Thursday, October 16, 2008

Save me from the season

I'm always keeping my eyes open for ideas for my posts. I could write about all the evil things I've done in my life but that would be even more boring than this post. I think I remember undressing my barbies and maybe even removing their arms and legs but nothing that would make the news.

Wait! I think I threw confetti on a cute boy's lawn in high school...

I just got back from my run in the park. I don't think I can feel my legs. With less than 2 miles to ago, this guy on a bike comes up to me and says "Hey, aren't you my yoga teacher?"

I'm thinking to myself I'm at mile 10. I'm really not presentable right now and this guy's name is Dave, I think. DAMN! It wasn't Dave. It took me a minute but I finally recognized him. He was in disguise wearing a helmet and sunglasses. I was hoping for a big crack in the ground to swallow me. That didn't happen. It's a small world sometimes.

OK. I hear you. Back to today's post. It's fall and I like fall, except for the leaves that "fall" off my oak trees that seem to have multiplied over the summer. It's nice to have a break from the heat but it's the colors that get my attention: orange, yellow, red, orange-red, etc. I've always wanted to buy pumpkins and hay to set out so my neighbors think that I actually have decorations. Last year I broke down and bought fake flowers and some dolls for my front porch. I made a little tea party. The neighbors must have liked what I did. Three houses up the street, they copied me.

This year, I had to have more. I needed something for the inside of the house. I'm home more than I like to admit and I get tired of looking at cat hair (Yeah I know I could vacuum but would you get serious here?). I bought more flowers and a scarecrow and arranged them in a vase. Martha Stewart would be proud!

But it just wasn't enough so I bought some small gourds. What was I thinking? Have you ever seen anything uglier? Most of them have some serious pimple problems and well....just look at the pictures.

I named them. I'll warn you. Hubby thinks I'm incredibly silly sometimes.

He's probably right.

I'd like to introduce you to NICE BUNS!



I couldn't bring myself to name this one although all sorts of ideas came into my mind. I finally came up with
HUM...




The stripes give this guy away:
JAILBIRD




And finally, let's go back in time to the Road Runner cartoons and the wonderful ACME company:

BOOM!



Yes, it's supposed to be a bomb.

The rest were too ugly for photos. They killed my scarecrow, may she rest in peace.



These gourds remind of the Beer episode of the British Comedy Blackadder, Season 2. Specifically, Baldric and his confusion about a turnip. I loved Season 2. Hugh Laurie (Dr. House) is in the last two episodes. Catch it if you can.

Enough said. I guess I should get back to ignoring all the leaves that are falling out of the trees.

5 comments:

Merrill Guice said...

Being a cook, I can't help looking at those gourds, wondering what their real name is, and how they'd taste roasted with other winter vegetables. You know, a little olive oil, some spices, and toast 'em in the oven. Yummy!

Thanks for dropping by, you found a chink in the system. I thought I had hidden the old blog on blogger from the world. You read a very old post! My real blog is linked to my name here.

Thanks for becoming my only follower at blogger. I'll wave at you whenever I go there!

Chat Blanc said...

I love the gourd names! And that is the cutest scarecrow I think I've ever seen. :)

ReformingGeek said...

@merrill - The gourds are in the mail ;-)


@chat blanc - Thanks. I like my little scarecrow. I've punished the evil gourds.

VE said...

I hate it when the ground won't swallow you up on command...

All those gourds look...err...excited to be there!

Fortunately I moved into a new development last month. No leaves for another 5-6 years at least. Aaahhh...

Bill said...

Naming gourds ....... hmmmm. Martha doesn't name them, she ARRANGES them. I think you missed an episode of her show! LOL


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