Tetris, anyone?

I have been known to go through periods of Tetris addiction. So when I saw these new tiles, they sparked my interest. I'm loving the idea of using them as a backsplash. I think I'd go with blue though, as pink isn't really my thing. From www.tetris-tiles.com

Verbarius

I saw this cool clock on one of my favorite web sites today, Apartment Therapy. It is called the Verbarius clock. I'd probably set it to German, but it would be fun if we could get Chinese characters for Tom.

Verbarius is the first clock in the world that tells time the way people do. It has five preloaded languages: English, German, Spanish, French and Russian. You can easily upload any additional language you like—from Latin to Eskimoan—using the USB port.

The clock spells out time differently every minute. It’s either forty-five minutes past four, or fifteen minutes to five, or four forty-five, or a quarter to five.

If you have about $220.00 in spare change, check it out here.

Scrunchie

Are gymnasts the only ones who still wear scrunchies? I hope so. They should have stayed in the 80's where they belong.

Don't you just love the Olympics?

I have a new crush. His name is Sascha Klein, and he is a diver on the German Olympic team. I don't really know anything about him... for all I know he could be gay. What I do know is that he is HOT! See for yourself:






PS... My friend asked me if I would think he was so hot if he were from another country (in case you don't already know, I love all things German). I don't think it would matter where he came from though, he's just that good-looking!

Wow, sometimes patience really does pay off!

I posted a few months ago about our new patio dining table, and how we wanted new chairs to match. I've been scanning the internet like a hawk ever since then, hoping to find something I liked for less than $150 per chair (a LOT less). A couple of weeks ago I finally saw a classified ad for the very same chairs I had been wishing for. They match our table exactly, and the seller was asking $150 for ALL EIGHT! They were brand new, but to Tom's delight she had already put them together. She even kindly offered to put five of them in her mini-van and follow me to our house when she saw that I could only fit three in our car. I thought that was really nice of her. Finally, our set is complete. Now we just need all of you to come over and make yourselves comfortable!

Isn't it funny how the littlest things make us happy?

Yes, we have no bananas...

I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I am cursed. It's the Banana curse. Never heard of it? Don't worry, I think it might be unique to me.

I don't indulge in milkshakes or the like very often, but when I do I always want the same thing: chocolate with bananas. It never seems to fail, however, that I get the short end of the banana stick. As in, they completely forget the bananas. And I, ever hopeful, keep believing that this time it will be different. And every time I am disappointed I think, "This is the last straw. I have lost my faith in milkshake-slinging enterprises." Yeah, I know. You would think I would check to make sure before I leave these cursed establishments that they did indeed put those bananas in. But I always forget and assume that surely, this time they will have remembered. It can't possibly be my lot in life to never get what I ask for. So I go on my merry way, only to reach home and clench my fists and curse the heavens when I discover NO BANANAS.

This evening's debacle is no different. It looked ok , like maybe there were some banana chunks in there. Although it did look more like a vanilla shake with some chocolate syrup on top. (PS... If I'd wanted a vanilla shake with chocolate syrup, I would have asked for it. What is your shake mixing thingamajig for, if not mixing shakes so I don't have to do it myself?) Still, I happily mixed and stirred it to a lovely chocolaty consistency, looking forward to the first banana-infused bite, but to no avail.

Now I am depressed and can't even bring myself to eat it. Plain chocolate is just so... vanilla.

Note to self...

If you're planning on mucking about the hardware store, don't wear white.