He looks so pensive in this picture doesn’t he? Do you wonder what he was thinking about, what he was dreaming about at the exact moment the shutter was snapped?
I don’t. But that’s because I know what was going through his head.
He was thinking “Why is this lady making me stand here with my coat off for a Goddamn picture? It’s FREEZING”
And he was dreaming about the Hot Chocolate with marshmallows I promised him if he just stood still a few more minutes.
He doesn’t like this picture.
I am absolutely FREEEEEEEZING, I’ve been cold allllllll freaking day long! OMG. My feet are like ice and I swear to god that the first person who says that I’m cold ‘cus I sat on the couch tonight eating Mint Chocolate Chop Ice cream straight out of the carton, I will slap you upside the head.
And I mean it.
I’m going to go in the bath now. If I don’t warm up soon, Micah will be bitching about the temperature of my ass when we go to bed, then i will complain about how cold his feet are and he will stick them on the small of my back and I will retaliate by sticking my ice blocks for hands on his stomach and the dog will start barking and the kids will wake up and it will be ALL YOUR FAULT!
Oh, and I got the fans all cleaned, in case anyone was wondering.
Oh and I am trying something different in regards to comments.. Please be sure to use a valid email address if you choose to comment becuase I will be replying VIA email today.
Now excuse me while I go get wet and naked.
So the weekend is over!
It feels like we were on the move ALL weekend, and yet, when I sit back (Guess what I am doing Right.Now? if you said “sitting back”, you get a gold star!) and think about it, nothing much really went on!
Friday of course was Twilight, and I am still sad about THAT.
Saturday was all about sleeping in til 2pm and then *excitement* reorganizing the sewing room! (Pls, don’t be sad you weren’t here to help, next summer you can come help me mud and paint the garage!)
And Sunday was reserved for fooling around in the internet, a quick, but cold, picture taking session and some quality puppy bath time. OMG that dog hates the bath! (Sammi)
I bet ya can’t wait till I tell you my plans for Monday, huh? In fact, if you are reading this ON Monday, I might be doing it Right NOW. Yeah. While you read this, synchronized you and me time!
Uhm, except I’m cleaning all the ceiling fans, and you’re reading Bluepaintred Dot Com.
(Betcha I’m having more fun Cleaning the fans than you are reading this, huh? Sorry about that)
This is a copy and paste from an article in our local news paper.
Billboard war fought on busy Warman Road
Les MacPherson, The StarPhoenix
Published: Tuesday, November 18, 2008
There’s a kind of war underway on Warman Road, a war of competing ideas, fought with billboards, spray paint and possibly step ladders. Exactly who are the combatants is not entirely clear. It seems to be the forces of righteousness aligned against the forces of iniquity. But which is which?
It started with a billboard promoting Saskatoon radio station Wired 96.3 and plugging the hit single, I Kissed A Girl. If you listen at all to the radio, you’ll have heard the song, probably about 10,000 times. Mozart didn’t get as much play as I Kissed a Girl. But Mozart didn’t celebrate experimental lesbianism. That would be the provocative theme of I Kissed a Girl, with girl proclaiming in song how delightful it is to kiss another girl, to taste her cherry Chapstick, to feel her soft, red lips. . . . It’s a theme that makes some people uncomfortable, apparently.
I can sympathize. The notion of girls kissing makes me uncomfortable, too, but in a way that is not all bad, I’m sorry to say.
The billboard added a sneaky twist, however, with the song title appearing over the image, not of a pretty girl yearning for a taste of forbidden love, but of a wrinkly old woman puckered up for a big, wet smooch. It was enough to make me reconsider my views on experimental lesbianism.
Not everyone was amused. Among them would be the person or persons unknown who defaced the billboard by sticking over top of the word “Girl,” a black, adhesive rectangle on which was neatly printed the word CENSORED. But this was more an act of denunciation than of censorship. Everyone who had seen the billboard already knew what it said. The point was not to conceal the unwelcome message but, rather, to condemn it.
It must have been a sophisticated, commando-style operation, well-planned and smoothly executed. Warman is among the busiest streets in the city. The billboard is brightly illuminated and well out of reach. The perpetrators would have needed a ladder or at least a boost. Their elaborate CENSORED sign they must have made in advance. This would suggest adult involvement. Kids prefer for defacement purposes the more fluid immediacy of spray paint. That would come later.
About two days later, as it so happened. This time, it was a counterattack against the self-appointed censors who had earlier left their mark on the billboard. These new culprits peeled off the unauthorized CENSORED sign, revealing once again the full song title in all its suggestiveness. Then they went to work with the black Krylon.
“It’s just a song, church bitches,” they scrawled across the billboard. As if that wasn’t regrettable enough, they also drew a huge penis, suggestively positioned between the old lady’s lips. This is not what anyone needs to confront on his way to work in the morning. It did occur to me, however, that Church Bitches might be a good name for a rock band.
The twice-defaced billboard soon thereafter was removed. Now, in its place, is a new billboard, this one showing a man and woman kissing in the somewhat perfunctory manner of a couple married for decades.
“I kissed my husband,” says the accompanying text, “and I loved it.” The referential message only makes sense in the context of what was there before. Someone who had not seen the earlier billboard might think this one was an ad for mouthwash or maybe Viagra.
There is nothing to indicate who sponsored the new billboard, but I’m guessing it wasn’t a radio station. Whether this one, too, will be defaced remains to be seen. For the moment, at least, an uneasy ceasefire prevails. Meanwhile, I Kissed a Girl has slipped to No. 22 on the pop charts. When it falls out of the top 50 in a week or two, we can officially downgrade the experimental lesbianism threat level from red to yellow.
