Whatever!

I wanted to let all ya's all know that I'm making a few small changes here on the ol' interweb blog. In an effort to post more frequently while putting less pressure on myself, I am going to change my WTF!? Friday posts to just WTF!? posts and I am going to post them as I find them and, more importantly, on any day of the week. Fancy that! The same goes for photo Mondays. I'll post pictures when I get a group together and put it up whatever day I feel like it. This is all part of my new WHATEVER! laissez-faire summer attitude. Don't worry, this is a good thing and will mean more swearing, weirdness and meanderings from me. Um, yay?

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out.

Since 1975, this thing has been stuck to the back of my house.

I know we could pick up high definition TV over the air and all that crap, and we did try it, but you know what? Fuck it! It's not worth looking at this ugly thing for a few free (but not always reliable) TV channels. That would be like wearing diapers all the time just because you can poop and pee in them and not have to bother to actually go to the bathroom. Okay maybe not like that. It would be more like not bothering to pay to have a nice, comfy shower installed in your house because you could just go out in the rain and shower there. Yea, it's more like that.

Well, with the hard work of my dad, my old man Lee and our ultra handy neighbor, the beast was slayed on Friday. The antenna has been chopped up and will head to the metal recycling depot and the tower will become a tree stand that will be used for hunting deer. Wait, WHAT!? Sorry little Bambi creatures, it's not me who's trying to kill you! It's my neighbor. He wants to kill you, but he will eat every part of you (except the bum part) and only kill one of you each year. What can I say? He's old school and likes to eat local (holy shit, he's trendy and he doesn't even know it)...and I'm recycling, right? 

Anyway, scratch this job off of my list of unexciting yet invigorating home improvement projects for the year.

Name Association.

The other day I was trying to find a picture of another cat named Einar that someone had sent me ages ago on Flickr.  Almost every page of results in my search turned up some sort of weirdo photo. So, I thought today I would share a few of the absurd gems I came across, making this some sort of WTF!? and photo Monday hybrid post.

 

 Carl-Einar Hackner

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 This was the Einar I was searching for! What a sweetie.

R.I.P. Einar, My Sweet Geriatric Lolcat

I had to say goodbye to my very special bad boy today so I'll be taking a few days off from the blog to recover.

He lived a long and pampered 16+ years on this earth and I am so happy I was a part of it.

He came to me as a stray 15 years ago when he'd been living on the streets of Ottawa.

He was super tough and if he could have laid his paws on some cocaine, hookers and a Harley Davidson, he would have been in his glory. He dry humped grass, impregnated many of the neighborhood strays (it took me almost a year to be able to catch him & have him fixed) and killed a few too many squirrels, pigeons and birds in his heyday.

In his middle to old age he grew into a super snuggler, a homebody and a mama's boy.

He'd been sick for over a year with a mystery illness that the vet couldn't diagnose but they suspected either cancer or kidney failure. He died peacefully today and I am heartbroken yet relieved that he is no longer suffering. I will miss him and his funny ways terribly.

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, but you're not here
Everything is everything,
Everything is everything,
But you're missing.

xoxo

Street View.

Chicken Run.

I don't know how it happened but I think I may be in love with chickens! If someone told me 5 years ago that I'd be totally into spending time with chickens on a Saturday afternoon, I would have written them off as a crystal meth addict.

Last year, my neighbors decided to get four hens that they saved from a life in a factory farm (sadly, that's why their beaks are cut.) They asked us if we'd help out with them in exchange for weekly eggs and we happily agreed.

They have a pretty fancy coop and a run, etc but they don't really get to roam free in a large space too often. So, about once a week in the warmer weather we bring them over to our house and let them do their thing in our fully fenced yard. That means lots of pooping, pecking, digging (scratching) and napping, yes, napping!

Who knew chickens just laid down and napped!? Not only do they doze off but they dig a little hole, get in it and then start nodding off and snuggling with each other.

Seriously, this chicken was in heaven on Saturday. She just chilled out after eating a salad bar of grass and worms and got to work on her first tan of the summer. Seeing them this happy and in their element really hammers home the evils of factory farms. I don't want to get all Debbie Downer on everyone but shiiiiiiiiiiiiit people, chickens need to live like this more often.

Guess which egg was laid after a day at our house roaming free?

WTF!? Friday

EWWW! As soon as I saw this freak's freaky finger I had to sneak a shot in! Look at that dry cuticle action happening and that rotten black nail! Look at the scumbag nail on this puke finger! Wait a minute...hold on...shit. That's my disgusting finger! Good thing I slammed it in a door last week, now I'm stuck with this redneck stump of a finger for months. I tried painting my nails bright red for a wedding last week but sadly, after two coats of polish it still wouldn't cover. Now I just need to knock out a tooth and I'll be fully integrated into rural society.

Speaking of slamming fingers in doors, someone needs to slam Anne Geddes' fingers in something so she can't work a camera anymore. She is the worst and you see these big fat cabbage babies or those idiotic sunflower children in every thrift store on almost every visit. (I think I just decided what I'm going to be for Halloween this year - an Anne Geddes sunflower baby! Yuss *fist pump*!)

If Anne Geddes was actually a creative genius super-photographer then she would have done photos like this one and turned it into a clock! This work of art should be called, "Just a Matter of Time", and if the hands of the clock weren't missing, I think I would have bought it.

Not only are you nuts about golf if you buy a creation like this, you're just plain fucking nuts.

A hair salon that uses Comic Sans can only mean one thing...

Comic Sans hair!

Shutter Up!

As part of the ongoing saga that is my bedroom decor, I have finally hung some shutters in place of the curtains I had in there before. I've been looking for some wooden shutters for all of the upstairs windows for about 2 years now and finally found a pair that would fit our bedroom. Keep in mind, I'm only looking in thrift stores & at yard sales for these, as new wood shutters are out of my price range.

I found 4 of these panels for $30 and took off the wood side pieces and the white knobs. I would have preferred the old style small shutters instead of these but beggars can't be choosers at this point. A few quick coats of black paint and some new knobs and they were done. We ended up having to hang them so they'd open accordion style rather than opening from the middle as the room set up is a bit funny with the linen closet in the middle.

I love how simple and practical they are. Sometimes I think a weird creep may come through them like a cowboy in a saloon but I'm okay with that. I'm always up for visitors.

I can have them half open or a third open or even 3/5 open if I want!

This would probably be about 7/8ths open, I think.

I must say, I'm really liking these utilitarian beauties. My old man even went so far as to say he thought they looked "cooool" and "classy" and then I laughed at him HARD for sounding like such a weirdo.

Trains.

(Call me a weirdo but...I love the gritty aesthetic of freight trains.)