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Order a trash can here. We have a handful ready for immediate shipping -OR- if you got something else in mind, I got you babe.
Makes for a groovy Easter basket for a special tot.
Think about it! ;D
Working on this lil Dora for my little three year old god daughter buddy. Now, attend All96Colors on Etsy.com and buy or custom order something from me (to pay fir our wedding - HEHE) and I will discount you if you mention my blog name.
Last year I started this little ditty to commemorate a moment/memory for each year I was born: 27 Things from 27 Years of My Life.
I shall continue where I left off…
I was born on January 4th, 1985. It was a cold, dark and confusing day when I caught a wave into town. A couple people hit me, gave me a bath and fed me something to eat – the details are rough as it was some time ago. I would like to take this time to reflect back on 27 of the most random things that happened in my life.
1. Father Du was high in a tree cutting down branches by his hand. He forgot about toddler me and nearly killed my with a tree branch that fell close by. It was a good time.
2. When my sister was born I was laying in bed with my mom, her water broke and I thought my mom peed the bed. It was a confusing time.
3. My mom tied my shoes until I was 5. I simply put my foot up and she did the rest for 5 years. Spoiled.
4. The first time I remember knowing I was stubborn – trying to learn how to ride my bike. The damn bike wouldn’t stand up when I was on it so I slammed it down and walked inside.
5. When I was younger my mom put green dye in with chicken and told me we were having frogs for dinner. I cried.
6. I used to sneak spoon fulls of Nestle when my mom wasn’t looking. I learned my lesson when I thought that baking hershey chocolate was the same thing. Ouch.
7. When I was sick my mom used to tell me that the Cookie Monster lived in my ears and to get me to feel better she would pretend my ear was a phone and she would call Cookie Monster. “A one ringy dingy..” Sometimes I cried. Who wants the Cookie Monster in their ears!??
8. My sister had an imaginary friend named Skeeter when she was a baby/toddler. I used to throw him out the car window and in the trash. My parents made me get him out every time.
9. My first crush was Dougie Howser – he’s gay now. Good pick.
10. I’ve never had a detention, in school, in my life.
11. I met Ben Stein in Washington DC during my 8th grade trip to Washington. I said, “OMG, you’re Ben Stein.” He said, “Everybody’s gotta be somewhere. I have his picture to prove it.
12. I loved climbing trees and building tents when I was a kid.
13. I bowled with Pete Webber. (Don’t know who he is? Look it up.)
14. I pretend I was an alien and a vampire in the 4th & 5th grade.
15. I ate my first strawberry when I was in my 20’s.
16. My first screen name was JMD1892 and I switched it to UuHhChew and then to Eyemdrunk151.
17. My first boyfriend’s name was, and I’m not joking, John Jacob… Jingleheimer Schmidt….his name is my name too! Whenever I got out, the people always shout: There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt… lalalalalalaaaaaa
18. I slept in the same bed as my mother until I was 14ish/15.
19. I had to learn all the words to Nelly’s Country Gramma’ by rewinding a CD…no internet.
20. I forged my mom’s signature on a math test in middle school and got caught…. I was one of 5 kids in my class to do the same thing!
21. My first concert was Cher/Bon Jovi and because I was a toddler, the only thing I remember is someone’s RV and an oversized gorilla.
22. Meatloaf came to Akron for a charity softball game. We ran down to meet him. I shook his hand.
23. My sister and I randomly met the man who wrote the lyrics to Eye of the Tiger at Lock 3 in downtown Akron.
24. I went to Disney when I was 5 and I can only remember the Dumbo ride, but I still have my ticket!
25. My mom said that I could stay up as late as I wanted on school night’s as long as I was reading… I stayed up many nights reading.
26. My all time favorite book is called the Appleton’s and it’s about a family whose heads turn into apples. It is the ONLY book I have read more than once.
27. I used to ride my bike and try to get lost around town, when I got my license I realized that I was never really far from home.
28. My dad wrote a song about me, my sister and our nicknames (Butterfly and Bumblebee). He randomly knew a women who was married to one of the drummers for Garth Brooks. “Jennifer my little butterfly, wont you fly away with me? In the breeze and through the trees, Jennifer my little butterfly, won’t you fly away with me…”
I was born on January 4th, 1985. It was a cold, dark and confusing day when I caught a wave into town. A couple people hit me, gave me a bath and fed me something to eat – the details are rough as it was some time ago. I would like to take this time to reflect back on 27 of the most random things that happened in my life.
