Here are some blurbs from lately, collected errata from leaving my browser open while I putter/ avoid housework.. Blurbs!
Lisa Frank is suddenly everywhere again! This para is for girls, not even young mo’s liked Lisa Frank..
So when I was a kid I liked the 80’s style Lisa Frank stickers. I liked the Ballet Slippers and Gumball Machine and Rainbow Heart on a Checkerboard Floor and Kittens in a Hi Top. The 90’s stuff is all dolphins and unicorns and now it’s all Fashion Girls in Urban Settings – superlame. Yes I am quantifying my Lisa Frank party here. I never said I was the coolest kid. Anyway, this stuff seemed to go into hiding after I turned 12 but now it’s everywhere and I have bought … 4 giant packs of stickers at this point. They’re only 5% classic images in this garish neon nonsense but I kept buying them this spring/summer. I am using them on my workout tracker calenders. That I make with markers and stickers …and construction paper. I am not a cool kid. Lisa Frank – at least it aint Ed Hardy.
Tie-in to working out. I busted my hip and can’t really run for a while on it without falling over/ imagining a hip replacement before I’m 30 so I’m back to the regular aerobics-y cardio. So boring but I can listen to the computer radio, get meditative and think about my day at least.. I plan on only two weeks more of this crap though, takes too long and I gotta marathon to train for;)
Tie-in to diligent training and tracking. Giovanni Cacciatore and I were in LA for a week and a half where I had two veggie corndogs at Hot Dog on a Stick and funnel cake at the Ventura County Fair. Never having eaten these things before I rate the corndogs an 7.5 and funnel cake a 4. The funnel cake was not good, even it’s proximity to the 4-H rabbit barn couldn’t make it better. It gets a 4 for coming with a cup of pretty good coffee. Veg Corndogs get a heck yea, this is a gross fried food I can get behind. Any vehicle for ketchup and relish really.
When visiting my father last week he finally confirmed we both have green eyes. This was a thing in the past; he has always said my eyes weren’t green, making milkmans child accusations, etc. Then his wife said we also have the same nose. His nose is huge, french and has been broken twice.
I have a tiny normal nose from my real father, the milkman.
OK, rambling blather. Last tidbit: I suck at mini golf but of course rule at skeeball yet again.
my glorious prize
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