"Another person's trash is another person's trash."
-Mike Harshner
I had absolutely zero plans for this weekend.
Normally, this would frustratingly result in "having a Sunday", which is a phrase coined by Mike and I that conveys a sense of boredom with not feeling like doing anything in particular. It's a time where you have free time and yet none of your hobbies interest you.
It's torturous.
But this weekend was different. I didn't plan to do anything; I just did things as they came along. Let's see all that I accomplished today:
1. Slept in. This is a big one. Normally I set my alarm so that I don't "sleep in too late and waste the morning". But this time I just slept until Sam made it impossible to do so.
2. Played Little Big Planet 3 with Mike. Super fun.
3. Made a delicious lunch: tuna on romaine with celery and green tea.
4. 2 loads of laundry
5. Made Kale-Aid/green smoothies: kale, green apple, banana, lemon, celery, cold water. Can't say they're delicious, but they're not bad.
6. Emptied out the hot tub for the "winter"
7. Painted my nails
8. Finally finished the Yukari dress that I've been working on for almost a year
9. Went with Mike to get his hair cut and buy french onion dip
10. Gave myself a haircut with really cool bangs
11. Wrote a song from beginning to end which I haven't been able to do in months (okay, the song is missing a bridge and a half, but those will be easy to fill in when I practice)
It's been a highly productive Saturday even though I never previously intended to do most of those things.
I got S done.
And more and more, I'm realizing that I really love creating things. Songs, clothes, designs, ideas...
I even designed a bathing suit last night for my own summer collection, which features whales (how cool is that?!).
But in my day job, this Little Big Planet-like creation is stultified because accountants don't really get to create things. I guess we're more like throughput processors.
We solve the problems you didn't know you had in ways you don't understand.
So for all the haters that are like, "What are you going to DO in retirement?"
Creation, with no time constraints.
That, sirs, is what I'm going to do.
It's all the little things that fill that list,
TWS
Letters Home; Radical Face
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
Art and Craft
Funny quotes:
Me: So I cleaned the bathroom. I could actually see myself in the mirror through the glass door.
Mike: You saw yourself? Were you like, "Who is that foxy lady?....And why is she watching me?"
Sarah: Are there anything cool things going on in Savannah?
Me: Well, there was this art fair in downtown that we kind of walked through yesterday accidentally.
Sarah: Oh, like SCAD kids?
Me: No- it was Telfair stuff.
Sarah:...
Mike: There was a watercolor booth.
Sarah: Oh, cool
Mike: But we didn't get to look because Allie was walking so fast.
Sarah: Yeah, that kind of runs in the family.
Me: You mean it walks in the family.
Sarah: It slow-jogs in the family.
Sam jumped off the table and went to go sit on the toolbox, which is sitting on the floor.
Mike: Sam doesn't like sitting on the floor. It's beneath him.
Mike finished washing dishes and went to go sit down.
Mike: Whoa- my phone just said, "Good evening, Mike."
Me: Your phone's trying to get in your pants.
And now for this weekend's artwork:
I call this one "Like Two Whales Passing in the Night"
But Allie, they don't have fins!!!
It's okay. You can still tell that they're whales.
Time for tea,
TWS
Me: So I cleaned the bathroom. I could actually see myself in the mirror through the glass door.
Mike: You saw yourself? Were you like, "Who is that foxy lady?....And why is she watching me?"
Sarah: Are there anything cool things going on in Savannah?
Me: Well, there was this art fair in downtown that we kind of walked through yesterday accidentally.
Sarah: Oh, like SCAD kids?
Me: No- it was Telfair stuff.
Sarah:...
Mike: There was a watercolor booth.
Sarah: Oh, cool
Mike: But we didn't get to look because Allie was walking so fast.
Sarah: Yeah, that kind of runs in the family.
Me: You mean it walks in the family.
Sarah: It slow-jogs in the family.
Sam jumped off the table and went to go sit on the toolbox, which is sitting on the floor.
Mike: Sam doesn't like sitting on the floor. It's beneath him.
Mike finished washing dishes and went to go sit down.
Mike: Whoa- my phone just said, "Good evening, Mike."
Me: Your phone's trying to get in your pants.
And now for this weekend's artwork:
I call this one "Like Two Whales Passing in the Night"
But Allie, they don't have fins!!!
It's okay. You can still tell that they're whales.
Time for tea,
TWS
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Wizdumb
Every retail radio commercial ever:
"The more you buy, the more you save!!"
How in the world can that possibly be true?
The less you buy, the more you save.
Look at me- I'm not buying a thing, and I'm saving 100%!!!
Marketing.
Don't let it get to you.
E-mail confirmation,
TWS
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
"Life Event"
When Mike proposed, he didn't get down on one knee.
He sent me an engagement letter.
And, then, when he asked if I would file jointly with him, I told him that I would with reasonable assurance.
Ah, accountants.
