90s sitcom kids and their cool crap
May 26th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
Why did all the kids of the early 90′s have the coolest crap. Remember Punky Brewster and her cool wheel barrow bed!?? Remember how it would tip down so she could throw herself into it and then it lovingly caught her and tipped back. That bed was way cooler than my lame white twin bed with blue flowers on it. Not even my Strawberry Shortcake covers could compete with that kind of awesome. Not to mention that Punky Brewster was a hipster before being a hipster was cool! Wait, is being a hipster still cool? And, remember Webster and his amazing super secret clock? How right behind it was a ladder that led up to his room! If I had a clock like that in my house, I would wish all the time that robbers would break in so I could run into my secret clock and call the cops, and then they would come catch the robbers and I would jump out of the clock and be like, “Ha, robber you’ve been foiled!” And the robber would be all, “And I would of gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you, pesky kid!” And, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the amazing train that Ricky Schroder had on Silver Spoons. I would curse the day that my big girl hips came in so I was no longer able to ride comfortably on top of the train.
I stumbled upon this amazing modern day version of kid room cool. It is a wardrobe closet with a super secret hide away cubby hole. Screw it, I am building an adult version one for me.
DIY Anthro Style
May 25th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
I make no secret about my love for Anthropologie, I make no excuses for it either. As if my love didn’t run deep enough, now I have a DIY from them on how to make their glorious flowers out of plastic bottles. If you need me, I will be at the local landfill.
My Mercury is in Retrograde
May 20th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
Why do I have no self-restraint? I have two guns in my home, granted they are old timey and the bullets are from the 30s and all rusty, but nonetheless I have two guns. And, I have no reservations about my maturity to have them in my home and in my possession. Why then can I not be trusted to have a box of Triscuits in my home!?! I can’t even eat them like a normal adult would. One or two servings? Nope, not for this fatty. I have to eat the entire box, and then wonder how a box could go so quickly and then question why I didn’t buy two boxes.
Last night my camera broke. The camera is barely two years old and it died. I went to take a picture, it had trouble getting it’s lense up (no that is not a euphemism) and then it just froze. Every time I push the power button it pathetically grunts a little bit and then goes silent. And then today, I went to use my iPhone and realized the glass was cracked. First off, who the fuck uses glass as a primary component of an everyday device that people throw into a purse? While we are at it, let’s make cars out of jelly beans. I love you Mac but you are no genius here. I truly don’t think I treat things poorly, but I do have a running history of broken electronics and pretty much anything else I touch. Maybe I don’t know how to take care of things. Maybe I am a giant living in a world of doll house furniture. Or maybe I am just wrong, when I think phones can be stored in cups of water and their buttons should be pressed with hammers.