1. Father Du was high in a tree cutting down branches by his hand. He forgot about toddler me and nearly killed my with a tree branch that fell close by. It was a good time.
2. When my sister was born I was laying in bed with my mom, her water broke and I thought my mom peed the bed. It was a confusing time.
3. My mom tied my shoes until I was 5. I simply put my foot up and she did the rest for 5 years. Spoiled.
4. The first time I remember knowing I was stubborn – trying to learn how to ride my bike. The damn bike wouldn’t stand up when I was on it so I slammed it down and walked inside.
5. When I was younger my mom put green dye in with chicken and told me we were having frogs for dinner. I cried.
6. I used to sneak spoon fulls of Nestle when my mom wasn’t looking. I learned my lesson when I thought that baking hershey chocolate was the same thing. Ouch.
7. When I was sick my mom used to tell me that the Cookie Monster lived in my ears and to get me to feel better she would pretend my ear was a phone and she would call Cookie Monster. “A one ringy dingy..” Sometimes I cried. Who wants the Cookie Monster in their ears!??
8. My sister had an imaginary friend named Skeeter when she was a baby/toddler. I used to throw him out the car window and in the trash. My parents made me get him out every time.
9. My first crush was Dougie Howser – he’s gay now. Good pick.
10. I’ve never had a detention, in school, in my life.
11. I met Ben Stein in Washington DC during my 8th grade trip to Washington. I said, “OMG, you’re Ben Stein.” He said, “Everybody’s gotta be somewhere. I have his picture to prove it.
12. I loved climbing trees and building tents when I was a kid.
13. I bowled with Pete Webber. (Don’t know who he is? Look it up.)
14. I pretend I was an alien and a vampire in the 4th & 5th grade.
15. I ate my first strawberry when I was in my 20’s.
16. My first screen name was JMD1892 and I switched it to UuHhChew and then to Eyemdrunk151.
17. My first boyfriend’s name was, and I’m not joking, John Jacob… Jingleheimer Schmidt….his name is my name too! Whenever I got out, the people always shout: There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt… lalalalalalaaaaaa
18. I slept in the same bed as my mother until I was 14ish/15.
19. I had to learn all the words to Nelly’s Country Gramma’ by rewinding a CD…no internet.
20. I forged my mom’s signature on a math test in middle school and got caught…. I was one of 5 kids in my class to do the same thing!
21. My first concert was Cher/Bon Jovi and because I was a toddler, the only thing I remember is someone’s RV and an oversized gorilla.
22. Meatloaf came to Akron for a charity softball game. We ran down to meet him. I shook his hand.
23. My sister and I randomly met the man who wrote the lyrics to Eye of the Tiger at Lock 3 in downtown Akron.
24. I went to Disney when I was 5 and I can only remember the Dumbo ride, but I still have my ticket!
25. My mom said that I could stay up as late as I wanted on school night’s as long as I was reading… I stayed up many nights reading.
26. My all time favorite book is called the Appleton’s and it’s about a family whose heads turn into apples. It is the ONLY book I have read more than once.
27. I used to ride my bike and try to get lost around town, when I got my license I realized that I was never really far from home.
And look at the finished this blog at 12:02 a.m. – just enough time to turn 27! Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeeee.
Hotdog Christmas was an over eating good time full of sodium, cheese, burnt chocolate and a titty boner. (You must always remember to stir the fondu and keep the Wild Irish Rose out of family members hands! Hehe.)
So, for the next 3 days (till Vegas) I shall focus on finding the energy into putting all the goodies away and mapping out the attack that my clothes will have on my suitcase for our second trip to Vegas! Hopefully this time we will be less effected by the cold, I will pack better shoes and we will not party on the inside for the big ball drop of 12’.
And then we will come home and a few short days later I will spend 2012 as a 27 year old women. And just for the record - I would pull a Groundhogs day on my 27th birthday. I think I could handle 27 forever. So, if anyone has magic potion to make the Groundhog Day effect happen - OR - if you are in touch with the real Edward Cullen, could you send it/him my way. I’d like to be 27 forever, ever.
Hope your yule-tides were gay and stuff.
Yesterday was the second — is it an anniversary? Maybe a remembrance. Either way, yesterday marked two years since my my dad has passed away. I expected a gloomy day, although the rain wasn’t much help, the day was less gloomy than that of my experience with year number one. I discovered that my father shares the day with his numero uno Art Clokey. Art is the creator for Gumby and Wednesday, October 13 would have been sir Art’s 90th birthday.
