Photo courtesy of Randi Mason on Flickr.
I know she is evil. I know she is horrible. I know she is deadly.
But it's just a crush.
Now to see if I can't get Miss Sally to buy Clairol Haircolor #70 Black Stilettos - Bright Black. Hubba hubba.
My Secret Crush
I have a crush on Other Mother from the movie Coraline.
Photo courtesy of Randi Mason on Flickr.
I know she is evil. I know she is horrible. I know she is deadly.
But it's just a crush.
Now to see if I can't get Miss Sally to buy Clairol Haircolor #70 Black Stilettos - Bright Black. Hubba hubba.
Photo courtesy of Randi Mason on Flickr.
I know she is evil. I know she is horrible. I know she is deadly.
But it's just a crush.
Now to see if I can't get Miss Sally to buy Clairol Haircolor #70 Black Stilettos - Bright Black. Hubba hubba.
Chops meets Jerry
Michelle had her first run in with celebrity (second if you count me) this past weekend. You can read about it on her website Subway Seat for 3.
I am personally against bothering celebs, but I'm sure Jerry didn't mind the warm, generous touch of the Chop.
I am personally against bothering celebs, but I'm sure Jerry didn't mind the warm, generous touch of the Chop.
Greg Eats: Lemon Head - The Face Puckering Memory of Taste
Sadly, Erik was killed during the last Erik Eats segment, so now I'm being forced to use my son as food taste bait. Today on Greg Eats - Lemon Heads!
This type of Lemon Head is the individually wrapped, gumball sized version. Packed with Sourifiticky.
Not exactly round, but when you are filled with such delicious sour essence, it tries to force itself out of its round cage.
He pops it in his mouth. Maybe it's not so bad...
ARGH! IT'S SOUR!!
He's starting to get used to it...
ANOTHER WAVE OF SOUR HITS!!
The sour has overcome him!
He's down, but not out. His conclusion? Lemon Heads are AWESOME!
This type of Lemon Head is the individually wrapped, gumball sized version. Packed with Sourifiticky.
Not exactly round, but when you are filled with such delicious sour essence, it tries to force itself out of its round cage.
He pops it in his mouth. Maybe it's not so bad...
ARGH! IT'S SOUR!!
He's starting to get used to it...
ANOTHER WAVE OF SOUR HITS!!
The sour has overcome him!
He's down, but not out. His conclusion? Lemon Heads are AWESOME!
Ohio
Ohio is all about waiting: waiting for the first snow and then waiting for it to go away. Waiting for the first hint of spring and then waiting for it to stop raining. Waiting for school to be out and vacation. Waiting for football season. Waiting for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Waiting for the ball to drop and waiting to wait. But I like it.
Ohio has four distinct seasons. In between each of those seasons are two perfect days. You almost don’t notice them because they are so pleasant. You have to look over your shoulder to realize they were there. I look out for them and I wait.
Most people who move to Ohio become acclimated pretty quickly. They might miss their brand of coffee or their bakery or deli. But they fall into line and march in step with the rest of us. People that leave Ohio never really do. You carry the Midwest in your back pocket along with your manners and self esteem. You can see them in the subway making eye contact and you can hear them in line at the grocery saying, “Thanks!”
I don’t think I’m leaving here anytime soon. More than likely, you’ll be coming here. We’ll show you around and buy you a cup of so-so coffee. You’ll find yourself wishing you had brought your jacket to the high school football game, but not needing it by the end of the night. You’ll find people waving at you for no reason and realize it was because you waved first. You’ll put down mulch and actually fertilize the roses. You’ll notice that the second lowest branch on the tree would be perfect for a swing and in fact there are two parallel scars in the bark where someone had that same idea fifteen years ago.
Ohio’s not perfect, but it’s good. And that’s perfect.
Ohio has four distinct seasons. In between each of those seasons are two perfect days. You almost don’t notice them because they are so pleasant. You have to look over your shoulder to realize they were there. I look out for them and I wait.
Most people who move to Ohio become acclimated pretty quickly. They might miss their brand of coffee or their bakery or deli. But they fall into line and march in step with the rest of us. People that leave Ohio never really do. You carry the Midwest in your back pocket along with your manners and self esteem. You can see them in the subway making eye contact and you can hear them in line at the grocery saying, “Thanks!”
I don’t think I’m leaving here anytime soon. More than likely, you’ll be coming here. We’ll show you around and buy you a cup of so-so coffee. You’ll find yourself wishing you had brought your jacket to the high school football game, but not needing it by the end of the night. You’ll find people waving at you for no reason and realize it was because you waved first. You’ll put down mulch and actually fertilize the roses. You’ll notice that the second lowest branch on the tree would be perfect for a swing and in fact there are two parallel scars in the bark where someone had that same idea fifteen years ago.
Ohio’s not perfect, but it’s good. And that’s perfect.
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