The answers:
1. Tomato with fresh mozzarella and balsamic vinaigrette with a side of crackers. So very, very good. I had seconds. This is unheard of, especially when it comes to things of the vegetable ilk. Which is why, as I've mentioned before, I made such a lousy vegetarian back in the day.
2. Cucumber soap. (Pre de Provence brand, for the curious among you. Add some balsamic vinaigrette and voila!, more salad. And no need to brush your teeth afterward.)
3. Stomach.
4. Bulky sage-green sweater. A man's sweater. With the cuffs rolled up. My favorite way to dress.
5. Trader Joe’s English Breakfast.
6. Pass his ass.
7. Bald eagle.
8. Six projects. Because I am nothing if not an obsessed knitter.
There you have it. The most inane information I’ve ever posted in almost four years of blogging. Except maybe the bit about being afraid of vacuum cleaners. Or the picture I posted when I got Rebecca's poncho stuck on my head. But I had to post something because it's after 2 p.m. PST and TMK just called and said if I didn’t post a blog entry and soon, she’d...she didn’t know what but whatever it was, I wasn’t going to like it. Time to go on Dr. Phil.
Speaking of “pass his ass,” here’s a license plate I saw this week:
U8YRUMT
Since it’s a pretty fair bet the car belonged to some average schmo, I suspect he’s just a lover of alphanumeric wordplay and not all worked up about spiritual and metaphysical emptiness.
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Went to have my hair colored yesterday and the stylist offered to French braid it so I said, what the hey. I envisioned looking so lovely that I would stop TMK dead in her tracks, clutching her chest and gasping for air. Instead, because the braid was tight and the stylist incorporated my bangs into the braid, I went home looking like someone who had had a bad face lift and was having a bad hair day. As it turned out, I didn’t see TMK but, trust me, If I had, there would’ve been no stopping, no clutching, no gasping. There might have been some ill-concealed smirking but we will never know.
And because, if you haven’t figured it out already, I have nothing to write about today, one of the best Kooky Krafts ever in the history of Kooky Krafts, a Gummi Bear chandelier. My gift to you.
P.S. A note to Nanette: I think I have the James Norbury book. Will have to give it a looksee for Egyptian/Arabic patterns. Thank you!
Posted by Ryan at March 9, 2007 02:18 PMNo pictures of the French braid / facelift? I'm disappointed! ;-)
Posted by: Judy on March 9, 2007 08:26 AMOK. I am perhaps about to reveal my total dorkiness (and I have to admit to only recently discovering your blog) but WHO is TMK?
Posted by: Lee on March 9, 2007 10:26 PMOK, the chandelier is the epitome of "too much free time."
Ryan, you weren't in Minneapolis on Friday, were you? Because I saw a woman who looked an awful lot like you, except that she was only about 5' tall. I envision you as a bit taller. So if it wasn't The Real Ryan, know that you have a mini-doppleganger in the Twin Cities.
Let me know if I should stalk her for you ;-)
Posted by: kmkat on March 10, 2007 06:38 AMi was *so* expecting something much more tacky -- the gummy bear chandelier was quite impressive!
Posted by: celeste on March 10, 2007 09:37 PMdid i call 'em or what? exactly what i said you'd do, lol.
i don't like french braids for that very reason. i don't like my hair pulled that hard (and braids never stay in anyway, which is a pain when you can sit on your hair!)
Posted by: minnie on March 10, 2007 10:19 PMHmmmm.... Gummi bears lightly toasted by the light of the chandelier. Can you imagine using this as a light fixture at a kid's birthday party? They'd be eating them off as if it were a candy necklace.
Oh lord! and then it would be "bzzt" as the little monsters got zapped by the electricity! Oh my! It's a kid sized bug-zapper!
Trader Joe's English Breakfast tea is the best, hands down. I had to use some Bigelow's this morning, and it WAS NOT THE SAME. Clearly inferior.
Posted by: Ruth on March 11, 2007 12:10 PMGummy Bear Rug: http://www.makezine.com/blog/archive/2007/03/gummy_bear_rug.html?CMP=OTC-0D6B48984890
I'd try and write something else about this, but, well, it pretty much speaks for itself.
(I thought of you instantly when this link showed up in my inbox today. So I had to rush over and share.)
Posted by: Christina Roberts on March 11, 2007 11:00 PMMaybe the owner of that license plate was a dietician. Or trying to aid her recovery from bulimia?
Posted by: Carrie on March 12, 2007 06:34 AMOkay, that chandelier is the most impressive / sad thing I've seen in a long time!
Posted by: Kim on March 14, 2007 04:14 PM