You know you want one: All96Colors
I have 160+ followers and, well, if ya’ll really truly pay attention to anything I actually post, blog or say is, well, lucky for me! And hey, look at that, next up on the purchasing block is Lucky Bear Care Bear!
Why are you posting trash cans? Why not? HA! In December of 2012 I decided to open up an etsy shop to sell my trash cans. I can draw nearly anything and I drew on my own personal that everyone liked so I decided to spread joy, through trash, and provide a funky conversational piece for others. Use and abuse them for your kids, buy them for birthday gifts, use them for gift baskets - playa’ the possibilities are ENDLESS.
So, that is why I randomly post trash cans with an array of various cartoon and sports characters.
Check out the rest of my trash drawings here.
I tell ya’ it is thee craziest thing, I woke up last week with this intense craving for lettuce. In my entire 28 years of life, I can count maybe the 3 times I tried lettuce or went out to eat and asked for it - all three times being on a an unhealthy taco from the Bell. Ever since last week I have been craving the taste of it. We made healthy tacos and I bought lettuce and haven’t stopped eating it since.
I want it on my veggie burgers, turkey burgers, I’ve tried a salad… Something is to be said for eating healthy. I’ve said it multiple times since blogging my quest to get healthy and just doing right by my bod. and I will say it again, your body will lettuce you know. Once you go down the path to eating healthy, boy does your body crave it more.
Cheers to you my new friend. After all these years, it turns out you don’t make me gag at all and you aren’t half bad either. My bad.
Shortly, you will be able to search for All96Colors in Etsy.com and check out the stack of trash cans I have available and ready for you to enjoy and share!
Tonight I worked hard t get just a couple more up:
As official home owners, as per yesterday, I decided my first order of business is to bring my little friends up to status with fresh dirt and a new funky rain boot potter and a new little tea cup pot with a mini shrub.
My guys needed a little love and I can’t bring them to a new home looking frumpy!
You, you, you otta’ know…
Wow. Aside from the awesome Jenny from the block shirt and bag I got for St. Pat’s, I came home and discovered that I am officially fitting into some old pants (Size 9) that I’ve been hanging onto.
I’m a Lean, mean, fighting machine on this, the 31st day of my oober awesome Lean dieting program.
In 31 days I have managed to refrain from pop, fast food, cut down on carbs and maintain portion control, go from a large to a size medium underwear and shirts AND as of 10 minutes ago — fit into my old “you can do it” motivational pants.
Hol-ler all over your face. Hollahollahollahollahoooo.
I am 12,000% against re-blogging anything! In fact, this is my first re-blog ever! I feel that the world of tumblr gets a messy and mushy with people whose quickdraw is the re-blog button. I would just like to say that, in order for a re-blog to ever occur on my end, you need to produce something smart, clever, creative and as boomshockalocka as this! Yellowmeansgo didn’t design, illustrate or create this, but they posted it and that — in my book — is a Star Search three and a half quarter stars! Click the photo to view Sam Spratt’s Web site. Psh… you know I did.
Pardon me as my head is spinning a little and I am much excited. I made a vintage purchase online. As stated before, I like odd things. The unusual. The different, but off in a cute way type of odd thing. For a while I’ve decided that I needed a cookie jar. I am not interested in anything cute or cupcake as seen in Target stores. I am looking for something fun and funky. Usually, anything vintage and 60’s will fill my needs. Today, I found what I was looking for: a green, 1960’s, hippo!
In a less then productive work day I decided that now was the time that I would find my cookie jar. I’ve seen it before in the form of a vintage owl, but he was snatched away as I did not act quickly enough. I knew I would know it when I saw my vintage piece again. Naturally, I did my pursuing at etsy.com. A funky little Web site that a co-worker introduced me to. It’s a cross between an online yard sale and those with a creative thumb trying to make a buck.
The purchase was a bit steep for a green hippo who has seen a couple more than his fair share of cookies, but I tend to find really good pieces and halt on purchasing them. The price can be scary issue at times, but because I lost my last good find I sucked it up and brought him. Plus, it really helped that the boyfriend thought he was cute. I hope he comes this weekend so I can eat cookies and dunk them in milk.
I woke up this morning feel kinda antsy in green panties cause today is “throw your heritage out the window and pretend to be Irish for the day!” So, I did just that and I got down on a huge plate of eggs, sipped on some kegs and…only kidding! The closest thing to celebrating the Patt’s Day that I get is wearing my green Celtics shirt. Woo-wee! (Sar-cas-im.)
I have a few friends going out, but their intentions differ from mine. So, as to not get completely pissed off that the whole world is able to endure some fun, I shall join them for a bit and then take my salty ass home, sulk on the couch and watch more tv.
Is it really that big of a deal? No. Certainly not. Do I feel hella’ and tons of left out because those around me and friends included get to shoot the shit inside a bar and have a bit of fun? Yes. Certainly yes. Could I join them? (Technically I am, but only for one purpose: A CHEESEBURGER.) I could join them, but that only makes my saltiness worse. I, sober person McGee, cannot surround myself with the likes of other drunken fellows. It’s a whole nother’ world. It doesn’t work.
I try to tell myself that it’s just another day and that there will be more days just like today. It’s only nine months of your life. And…that works —mostly— until my moody ass is presented with a day like today. I don’t see anyone running to skip out the celebrations and hang out with me on the couch.
I should probably stop writing. I’m pissing myself off more now then I was with intentions to write and pass time. Great! Now I’m pissed and bored. Enjoy your crappy St. Pattys Day effers. Happy Hangover to you!
I gotta, must, need to and shall rant about why I am rooting for the Pack Dawgs and not the Burgin’ Steelers.
Here’s the thing. I’m a born and raised Bown’s fan from a town 45 minutes from Cleveland. Akron. Have you heard of us? LeBron. Right! That’s us! Now in Akron and most places in Ohio, you either were and stayed a Browns fan when they went on hiatus, you jumped ship and went Northeast or you were always a fan of the black and yellow. Some would say that they root for the Steelers cause their win is the next best thing. (Since the Browns are a ways away from the victory.)
The reason I myself am not supporting the Pennsylvania football team is because they are so damn cocky. Well, rightly so if you look at the number of wins, but I hate it. Humble it up people. It’s ugly and unattractive. We need someone to bring you all down to reality. Knock you off cloud nine. We get it! You are good. Fine. I have no problem admitting that, but do you have to be jack asses about the whole thing? I would like to see some green knock you off your high horse.
Maybe I’m jealous because my poor Brownies have yet to feel the win of a Superbowl. That being said Pittsburgh, the people and media will care a lot more on Monday morning if the Packs’ take you down. If you win, it will be another win under the belt and a pat on the back for another job well down. The talk wont last as long and the spotlight will dim faster.
Common Packs’! Give the rest of the world a chance to dance in the face of the enemy! Defense! Defense! Touchdown! Make it rain cheese all day!! Do it for the Browns. (Insert your favorite team who has yet to make it, missed a shot, had a chance or if you simply do not care for the Steelers.)