Smaller Sidney, Whiffle-jack, and TORNADOS!

So, today i drove home to the tune of TORNADO SIRENS!!! EEEEEEEEEK! just call me dorothy...*shudder.* they're gone now. all is well...

Here is a story about that little feltie guy above, and his duck:

Smaller Sidney had a friend,
A duck named Whiffle-jack,
To whom he voiced his joys and woes;
The duck, in turn, said "Quack!"
"Why am I here on this green earth,
Have I significance?"
To this the duck said "Quack!" (of course),
And did a duck-like dance.
"If I were not a person, but
A type of garden fruit,
Which would I be--a strawberry?
A pear? A peach? Oh, shoot!"
While Sidney's mind spun round and round
And started glowing red,
Ol' Whiffle-jack said "Quack!" (again)
And shook his feathered head.
"And if I were a color, or
A shape, or from the past...?"
Poor Sidney's brain malfunctioned, he
Fell down, and out he passed.
The duck looked vaguely puzzled, then
He drank a drop of rain.
"Quack, quack!" he said, then swam away,
Not needing to explain.

orangutans!

Good nearly-afternoon! (but still morning!) so, in picture three, guess what that is?! a planetary gear...um...reduction?...from a...hydraulic...something-or-other. ah, shoot, i thought i had it down. :) with daniel's eye in the center.

and, a reminder of childhood: dirt cups! here's the recipe, in case you've forgotten, or missed out in the first place: chocolate pudding, whipped cream, crushed oreos, and gummi worms! layer, according to taste and dirt-resemblance. ours, shown above, incorporated an additional treat/novelty item: puckerooms! sour gummi mushrooms. Hands. Down. Awesome. :) get yourself some puckerooms! finally, snooty feltie babushkas from the "Felties" book. yay!

here is a poem about vanity and...monkeys. it's not supposed to be satirical, or anything, i just thought about monkeys dying their hair and it was weird/promising subject matter. :) enjoy, and have a great day (and google 'orangutan' images--cute li'l baby monkeys!)!

What's with all the 'rangutans?
They're coloring their hair!
From rusty red to icy blonde--
I'm trying not to stare,
But, Really--apes becoming vain?
And fashionista chimps?
I fear a future where their fur
Gets curled, permed, and crimped,
With perky bows or butterflies
Adorning ev'ry lock...
It's not polite, and yet I know,
I'll have to point and gawk.
I'll be forever paralyzed,
Stopped, shocked, within my tracks!
I miss those good-old-days, where apes
Just scratched each other's backs.

The Case of the Rubber Leg!

So, thanks to this website: http://www.mypapercrane.com/
I was inspired to try to make feltie food. Bacon and Egg! Silverware*! And, on a different train of inspiration, this little Bear Book...which is sitting on the table because i love having a book with my supper. I couldn't have finished the Bear Book without Daniel's help. He found time to solve my needle-through-paper problem by hammering a nail gently through the pages in order to create needle-ready holes--found time in-between buying groceries for dinner, and cooking them into a delicious meal of udon noodles (our new fave's!), marinated ahi tuna, and stir fried veggies (courtesy of crystal!). After dinner, we had liquor floats :) that is, some rootbeer schnapps, mixed with coke and vanilla ice cream. yum yum yum!
and i guess Mr. Egg above helped get me started on this ridiculous poem:


I'd never eat a wooden egg,
I'd never wear a rubber leg--
The egg would give me quite a pain,
The leg--well, I could not refrain
From letting it propel me through
The atmosphere, up to the moon.
From there, though, I could not come down,
Nor e'er again see my hometown--
I must go further, farther, far,
Must leap from moon to planets, stars,
Straight till the universe's end,
With just my leg to call my friend.

*not food, but food-related...

Artie Choke!

oh, dear. blurry, blurry, blurry, upside-down and upside-sideways. well, these photos depict 1. Myself with an ENORMOUS ARTICHOKE, courtesy of christi flagg 2. Daniel with an artichoke 'heart' :) 3. our new random shirts, which were once again AWESOME--mine is called "coffee break," and i don't know that you can tell from the picture, but there are five little coffee mugs breakdancing, one with a boombox...the woot.com description is that these 5 coffees used to hang out at this abandoned lot, until starbucks came along and forced them to go elsewhere...now they're all doing their own thing. it's alot funnier on the website :) 4. poem-related picture 5. ditto!
so, yesterday was a terribly stressful/weird day until i got off work at 6:30, and rode bikes home with daniel--on the way, we stopped at Glacier chocolatier and bought yummy chocolates (last night's were 'tangerine dream' and 'blood orange honey'--so there was chocolate, and those incredible artichokes that christi made, PLUS our woot shirts were waiting for us, and my dad had sent me a box filled with brownies, coffee, cookies, and granola!! so the day rapidly became AMAZING :)

So, 2 short limericks-ish today...

