Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Found Cuteness
I found these little scamps in a photo box at an antique store the other day.
They are probably around the same age as my brother and me.
Easter buckets, biatches!
Monday, March 12, 2012
This and That and Stuff
Mister Kitsch has been on vacation this past week and we seriously partied it up. Which for us means diner food, junking and court.
First up: Court. The Mister had to go testify against this guy who robbed him and I asked if I could go. Being fascinated with all aspects of the court system and quite a fan of the crime shows, I couldn't even sleep the night before because I was so excited. In the end, it wasn't as great as I thought it would be. The docket was overflowing that day so we had to sit out in a hall for five hours straight with hundreds of other people. We kept getting ordered around by bailiffs who apparently act under the impression that every single person coming to court (even witnesses) are there to knife somebody. I wish that I'd taken the pen that my friend who works in a jail sent me that says on the side It's a pen. Not a shank.
The Mister spent a good deal of time sitting next to a creepy guy who was there for choking out his girlfriend and I practiced my supreme lip reading skills while deciphering what lawyers were whispering to their clients. I'd softly whisper the play-by-play to the Mister so he wouldn't miss the action. We were both fascinated with the courtroom fashions. While I'd never imagine wearing lucite stripper heels or pajama pants (or the two together) to court, I was in the minority. And while we're at it - hello, people...jeggings. What the? Jeggings are the closest that one will ever come to seeing a complete stranger naked. I couldn't believe that just that morning, I had given the Mister grief for attempting to wear a flannel shirt to court. Basically, waiting for court means checking people out - while pretending that you're not checking them out. And playing the Are They Wearing Underwear? game.
In the end, we got to go into court for about an hour and I had a blast. Each time that another inmate was brought out in shackles, I thought, "Yeah!" There were smirking teenage shoplifters and lots of burglars on board. And one guy who kidnapped and beat up some poor lady and straight-faced referred to what they had as "a relationship". The Mister's robber ended up striking a plea deal so unfortunately, we never got to see him or yell profanities at him. And even though he'd merely stolen a projector, I think I had the Mister convinced that he should fake cry and shriek at the burglar, "You ruined my life!!" before falling out of the witness chair and collapsing onto the floor. So I was even more bummed that the case didn't get called up.
The rest of the vacation was spent on yellow food:
I think that we went to every diner in town last week and I had grilled cheeses every day.
Pow! Pow!
I also applied for my first passport ever. This was one of my prospective passport photos:
But apparently, the government does not have a sense of humor.
Cock-a-doodle-meh.
We went to a lot of junk stores and thrifts. Where we did not buy this:
Or this
But we did buy this:
A ridiculously enormous and heavy glass-front cabinet. It intimidates me with it's display potential. So far, I just clean it and stare at it. And warring factions of cats do battle on and inside of it.
The vacation week ended this morning with my having this crazy dream where Robbie from knitxcore and I (even though we've never actually met in real life) were working on an undercover case, trying to expose the American Eagle Outfitters clothing company for getting free pets off of Craiglist and using them to make fur collars for denim shirts. Yes, my dreams are morose.
Apparently, they had contracted Robbie to knit collars for them but at the last minute, turned to pet fur and boy, were we angry. We were totally going to bust them too! The action and adventure ended when the Mister woke me up to let me know that he was taking one of our cats in for a nail trim. Thus our usual mundane life of work days and chores resumed. Sigh.
I hope that all of y'all have been doing good!
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
First up: Court. The Mister had to go testify against this guy who robbed him and I asked if I could go. Being fascinated with all aspects of the court system and quite a fan of the crime shows, I couldn't even sleep the night before because I was so excited. In the end, it wasn't as great as I thought it would be. The docket was overflowing that day so we had to sit out in a hall for five hours straight with hundreds of other people. We kept getting ordered around by bailiffs who apparently act under the impression that every single person coming to court (even witnesses) are there to knife somebody. I wish that I'd taken the pen that my friend who works in a jail sent me that says on the side It's a pen. Not a shank.
The Mister spent a good deal of time sitting next to a creepy guy who was there for choking out his girlfriend and I practiced my supreme lip reading skills while deciphering what lawyers were whispering to their clients. I'd softly whisper the play-by-play to the Mister so he wouldn't miss the action. We were both fascinated with the courtroom fashions. While I'd never imagine wearing lucite stripper heels or pajama pants (or the two together) to court, I was in the minority. And while we're at it - hello, people...jeggings. What the? Jeggings are the closest that one will ever come to seeing a complete stranger naked. I couldn't believe that just that morning, I had given the Mister grief for attempting to wear a flannel shirt to court. Basically, waiting for court means checking people out - while pretending that you're not checking them out. And playing the Are They Wearing Underwear? game.
