Eggshell Green

Happy 5:30 in the morning everyone!

If you have young children, you will understand. *Yawn.*

At least we get an extra hour to enjoy our sleep deprivation…

Oh me, oh my (there goes my chance)

George's book Oh Myyy

So, I just found out that I missed an opportunity to have my unicorn Rainbow Shuffle image published in George Takei’s Oh myyy (There goes the Internet) book.

I don’t use my eggshellgreen Facebook page often, as I stopped crafting after my two kids came along, and only just checked the messages on it today.  One of his interns at the time, had contacted me in October 2012 about George’s interest in possibly using the image. The book got published in November 2012. I’m such an egg :(

Anyway, thanks George for considering it and I am so sorry (you don’t know how much!) that I didn’t get back to you earlier.

I am still thrilled that George thinks the design is great and that he posted it on his Facebook page at least.

My dog looks like a chicken

When Fez lies on his tummy and spreads his back legs, they look like drum sticks and he looks just like one of those spatchcocked chickens.

Here’s a picture from when Abby was a baby. The two of them were coincidentally both lying on their tummies playing with their toys. How cute!

Pretending to be a human baby

Tags: baby, fez

We have strange pets

Our dog Fez, possibly the most pathetic dog in the world, had an extra two toes (dew claws) on each of his hind legs when he was born. Not only that, he’s one of those dogs that likes lying on his tummy with his legs spread out like a split chicken.

Fez as a puppy lying on his tum

Spatch cocked doggy

Look at those drums

The hubby’s mum has a boy dog called Max. They also have a girl dog called Petals. Petals likes to hump Max – backwards. She’s giving him a back massage, they say.

I don't think this is gonna work out

And then there’s Floss, my sister-in-law’s dog. She also likes to hump – but she likes to hump their boy cat! They really seem to enjoy it despite a bit of hostility at the end…

What’s the point of having pets if you can’t laugh at them huh!

Tags: animals, fez, pets

A Blog Addiction

I recently read a post Pondering the Weirdness of Blogging that inspired me to write my own post about how blogging has changed my life.

A year and a half ago, blogging was just something that existed in other people’s daily lives. I didn’t bother much about reading blogs either. Today I find myself jumping online every free moment to check my email for new comments, and I get myself lost in multiple blogs as I try to find out what other people like me are doing and writing about. I really do spend a lot of time with blogs these days.

• My laptop may as well be part of my legs, though I would have very hot legs all the time.
• My browser often has more tabs than it can display as I keep clicking on links to other posts and blogs. They just multiply like rabbits.
• I have LOTR syndrome. Ok, I just made that condition up. It comes from the story of my mother-in-law immersing herself in The Lord of the Rings novels and unintentionally ignoring the children.
• I know some people only by their screen name.
• I am interested in what avatar I get when a blog generates one for me.
• I stare blankly sometimes, wondering what I can blog about next.
• Instead of watching TV, I listen while reading stuff online. Then I ask hubby what happened. Again.
• I lose track of the time and only care when baby needs me, I’m hungry/thirsty/tired, or I need to pee.
• My laptop has more crumbs stuck under the keys. I can hear them crunch when I type.
• I take photos “for my blog”. I have an excess of photos now.
• I have become more creative, and more motivated to share my creativity with all you lovely folk :D

Thank you blogs, bloggers, and readers!

(Was going to take a photo for this blog, but the camera battery is dead. Another thing that blogging is to blame for. Although I admit it was my fault for plugging the glue gun in yesterday instead of the charger. Camera battery still dead but I had a super warmed up glue gun this morning.)

Tags: blog, blogging

This little piggy did what?

Have you ever sat down and thought about the words of old school fairy tales and nursery rhymes? When you do, a lot of questions are raised.

Like the This Little Piggy ryhme:

This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
This little piggy had none
And this little piggy went “wee wee wee” all the way home.

Right, so the first piggy went to market – to be sold as meat or to get groceries?

The second piggy stayed home – ok, so it sounds like they have domestic lives and the first one only went to get vegies. Or is the second piggy being spared for another day…?

The third had roast beef – something about that doesn’t sound right for some reason. Do pigs eat cows? Did the first piggy pick up a roast from the butcher’s on his way to the market last week?

The fourth piggy sounds like he didn’t pay his share of the food bill – or the third piggy was a greedy bastard. Why are piggies eating roast beef again?

And is the fifth piggy being dragged to his home (where assumedly all the other piggies live) or to a human’s home to be slaughtered? Sounds brutal to me.

Also, they obviously couldn’t think of another word to rhyme with “home” as they had already used it in the second line.

Alas, we will still teach our children this rhyme – I know I will :)

No Kitchen Gnome

It still surprises me how many people still don’t clean up after themselves at work – you know who you are…

There is a diswasher – put your dishes in it. It’s only a few centimetres from the bench top so don’t give me the excuse that you’re busy and in a hurry, just put them in there. I don’t care if you’re a senior manager – use your mouth if you don’t have opposable thumbs.

Clean the chunks off your bowl/plate. The dishwasher can only do so much, and scraping off dried porridge it does not do. Rissotto with lots of parmesan may be tasty but the left overs sitting there all afternoon is not appetising.

If you spill it, clean it up. If you use it, put it away. Cupboard doors aren’t too hard to close either.

And there always seems to be a person opening up a new bottle of milk instead of using the last of the current bottle – recycling phobia?

There is no company maid. Your mum doesn’t work with you, not that she should do clean up for you anyway. There is no mystical kitchen gnome that goes around magically cleaning up your mess.

And no, I’m not said gnome but thanks for asking.

(By the way, I forgot to mention when I first posted this that the underwear thing is from the South Park episode where they had Underpants Gnomes.)

Kitchen Gnome wishes he was stealing underwear

Laugh of the day: Beavering on

Ok, so it may be immature and crass, but a conversation between a certain manager and another staff member made me laugh (on the inside because the people were right next to me).

Lady Manager: “How’s things going? Haven’t heard any screaming lately.”

Lady Minion: “There’s been some. I’m just beavering on.”

Lady Manager: “Oh good. I like beavering.”

Not sure why this is so funny? Check out the beaver ad on YouTube, turn “beaver” into a verb and add a bit of immaturity.