnt, but it’s a start.
1. There is a direct correlation between poor eyebrow grooming habits and teenage pregnancy. Please see links below for reference:
2. Every single teen mom has had one or another variation of the following conversation:
friend: what were you going to do if you hadn’t gotten pregnant?
teen mom: go to college – I really wanted to go to Arizona state
friend: why there?
teen mom: it’s the #1 party school in America
3. Getting pregnant in your teens greatly increases your chances of getting a TV deal. Something I was not made aware of in grade 9 sexual education. For shame catholic high school, for shame – I could’ve been a star!
Doing research on Morocco for work and stumbled upon this gem. The goats of the Sous Valley, these goats naturally climb Argan trees in order to forage on the higher limbs. Google it, I’m not making this shit up.
Note to self – must see goat in tree before I die.
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I don’t mean to post all these Llama photos, but I couldn’t help it this was too good to resist.
I knew when I first entered the word llama into google image search it was going to take me somewhere wonderful, but I never anticipated this:
Llama vs. Octopus: The ultimate battle
Llama del Rey, the Nancy Sinatra of the camelid world
Llama Corey Hart wears his sunglasses at night
Then check out this blog with a whole section dedicated to llama awesomeness.
I’m on the highway driving home and there’s a blanket of fog so thick I can’t see 10 feet in front of me. It’s late, an old car, and my driving has always been questionable. Scared, I start to feel alone and stupid, the panic sets in. I shouldn’t have left–he asked me not to–god knows it would have been the safe decision, but I did because I have hangups about these sorts of things. I call him, and he doesn’t say “I told you so” or “I was right” even though he was. He just talks to me, calming me, making me laugh through the tears, chasing away the fear and getting me home.
Love my blog. Seriously. (read the title an this sentence together, I swear I’m not begging for love).
Every time I log in there’s at least 15 pharmaceutical related spam comments in my queue just waiting to be deleted. Sometimes I try to think of clever ways to make them viable comments, however, “buy cheap penis-enlargement supplements spam-link spam-link spam-link” doesn’t really give me much to work with.
Is it wrong that when I see pills I automatically think of Dr. Mario Tetris?
I’m always restless at this hour, it’s like the clock hits midnight and I’m hit with a sudden surge of frenzied energy; it’s when I do my best social-network creeping. Oh, you didn’t know I had a part-time job being a creepy internet stalker? Well, the cat is out of the bag. One of those really creepy hairless cats (gross). I love creeping, I love it so much I’ve found myself many a time 3 hours in and several hundred meters down the rabbit hole going through your third cousin’s husband’s best friend’s photos. Why? because I can, because a thumbnail image of something shiny caught my eye and I couldn’t help myself.
What did I find tonight? I found that she looks like me, or me like her, which is it? It’s the chicken and the egg.
Good things happen when you type "stalker chicken" into google.
Just shy of a month now, and 2012 is off to a roaring start. I’m not one for making resolutions, most especially at New Year’s. It’s a time that finds us all reminiscing about the previous year’s events, most often focusing on the negative and glazing over all the wonderful things and deciding that we will change, grow, become better so that this year, the new one, will be the best year. But then you hit a hurdle and that hurdle is followed by an obstacle and suddenly we find ourselves wishing and hoping for the mythical future where things will change, the light at the end of the tunnel where we’ll have grown, and become idyllic versions of ourselves.
In my (albeit limited) experience, once you’re in the tunnel you begin to dwell on how dark it is, how you can’t see, you start to believe that the light is too far. Thing is, there is no tunnel, not really.
Happy and content are not things you should aspire to be in future, they are something you decide to be in the present and then work to change whatever needs to change in order for you to feel content with who you are. You might not be able to control circumstance and the world around you, but you can certainly control how you react, you’re never going to be happy if the glass is always half-empty.
This year, as last year, and the year previous, I am making an effort to light three sparks every single day – even the really dark ones, I will:
- …accept and love myself as I am, 100%, even the neurotic paranoid crazy bits.
- …not dwell on the past. All the time you spend dwelling on the past, is time you waste in your present. Your past may influence who you are, but it does not define you. You decide who you are, no one else.
- …love. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” -Eden Ahbez
Some days I succeed on all three, some days only two, some days one, and some days none, but every day I try and most of the time I’m not in the dark. So I guess it’s working.