We're ghetto now, at least temporarily

In preparation for a new washer and dryer (the dryer finally gave out yesterday) Corrie moved the old ones out into the yard. Which is more ghetto, the photo that includes the dorm fridge (which works and is great for outdoor parties!) or the one with the old truck with a flat tire? I guess we won't be winning yard of the month anytime soon. I know Corrie will get them off to the metal recycling place very soon.



To offset the ghetto, here are some new crocus I found blooming in the yard. I should really know what kind they are, but I don't.

Naptime

Almost everyone in the house is napping this afternoon, even I took a short nap, and Corrie is also still napping, but I doubt he wants his photo on my blog. Scabbers and Norman:

Todd:


Even the strays, Itty Bittiest and Oreo, are sleeping in Corrie's old truck that's still full of yard waste for a trip to the dump. Yard waste makes for nice cat beds, I guess.


In other news, Corrie is making good progress on installing the tile on the bathroom walls. We're still not sure what to do for floor tile. Almost everything we see is too similar to what we used on the walls. I'm ok with a lighter color that we found the other night, but Corrie said he doesn't like it. All I really care about is no light-colored grout. It's impossible to keep that stuff clean unless you use chemicals that will burn your hands off.


In seedling news, the only thing coming up so far are my red marigolds. I'm hoping everything else will soon follow. Here's the full seed starter contraption that Corrie built a few years ago on a snow day. I have the ability to move the fluorescent bulbs up as the plants get taller, and I can also move more plants up to the higher shelf and install my other lights. There's an ominous glow in this photo.

Weebles Wobble, but they don't fall down!

I don't want to share my bedroom secrets, but it all started late last night when our chunky kitty, Scabbers, wouldn't reposition himself on the bed so there was room for me. Out of nowhere and pretty much from a dead sleep, I said to Corrie, "he's like a weeble wobble!" I probably haven't thought about weeble wobbles in a few years-probably most people haven't thought about them in 20 years, but from time to time especially when I go through an e-bay phase, I like to think about all of my favorite childhood toys. On my top 10 favorite toys of all time list would be: legos (in the #1 spot), then in no particular order: Lincoln Logs, my spirograph, our Fisher Price Sesame Street playhouse, my sister's Hotwheels collection, our toy oven that we played restaurant with, bristle blocks, tinkertoys, that train that played records, and our weeble wobble circus tent. I couldn't find the whole set on the ebay, but I did find this photo as part of Aaron's Wobbleland:

I remember trying to catapult the weebles out of the cannon and onto the swings, but that didn't always work. Oh, and ours also had a trampoline, but I don't see that here. I'm going to have to keep my eye out for the set. I guess this might be why some people have kids-so they can buy this stuff without feelings of guilt.

Don't judge me for thinking about weebles today-I had a bad day of web snafus and expensive vet bills. Everything seems to have worked out in the end.