wordless wednesday no. 25

clippings from the bathroom floor

AP Photo/Guiness World Records Book Launch, Ronald Mackechnie

Here's a photo of Melvin Boothe and Lee Redmond, who were the man and woman with the worlds longest fingernails. Unfortunately, Ms. Redmond, a 68 year old great-grandmother from Salt Lake City, who last cut her fingernails in 1979, tragically lost hers when she was injured in a four car pile-up in February.

This raises a few questions:

• Was she driving?
• How did she brush her teeth?
• Did the nails come in handy for raking leaves?
• How many times in thirty years did she poke herself in the eye?
• To put it delicately, (admit it, you're dying to know) did she need one of these?

wordless wednesday no. 15

a milestone of sorts...

I just realized that this is my 100th post. (Cue the balloons and confetti, please.) Seems like I should be doing or writing something special to commemorate it, but to tell you the truth, it kind of snuck up on me. So I thought maybe some interesting Halloween pictures would be good.

This house is on our regular dog-walking route, and gets into Halloween in a big way. Of course the spooky gothic architecture naturally lends itself to this holiday more than the average ranch style house does.

Last night, Dave and I went to a pottery sale at Lonesomeville, a creative and magical place that never ceases to inspire me. Their house, a hundred year old victorian farmhouse and studio is nestled on an acre of gardens smack dab in the middle of SE Portland. There were probably a hundred jack-o-lanterns lit up in the yard and on the porch.




And there were towering effigies made of sticks and twigs topped with pumpkin heads looming over the garden beds. It was all so cool, I wanted to run right home and build a few myself.

Since it's now the day before Halloween, I don't think I'll get to it this year. I haven't even carved my poor little pumpkin yet. Now that Caitie's moved 1,000 miles away, I don't have anyone to help me decorate. (Holiday decorating really isn't Dave's or Matt's thing)

At least I managed to get a few decorations up...like Lamont Cranston, (aka The Shadow) a silhouette I cut out for the living room window. I'm all stocked up on candy, and maybe I'll scatter a severed leg or two around the yard before tomorrow night. So if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go carve that pumpkin now. Bwahahahahah!