Disclaimer: that is not how Mike proposed or how it happened AT ALL. That is not to say that this method didn't cross his mind, but he did not go through with it. Therefore, I am obliged to tell you that it is not a true story, and I suppose I'm not living up to my name.
Good thing I'm about to have a NAME CHANGE. *zing!*
Fancy H's and r's ~ Letters with which I have no experience.
I may just have to buy a rubber stamp signature. Rubber stamps seem so "meh" as a kid but are actually quite appealing as an adult. Like refried beans.
I have an obscene relationship with refried beans.
What if the song Chocolate Rain was about white chocolate?
That would change the whole dynamic, I think.
At one of our first Bible study groups, one of the ice breaker questions was, "If you could own any kind of restaurant, what would you own?"
I totally nerded out and said something like, "I wouldn't own a restaurant outright. I would invest in a limited partnership that owned and managed the restaurants."
I really hate the idea of owning a restaurant, and I think everyone kind of does, but I didn't want to be lame and say, "I wouldn't own a restaurant."
So instead, I came up with some daffy tax answer.
Yay, me.
A while ago, in the old building where I used to work, some people came into my office to look at the ceiling tile/roof leak in my office.
I didn't understand the fascination.
One week, it rained. So, naturally, Savannah flooded, and the rain came through the little holes in the roof and dripped into my office. It didn't ruin any important documents in the time that I was there, so that was cool. Probably because I didn't leave any important documents just laying around. Hashtag client service.
The day after that happened, a guy came to look at the small rain stain, and he handed me his business card.
Like, he just looked it.
According to the business card, he was the "Estimator".
And it's so awkward when there's like another stranger in a closed space such as an office, so I just left and hung out in the bathroom or something because it is so awkward.
Then after that, two more guys came out to just look at it and admire my ceiling like it was some great spectacle or museum exhibit for old water stains.
And since more people in my office equals more awkwardness, I left and hung out in the bathroom.
Unfortunately, those guys smelled really bad. After they left, I walked into my office only to be confronted with an unruly stench of roof repair and manual labor.
Except they didn't repair anything. They just looked at it and somehow still managed to make my office smell.
It wasn't even the good kind of construction worker smell (like gasoline, sawdust, and Gatorade). It was a body odor, mildew, roadkill kind of a smell.
What I'm trying to tell you is that I am very, very happy.
And, also, some people stink.
Sometimes in more ways than one,
TWS
He sent me an engagement letter.
And, then, when he asked if I would file jointly with him, I told him that I would with reasonable assurance.
Ah, accountants.
Disclaimer: that is not how Mike proposed or how it happened AT ALL. That is not to say that this method didn't cross his mind, but he did not go through with it. Therefore, I am obliged to tell you that it is not a true story, and I suppose I'm not living up to my name.
Good thing I'm about to have a NAME CHANGE. *zing!*
Fancy H's and r's ~ Letters with which I have no experience.
I may just have to buy a rubber stamp signature. Rubber stamps seem so "meh" as a kid but are actually quite appealing as an adult. Like refried beans.
I have an obscene relationship with refried beans.
What if the song Chocolate Rain was about white chocolate?
That would change the whole dynamic, I think.
At one of our first Bible study groups, one of the ice breaker questions was, "If you could own any kind of restaurant, what would you own?"
I totally nerded out and said something like, "I wouldn't own a restaurant outright. I would invest in a limited partnership that owned and managed the restaurants."
I really hate the idea of owning a restaurant, and I think everyone kind of does, but I didn't want to be lame and say, "I wouldn't own a restaurant."
So instead, I came up with some daffy tax answer.
Yay, me.
A while ago, in the old building where I used to work, some people came into my office to look at the ceiling tile/roof leak in my office.
I didn't understand the fascination.
One week, it rained. So, naturally, Savannah flooded, and the rain came through the little holes in the roof and dripped into my office. It didn't ruin any important documents in the time that I was there, so that was cool. Probably because I didn't leave any important documents just laying around. Hashtag client service.
The day after that happened, a guy came to look at the small rain stain, and he handed me his business card.
Like, he just looked it.
According to the business card, he was the "Estimator".
And it's so awkward when there's like another stranger in a closed space such as an office, so I just left and hung out in the bathroom or something because it is so awkward.
Then after that, two more guys came out to just look at it and admire my ceiling like it was some great spectacle or museum exhibit for old water stains.
And since more people in my office equals more awkwardness, I left and hung out in the bathroom.
Unfortunately, those guys smelled really bad. After they left, I walked into my office only to be confronted with an unruly stench of roof repair and manual labor.
Except they didn't repair anything. They just looked at it and somehow still managed to make my office smell.
It wasn't even the good kind of construction worker smell (like gasoline, sawdust, and Gatorade). It was a body odor, mildew, roadkill kind of a smell.
What I'm trying to tell you is that I am very, very happy.
And, also, some people stink.
Sometimes in more ways than one,
TWS
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