Archive for July, 2009

Just in case you didn’t know what mad looked like.. I would like to show you:

Just in case this one isn’t good enough…

Gee Mr Bigglesworth.. You look mad.

I’ve told you about my crazy right handed wedding ring

Here’s a lovely photo of it..

I don’t think I’ve ever told you about my haunted thumb ring… It was probably 10 years ago, on warm summer Friday night. I went to an auction. Not just any auction, one of Buddy Griffin’s auctions.

The auction was almost over, and Buddy held up a simple gold wedding band that was found in the back of a night stand. He didn’t know who it belonged too, but assumed it was the elderly woman who had passed away years ago and her children were finally selling her house and it’s contents.

Here’s the ring.

Buddy started the bidding out at $25.00, no one flinched or made a bid. He dropped it to $5.00; I bid and won! When I bid I thought I would sell it on eBay; but after the ring man (HA that sounds like a pun.. but it’s not) gave it to me, slipped it on my thumb and that’s where it’s been ever since.

There is always something a little sad about auctions to me. You know… people selling their stuff.

This ring kind of personifies that to me. I couldn’t believe NO one wanted this woman’s wedding ring. I found out that she had been married 62 years, and her husband had died a few years before her. I couldn’t bring myself to sell it because well.. I’m a sentimental old cow..

This summer frogs have seemed to take over my life. I’ve had frogs every night on my windows and French doors of my house and then I’ve had these…

Here’s The Man cutting out my frog.

I’m really proud of him.. because he’s not always comfortable working with wood..

(oh.. and nice socks.. you know how I love a man with white socks on)

Here’s one of them cut out..

I painted him green.. and painted the white’s of his eyes.

I guess this would be as good of a time as any to tell you WHY I was making these 4 foot tall frogs.

Our church’s Vacation Bible School’s theme this year was F.R.O.G.G.I.E.

Which stands for Fully Rely on God’s Grace in Everything.

His legs and arms freaked me out a bit.. I wasn’t sure what to do with him..

When I drew him on the wood I was pretty sure of what I was going to do..

but at this point I was not so sure.

He’s pretty cute huh?

Look he has a twin!

Saturday morning my Rural Route Carrier called to let us know our mail box was “SMASHED”.. I tried to act like this didn’t affect me.. but it did a little. It sorta tweaked me out a bit.. The Man of course was super calm and acted as though this was something he dealt with on a daily basis. I have NEVER replaced a mailbox, and I don’t think I would even know how.

This side doesn’t look too bad.

Please excuse the photos.. #2 took them.. and didn’t bother to pay attention to the lighting.

I painted this mail box probably 14 years ago.. It’s held up pretty well.

This was in my Mary Englbriet phase..

Here’s the smashed side..

So of course.. we bought a new one.. and I am going to paint it.

Here I am painting the new mailbox… I decided to go with a red sort of poppy flower theme.

Since the box was black.. I painted the design white..

Then covered it with color.

While I painted this I was thinking of all the ways I could get back at the person that hit my mail box.. I could go all CSI on them..

Do you remember the CSI when the guy filled his mailbox with cement and the kids broke their arms when they drove by and hit the box?

OR

I could go all “Taken” on them.. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. I have a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career of, mailbox painting. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my mailbox go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will tell your parents and I will make you paint my mailbox.

OR

I could be Dr Evil from Austin Powers and shoot them with “frickin’ laser beams, that are mounted to sea bass.

If I were Ricky Bobby, I would buy a new mailbox and put a Fig Newton sticker on it. “This Fig Newton sticker is dangers and inconvenient, but I do love Fig Newtons.”