In the end, we got to go into court for about an hour and I had a blast. Each time that another inmate was brought out in shackles, I thought, "Yeah!" There were smirking teenage shoplifters and lots of burglars on board. And one guy who kidnapped and beat up some poor lady and straight-faced referred to what they had as "a relationship". The Mister's robber ended up striking a plea deal so unfortunately, we never got to see him or yell profanities at him. And even though he'd merely stolen a projector, I think I had the Mister convinced that he should fake cry and shriek at the burglar, "You ruined my life!!" before falling out of the witness chair and collapsing onto the floor. So I was even more bummed that the case didn't get called up.
The rest of the vacation was spent on yellow food:
A ridiculously enormous and heavy glass-front cabinet. It intimidates me with it's display potential. So far, I just clean it and stare at it. And warring factions of cats do battle on and inside of it.
The vacation week ended this morning with my having this crazy dream where Robbie from knitxcore and I (even though we've never actually met in real life) were working on an undercover case, trying to expose the American Eagle Outfitters clothing company for getting free pets off of Craiglist and using them to make fur collars for denim shirts. Yes, my dreams are morose.
Apparently, they had contracted Robbie to knit collars for them but at the last minute, turned to pet fur and boy, were we angry. We were totally going to bust them too! The action and adventure ended when the Mister woke me up to let me know that he was taking one of our cats in for a nail trim. Thus our usual mundane life of work days and chores resumed. Sigh.
I hope that all of y'all have been doing good!
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
Friday, March 9, 2012
Antique Mall Visit
Hey all! We made it through the storm just fine. We only spent about three minutes total in the hall closet and after that, smooth sailing! The Mister has been on vacation this week so we've been able to get some fun time in amongst some more hectic happenings such as a visit to court. No, we didn't get arrested. Not this time at least! More on that later.
Yesterday, we stopped into the Tennessee Antique Mall where I found this awesome couple.
I think that they have the kindest faces ever.
I know nothing about them (and you know that's killing me) besides that this picture was taken in Murfreesboro, TN in 1957.
I also stopped in to see Jamie from Owl Really's booth:
Of which I took pretty horrible photos that do it no justice. Sorry Jamie!
She has much, much better photos here.
Jamie has a really great eye and some awesome items. And if you love owls like I do, you'll have a hard time deciding because she has so many. Stop by and see her if you're Nashville folk. And if you buy that adorable little horse sweater before I'm able to have kids, I'll completely understand. Maybe.
In other antique store news, my heart wanted this. It's got squirrels! Eee!
But then I remembered how our last cuckoo clock fared:
That poor clock is now living in the witness protection program (the Mister's office at work).
So we bought an enormous piece of furniture instead - that the Mister and the antique store owner are going to be careening through here with it in about an hour. If if fits through our doors. We did that hopeful measuring that one does when faced with something that they really want in an antique store. "Oh sure! It's bound to fit!"
Time to clear a path! Gotta run!
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
Yesterday, we stopped into the Tennessee Antique Mall where I found this awesome couple.
I know nothing about them (and you know that's killing me) besides that this picture was taken in Murfreesboro, TN in 1957.
I also stopped in to see Jamie from Owl Really's booth:
Jamie has a really great eye and some awesome items. And if you love owls like I do, you'll have a hard time deciding because she has so many. Stop by and see her if you're Nashville folk. And if you buy that adorable little horse sweater before I'm able to have kids, I'll completely understand. Maybe.
In other antique store news, my heart wanted this. It's got squirrels! Eee!
But then I remembered how our last cuckoo clock fared:
That poor clock is now living in the witness protection program (the Mister's office at work).
So we bought an enormous piece of furniture instead - that the Mister and the antique store owner are going to be careening through here with it in about an hour. If if fits through our doors. We did that hopeful measuring that one does when faced with something that they really want in an antique store. "Oh sure! It's bound to fit!"
Time to clear a path! Gotta run!
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
Friday, March 2, 2012
Stormy Weather
Uggh...do we have to?? Tornado season is seriously the worst. Just this morning, my pest control lady said to us "Didn't y'all used to have a huge basement at your old house with a concrete storm bunker?" while standing in our now one-level ranch house.
Um, yep.
There is something completely different about this storm. Things are being taken way more seriously than usual. I'm not sure if it's because of the devastation and deaths that have been left in the wake of storms in the past several days or if a lot of people are remembering the big tornado that hit Nashville in 1998. It's both, I'm guessing.
Lots of schools and businesses are closed which I've never seen happen. There is a certain pitch to the air. We woke up to a hail storm this morning and now the birds and squirrels are going nuts. Even the Mister who is from Kansas (where they're used to things comin' whippin' down the plains) is taking things seriously and coming home from work early.
In related and ridiculous news, I decided to take a peek into our emergency supply cabinet:
And it appears that we have a lone can of Veg-All (which it would truly take an emergency to make me eat), one can of Fancy Feast, an orange soda from our wedding and quite a bit of moonshine. Looks like we're ready for anything.
To my friends in the path, please be safe.
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
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