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Things I found at Value Village

brundiggity — Thu, 24 May 2012 20:02:27 +0000

This is probably going to become an ongoing series since I keep finding the most awesome things at my local value village.

Last week:

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.

This week:

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.

Reason #542 I love my best friend.

brundiggity — Thu, 24 May 2012 15:12:24 +0000

This text exchange.

BFF – Funny story, so I’m driving this morning and I stick my hand in my purse looking for something and I feel this weird round tub thing. So I pull it out and it’s a philly cream cheese.

ME – Why do you have a philly cream cheese in your purse?

BFF- Because i was packing my purse while making a sandwich so I guess I misplaced it.

ME – Amazing

BFF – That’s what I thought when I pulled it out.

ME- Was it flavoured?

BFF – Garden vegetable. It’s on the front seat of my car now, I hope no one steals it.

Things I learned watching 16 and Pregnant

brundiggity — Wed, 23 May 2012 02:31:06 +0000

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!

Emo Llama

brundiggity — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 20:57:09 +0000

whoa.

I don’t mean to post all these Llama photos, but I couldn’t help it this was too good to resist.

Googling Llamas: the most productive 30 minutes of my day so far

brundiggity — Fri, 23 Mar 2012 17:55:37 +0000

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.

Love

brundiggity — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 03:45:45 +0000

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.

Pharmaceutical Spam Bots

brundiggity — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 05:57:52 +0000

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?

Chickens.

brundiggity — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 05:49:24 +0000

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.

Does it really matter? no. So why do I care? I don’t, but I kind of do. Why? because I need something to obsess over, something to complicate my thoughts, something to rationalize (or actually de-rationalize – to make me realize just how much of an idiot I can be sometimes) the series of irrational actions that defined the end (but really all) of 2011 for me.

Glad it’s over, 2011 that is, with all its high highs and low lows it was like riding the questionable rollercoaster at the amusement park simply cause it had the shortest line. You know the one, it’s the one that’s one loose screw short of making front-page news. Once it’s over you’re thanking your lucky stars you didn’t die and muttering to yourself that you should know better. Sometimes you should wait in line for the good one, because good enough should not be how you live your life, good enough shouldn’t cut it. Good things are worth the wait-I know this now, but it’s funny though how you only ever really realize this after the fact. But wasn’t it good? I thought it was, even after it was over I still thought it was good, until hindsight and flickr’s uncanny ability to date tag photos taught me otherwise*.

Sometimes I feel like my life is playing a really terrible practical joke on me, as if it gets off on creating fodder for my ridiculous and oft self-deprecating humor, or is it the other way round? Perhaps I’m the one getting off on the ridiculous because at least then I have something to talk about. Chicken and egg.

*I know I shouldn’t care, I know I have a really great thing going for me right now and this shouldn’t even matter, but it does because I was misled. Perhaps I should not have expected more, but I hold people to the same standard that I expect them to hold me to. I trusted someone and instead of being decent and straight-shooting they played with my heart, and that is not fair. I want my robots back. Seriously.

Happy New Year!

brundiggity — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 20:33:59 +0000

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.

They’re dementors!

brundiggity — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 01:29:12 +0000

Expecto Patronum then chocolate. Problem solved.

I’ve recently stumbled upon a correlation that is VERY important.

In life, when things go bad and you feel like your soul has been sucked right out of you, you have some chocolate and it makes you feel better.

In Harry Potter after the Dementors come by and do their whole soul-sucking thing, you have some chocolate and it makes you feel better.

HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE?!?!