This was a pretty ironic discovery for me. Long story short, I made mention/joke of putting a Gumby on my dads grave last summer when we made our way out to Maine. Randomly, we were antique shopping and in the mist of a pile of junk, I found a Gumby. So, in the end I got way.
Anyway, when Google popped up and I discovered that that depressing day of my dad’s death was partnered with Art’s birthday. This made me smile. It really turned my day around. Everytime I think about him, a classic song from my childhood comes on the radio or a butterfly crosses my path. Now, I can smile rest assured that such a morbid day is not all that bad. Another little wink wink from my dad. I those wink wink moments. They melt my heart — like a tap on the shoulder saying, “hey Butterfly, I’m here.”
A very Happy Birthday to my father who would have been 53 years old today.
Pennies from Heaven
I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground.
But this is not just a penny
This little coin I found.
Found pennies from heaven
That is what my mother told me.
She said Angels toss them down.
Oh, how I love that story.
She said when an angel misses you
They toss a penny down.
Sometimes just to cheer you up,
Make you smile out of your frown.
So, dont pass that penny
When your feeling blue.
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel tossed to you!
Although some may think it odd, I still have a super enormous crush on a one, Jonathan Christopher #Depp the third. If I were 13 my room would be plastered, PLASTERED I TELL YA’, with photos torn out of Teen Beat Magazine and oversized posters of him from Wal Mart. If I currently wasn’t sharing a bedroom (apartment) with my boyfriend then I would still would totally do it — and I am almost 27! (GASP! I know.)
But because I am reaching — or have reached — an age where that is no longer acceptable to do such a thing (and because the boyfriend would KILL me) I simply keep a collection of his films stowed away for safe keeping. (Sorry, the girls at work got me going. I told them not get me started on my admiration and/or love for the Deppster, but they did and now I’m all flustered.)
Basically I just wanted to wish the man a Happy Birthday: Happy Birthday You sexy, hot and strange baked potato of love. Like the song, Age ain’t nothing but a number and although you are old enough to be my daddy…. okay, I’ll stop there.
Happy Birthday Deppy-poo! Your girlfriend in Ohio loves you!
(Sorry, I’m having a moment.)
Please note: I wanted to call this “A tragedy,” but even that’s too dramatic for me. :P
I’m not old. I’m not even close to wrinkles or grey. Okay, I’ll admit I’ve found two hairs that I am aware of. Turning 26 is not something to cry over! Or is it?
I worked the entire day (a birthday first) and spent the whole day, in and out, with a group of people I didn’t even know. My “special day” was made a mockery of when I was condescendingly introduced as “the birthday girl” and I wasn’t able to fully consider myself “off the clock” until 36 minutes after the five o’clock hour. The birthday dinner I had planned, and greatly looking forward to, was a flop. I spent the evening crying and listening to mother stories. The damn tears just wouldn’t stop!
Pathetically, I cried when I opened my birthday card from my mom. I cried when I discovered my sister couldn’t be there. I cried when my mom talked about my father and I turned in horror as my mother decided to share my moment of conception. (I agree, better left to the unknown.) I laughed as I cried while eating a pizza—cooked to makeup for the lack of Applebees. I cried because I didn’t have cake. (It’s true. I am Diva.)
I guess the most depressing thing for me is that turning 26 was my year that birthday’s didn’t matter. For some reason it killed me. Crushed. Crumbling. Blah. The why is unbeknownst to me, but the sulkin” gloom and disappointment is taking over my Wednesday. I woke up later, uncaring, with a frizzy tornado on my head. What is the big deal? Snap out of it I say—but I cannot. Get over yourself I say—but cannot.
Adulthood. Blah. Le sigh.
Oh, the best part of the night was when my mom told me if she won the lottery she would open a dog sanctuary and hire federal prisoners to pick up dog shit. I got a good laugh outta’ that.
On a lighter note….
(As I re-visit this depression of a blog.) Vegas was a great time. Not the glitz, glam, show girls and class of rich old ladies I expected, but free, fun and wild. I stayed up late, drank hard and gambled even harder.
As expected, me and other half never upset. Hand-in-hand, we walk mile after mile enjoying the bigger, better and best! The lights caught our eyes and kept us in tune with why the city of sin never sleeps.
(Thanks for my lucky charm and Vegas boo.) EyeLuvYou.
