The Divine Miz M (thanks to RJ for the new nickname for my SisterGirlFriendGirl) tipped me off to this. Those shiny, rad shoes belong to the son of one of her friends, and, according to President Obama hisownself, they are the flyest shoes ever to grace the White House.
The silver shoes of a guest stand out as President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama pose for a photo before the Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender reception in the East Room of the White House, June 29, 2009. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
Back in January, RJ came over and helped me make a bird sanctuary in my back yard. I put in feeders, and a bird bath, and a squirrel feeder to try to keep the furry little bastards out of the bird feeders. I learned early that South Florida squirrels turn their cute whiskered noses up at dried corn. They prefer sunflower seeds, and most particularly, raw peanuts. It keeps them happy, fat and out of the mango trees, so I’m happy to feed them what ever they want.
But now it’s July, and my lawn (such as it is) is overrun by these plants.
What are they? Those, my dear gentle readers, are peanut plants. I have a veritable peanut plantation sprouting at random throughout my yard. Not only do the squirrels squirrel away nuts for later, the blasted blue jays do too. Next year I won’t have to buy peanuts, I’ll just harvest the yard. But I may boil these little guys up for myself, and start feeding the critters roasted nuts.
Today is the last day of my vacation. Time to sober up. I have completed 4 skeins of yarn, 3 batts and 10 sets of stitch markers. Mild Burning Symptoms (the virtual garage sale) is set to launch tonight. I have gotten a sorta tan, taken a lot of naps and joined twitter (follow me as MizShoes—no space). I read two novels. I translated a knitting chart to words (twice because the first time was a failure of epic proportions). I am set to do some heavy photography today, and some major updates to my Ravelry projects, populate MBS with stuff to sell and update the Etsy shop. I also need to visit my mother. Sigh.
I guess now is as good a time as any to turn off the laptop and get to work. I also need to figure out twitpix.
How have I missed the Hitler meme on You Tube? The one where he finds out the subtitle guy has been having fun is a classic. But nothing can compare to Hitler’s first Springsteen show.
OK. I’ve grudgingly joined the 21st century. I now twitter. I own more domain names than I need. I have an i-phone…with video, so I could, if I chose, make a video of the Noble Dog Nails on his raft in the pool, or of him assaulting the pool noodles. I could then post it on YouTube. I’m on LinkedIn. I’m planning on getting a webcam so that I can Skype.
Today, I am going to chain myself to the dining room table and I’m not leaving until I have the PayPal cart integrated with the Fox-ee cart and all the pieces are working to make Mild Burning Symptoms go live. That’s my challenge to myself. I have a fresh pot of coffee, the i-phone is jacked into the laptop, and I am going to twitter the whole damn thing.
Feel free to follow along, kibbitz, advise, laugh or what ever. Gah.
