I’ve been having a lot of sciatica pain and finding it hard to work more than an hour at a time. I started looking at “standing desks.” $500-$1000+?! Um, no.
Four 12″ high concrete blocks from Menards for $7.58. BOOM. DONE.
P.S. My desk is a 3’x8′ table that a church was gonna throw away. Works just fine. Bonus: loyal dog that sticks to me like stink on shit. Comes with $2 rug from The ReStore.
I know, sitting on two 12 packs of soda stacked on a bar chair doesn’t do my back any favors; so I did invest $74 in a good ergonomic drafting chair from Amazon that’ll arrive tomorrow.
But $7.68. I’m pretty damn proud of myself.
Hunky took this one. I was messing around with an idea for another bloggy friend’s design. Goggles. Check.
Elli got a flying chicken for Christmas from my friend Kenzie. You’d not believe how excited she gets about this damn thing. He’s got a tubing so you can shoot him sling-shot style and when he lands he makes the loudest, most annoying crowing you ever did hear. She gets so excited before you shoot him, she’s like a coiled spring; whining and begging you to loose him and let ‘er at him. She shoots off like a bat outta hell, then “worries” him, growling and givin’ him the what-for. When she decides she’s killed him, she gives him back so you can make him alive again, and she can kill him all over again. Was this a guess you hadda be there things? Oh, well.
My man-child. I can see the baby he was and the man he’ll be
at the exact same moment. *deep sigh*
My niece/Goddaughter got a mirror that lights up
and says, “You’re a pretty princess!” and she was enthralled.
This blanket is older than me. It hung on the back of my Gramma’s couch
for years and years, and now it hangs on the back of mine.
If Gramma saw all the cat/dog hair on it, she’d tsk tsk tsk me fo’ sho’.
Forgive the crappy picture, but remember, my son dropped my point and shoot which was kind of a POS anyway, so I was using my camera on the PPC.
I’m pleased to report that Elli’s new heater is working out just dandy for her. Note the hot pink inside her right ear and the panting. It has a handy thermostat so I can set it to go off right before her little head bursts into flames. So, she is once again crime-fighting in the wee hours of the night, and Cedar Rapids is a little safer on her watch.
Ah, I note the looks of confusion from some of Mah Peepull. I shall explain. You see, my little Jack Russell Terrier has been unveiled as Ghost Dog. She bursts into flames in the middle of the night and heads out on her skateboard (she can’t exactly take the motorcycle; no opposable thumbs) to fight the forces of evil.
It’s quite an interesting story how this all unfolded. Don’t worry; they’re quite short. I beg of you; partake and enjoy. Part One • Two • Three • Four • Five
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Please note the fire extinguishers positioned conveniently adjacent to each of the exits.