I gave my old copy of the Stanley Guide to my brother at a time when he had much more use for it than I did. He still has a lot of use for it so I replaced my copy via a sweet deal on half.com. If you don't have your own, I highly suggest you add it to your library. Even if you're not into fixing things the pictures are pretty and you can learn a thing or two.
My other big accomplishment as of late was adding a few outlets to my living room and making one of them work via a wall switch. This is how I get my kicks these days.
I am a punk. This artist I know, and sometimes hook up with and stuff, has had a website for a while now and I failed to tell you that it's out there on the scene and add it to my ever expanding but much less talented (I am contractually obliged to say that) list of Amigos Artisticos.
So, consider yourself finally compelled to visit JanellOlah.com. My excuses are many, so I'll spare you because you're very used to reading them from me.
I have two blue bandanas that I rotate as back left pocket hankies for my house work clothes. Most nights I come home from the office and transform into contstuction dude/handy man. (At some point I need to figure out which one is my secret identity and which one is the super hero alter ego.) I appreciate the functionality of the hanky. It's primary use is to collect dust-induced boogies and occasionally clean the debris off of whatever I may be making; this week it was crates for shipping paintings.
It might just be the closest thing that I have to a security blanket. It's always there. I can always count on it. It always dries my tears. It reminds me of my grandpas.
Janell finds my security snot rag rather unsanitary. She says it's "like carrying around my used dinner napkin with me all week..no, it's worse than that. Much worse. It's just disgusting and filthy and gross."
I've never really thought about it as being gross. I just figured it was a time honored way of handling my nasal issues in a manly manner.
I'm not going anywhere with this besides sharing a mundane point of minor contention from our lovely and concrete strong, steel reinforced union.
I've been so busy as of late that I almost forgot to forget the first birthday of this little venture in becoming a productive member of society. And now that I'm reminded of this, it's soon gonna be time to pay the bills. So I'm faced with a choice: Re-up, or let the lights go out and fade back into the shadows that long to hold me in their dark arms once more. Deep dude.
I'm fond of this venture and so I think I'll see if I can scrape together the cash and will power to keep entertaining you for a bit longer.