Thought I'd show you guys my latest project. I've had a few weekends of sanding this old church pew. It's from the church Stabb and I have been helping to renovate. This one was outside under an overhang on a side porch. Some kids (we're guessing) came along and spray painted a little graffiti on this pew and our fresh paint.
The pastor told me I could take it home and we'd remove the temptation. Sooo...I have a cool pew for my garden. I've managed to sand down the first part to the bare wood. I'll have to stain it in 2 phases, the next one with the pew turned upside down.
When I'm done, it will have a dark stain and will be coated in deck sealer. You can clearly see the parts that aren't yet sanded. I love that the hymn holders are still on the back. I'll post pictures when I'm all finished. For now, I'm tired and have sawdust in places nobody should.
I really like it alot..very complimentary to the yard:)
I see colorful cushions, with lanterns hanging behind it, as you two snuggle on one side as the daughters play about. :) Nice work on the sanding.
"Man who fart in church sit in own pew."
Words are fun. They describe the world around us with the kind of accuracy that, when wielded by someone in love with words, can paint pictures in our minds, rally us to action for a cause, inspire us with quiet wisdom, or well-up in us deep and lasting emotions.
Let's play with some fun, odd, and often archaic words. I'll add one or two here periodically. They'll be words that make me smile, make me think, or make me exclaim, "We have a word for that?!"
Today's words tickle me...literally:
"gargalesis" - heavy tickling
"gargalesthesia" - the sensation caused by tickling
So, if your significant other likes to tickle you until you pee yourself, you now have the very words you need to specifically demand that they desist.
I kinda love that the second word has the suffix, "esthesia." It makes me wonder... if narcotics weren't available and you REALLY had to perform emergency surgery, if you couldn't have your assistant aggressively tickle them while you make the incision. I suppose it would be a deal-breaker if neatness were a priority.
Vespers has been writing about a member who keeps rating and re-rating her with revolving 1s and 10s daily. This journal entry isn't really about him, although it might give the poor attention-starved fella a little more press, and that's ok.
His nick is Doru. It sounded familiar to me and then my brain did that funny buzzing thing it does when it tries to choke out a memory.
If my brain has an Association Center related to memory, I bet it has a help desk with a big "Out to Lunch" sign on it. You know the kind that has a spinning hand that points to the number of minutes until it will reopen after the alleged employee returns from lunch..the kind that fails to mention the originating time, so you don't know if it's better to leave because it will be 60 minutes or if they left 58 minutes ago and you should hang out. A pointless sign...yep, that's definitely the kind my brain would requisition.
I bet you're already wondering what this has to do with Vespers or Doru...well, see? That's exactly what I'm talking about. My brain is like a Google search that starts out researching shag carpeting, follows a link to Mormon underwear, and swerves into Genghis Khan's whiny toddler years...but with one difference. I always get there in the end. (Make up your own jokes.)
Apparently my brain is like your dad taking you on a family vacation...or at least like Clark "Sparky" Griswald. I'll get you to Wally World, but we're gonna take the back roads and see the World's Largest Ball of Twine, and the Titan Missile Museum first...even if you don't wanna.
Sooooo... Doru... it reminds me of the song "every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, was singing! Without any presents at all!"
"Why?" I ask my brain. And then I kinda get it...the song sounded like "Da hoo doray da hoo doray"
"That's not really very close," I tell my brain.
My brain responds, 'Did you know that Yahoo is a search engine that kinda sounds like that thin bottled chocolate drink you liked as a kid?'
Why does Yoohoo taste so much better than ordinary chocolate milk? I haven't seen that in stores in ages.
The Magic 8 Ball of Google says:
did you mean hedorah?
Hedorah, a.k.a. 'The Smog Monster', was a giant monster made of pollution who fought Godzilla in the 1971 classic, Godzilla vs The Smog Monster.
Are we there yet?
Bones, I can't conceive of an answer for you. It was dreamed up in New Jersey and half of it is bottled in Louisiana. It hardly sounds like a recipe for success :P
Oh, hello, Thoth...when did you move into my brain's basement apartment? Welcome. Rent's due on the first, no pounding on the pipes, and what if Pan were southern and played the harmonica?
They sell YooHoo at the 99Cent stores here. I'll be glad to ship. *giggles*
I still drink Yoo-hoo
Maybe I'm in a coma somewhere with beeping machines, people deciding whether or not to pull the plug, and I'm just dreaming away of you.
It would explain so much.
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