"Please lend me an ear for a bit--
Mine are tired and throwing a fit.
Sounds sound distant and muffled,
So I'm all beduffled--
I swear I'll take good care of it!"

"What was the name of that man--
Slimy Stu, Sinful William, or Stan?
I wish I remembered,
Cause he owes me dinner!
Last night, when the check came, he ran!" *

*last night, daniel paid for my chocolates so this has nada to do with real life :) thank you!!

sleepy fox, sleepy kitty, happy me

JUST DANCE deoderant! and it smells good! i'm disturbed that i caved and bought the pore-clogging anti-perspirant...and then again i'm looking forward to a less-sweatful summer. and...it's JUST DANCE DEODERANT! yeehaw!
Trouble's snoozin'.
I've been felting up a storm!! as in...i've made at least 10 in the past 2 days that i haven't even photographed yet. but it's so fun! today i tried to branch out and create my own little guys, which yielded a neopolitan ice cream cone, lizard, frog (hideous :), dinosaur, and a sweet li'l bunny!
At which point, it seemed like a good idea to do something else for awhile, and i wrote a poem. about the sleepy fox (and really, about bedtime for children everywhere!)

"Yawns are for the ones who sleep--
And I'm not one of THOSE!
Come 'bedtime' (as they call it), I
Would rather bite my toes
Than put on my pajamas, brush
My teeth, and fall in bed
(The only time I'll even LOOK
Asleep is when I'm dead!)"
With this bold claim, young Frankie Fox
Went tearing 'round the den,
Till Mommy threatened, "Naughty cub!
I'm gonna count to ten,
And you had better be asleep--
Or be pretending so--
Before I get there!" Mommy
Started counting, very slow...
At three, Young Frankie bounced upon
The mattress in her room--
But bounced right off again, before
Continuing to--ZOOM!
At five--and half-way there!--she Did
A sloppy somersault
(And Mom looked rather frazzled, which
I'm sure was not her fault!)
At seven, she was practically
Running through the air!
At nine, she grabbed her pillow and
Went sledding down the stairs.
But--wonder, wonder, could it be?!
She made it into bed!
By count of ten, her eyes are closed,
A halo lights her head.

new felties!

Eeks, I am LOVING this new feltie book! and all the cute little creatures created because of it...
so, no poem today...just some crafts. you can make them, too! tonight, i'm trying a cake decorating class with a couple of coworkers! making flowers, etc. should be fun!

Dexter Fool and Fluffles the Cat

Good ways to start a day:
1. sleeping until you wake up (even if that's 7:30...slight 'grr' on that one :)
2. baking banana-coconut muffins
3. eating said muffins, hot out o' the oven!
4. singing along to Buffy music with Christi
5. remembering that it's April Fool's day, and therefore able to approach everything with an attitude of distrust and skepticism. I WILL NOT BE FOOLED!!! MUHAHAHA! heehee, or something.

But i Will write foolish leetle poems...and draw un-catlike cats. because apparently i only ever drew dogs (not very well), and have NO IDEA how to draw the feline. ah, well. here is a story about a single man and his cat, Fluffles.

Dexter was despondant, and
A bit distressed, to boot.
He'd tried to pet his kitty, but
The look she gave said, "Scoot!"
"If Fluffles doesn't love me--
ME, who feeds and cares for her--
What chance have I of being loved
By any pretty girl??
Oh, I've been single--how long now?
I swear, I've lost the count!
What I CAN safely say is that
I don't look like a trout,
Or any other ugly thing--
I'm quite a handsome guy!
Just maybe...somewhat hesitant?
And maybe...somewhat shy?
Yet, when I talk to Fluffles,
I'm loquacious, funny, fun!
But now my cat has turned from me,
Though nothing have I done!
I face a life of solitude,
Of loneliness, of gloom--
And when I die, no friends will gather
'Round my unmarked tomb.
Oh, woe is me! Ah me! Alas!
What's this? I hear...a purr?!
Sweet Fluffles wants to cuddle now?!
I'm off to find a girl!"