Sometimes I DO Judge You by the Company You Keep

This has been one of those weeks. I had to have some dental surgery last week and have been putting up with nine or ten stitches right above my two front teeth. I knew they didn’t feel quite right, but I was forbidden to pull up my lip and look at them on pain of gum recession. When the stitches were removed today, the endodontist said, “Oh my, you have canker sores under your stitches!” Really, universe? Surgery, bone grafts, and stitches weren’t enough? Plus, it snowed and absolutely trashed my poor daffodils that were hanging tough with cool weather, and the tree service guys showed up and cut down my beloved birch tree in the backyard. It was just wrecked by the all the heavy snow we got a month ago. Everyone told me not to plant a birch tree out here, but I just knew I could keep it going; and so I did for more than 15 years. On top of that, I had to go thrift store shopping by, clutch pearls, myself, to get some pictures for this week’s post. Like most of you, I cannot wait until either: things go back to normal, or summer gets here. I need one or the other and both would be best.

This wallet box looked interesting:

I decided against getting someone to open the case after looking at the thing in the corner. After a long minute, I decided it was a cookie jar, and it had contaminated everything in the locked cabinet with its cooties. I would never want a cookie bad enough to find out what was under that hat.

While I’m talking about the locked case, you should have seen what was on the other side—souvenir baseball caps from somewhere tropical. I don’t know why I didn’t take a picture! I also don’t know why in thunder baseball caps needed to be locked up? I wouldn’t even buy one while on vacation, unless my hat blew away at the beach, never mind at home!

Speaking of travelling:

I’m sure this suitcase could tell some stories. It looked really beat up and well-travelled. But, in its heyday, I would have judged you to be someone with good taste in suitcases. Just look at the inside:

I think it’s original, or was replaced by someone who knew what they were doing. Just look at those pockets! That is the wildest color I’ve ever seen inside a suitcase. I just wish that it wasn’t so beat up and dirty. I kind of have a thing for old cases. They are great for storage and I would have laughed every time I opened it.

We haven’t put one of these things in the blog for a long time. And, this is a two-fer:

It’s really a crying shame that Kathy’s birthday has passed by. I might not have been able to resist buying these for her. She could have the catharsis of taking a 4-pound sledge to them and pulverizing the shells back to their component parts. You rarely see shell cats; it’s usually a dog, a frog, or something along those lines. I’m also kind of weirded out by their snail-shell noses. The big one almost has the look of a star-nosed mole. (I’m not including a link because I’m torturing you enough with this post.) Anyhoo, it’s a good thing I didn’t buy them for my dear friend because she sees just as much bad stuff as I do and would be sure to retaliate.

When I’m in waiting rooms, I do judge the art on the walls:

These two pictures might just give me pause about the judgment of the professional I’m consulting. I have so many questions about them, but let’s start with why putters? Some of the vintage wood clubs are drop dead gorgeous, even if you don’t golf. Also, why are they the same blah color you probably painted your walls? And, sorry, you don’t get extra credit for the zebra wood grain background. Because of all that busyness, I can’t ignore these pictures like they deserve. Being three feet tall also makes them hard to ignore!

And, right near the putter art was this thing:

OMG, we get it, you love golf. This baby had better be full of good hard candy or you are in for some stink-eye.

Unless this was a gift from a kid, I would certainly have some opinions about your taste if you wore this out of the house:

It is kind of funny, but not ha-ha funny, more horrified funny. It doesn’t strike me as terribly decorative, informative, or appealing. I’m especially having problems with the nostrils and the bow of the upper lip. And, the thrift store is dreaming if they think anyone is going to pay $3 for this.

I looked at this yellow glass for far longer than it deserved:

Finally, it occurred to me that this kind of resembled the goose boy Hummel statue, not the cute one where he’s on a fence, but the one where the geese were two seconds away from giving him such a pinch! I have to say that none of my past geese interactions have been pleasant, or even pain free. So why recreate the boy and geese in yellow glass? You got me. It’s not even good quality:

You can see the mold marks a mile away. I outlined the goose heads so you can see just how close they are. They are probably pooping all over his feet as he stands there.

These were right behind yellow goose boy, and they look like trouble:

Sorry the picture is blurry. Actually, they are clearer in the first goose boy picture. I just have a bad feeling about this pack of penguins. They have that, “What are you looking at” vibe. How on earth do you make lovable goofy penguins look mean? That’s a real fail, without even noticing that the whole statue is painted brown, except for the beaks, eyes, and feet. Aren’t most penguins black and white? Maybe I should have introduced this group to the floor via gravity.

This last picture just made me sad:

We like looking at prom dresses in the spring, and wonder why more people don’t shop for them at thrift stores. This spring, it just reminds me that prom probably isn’t going to happen again. Hopefully, by next year, the kids can kick up their heels and have the prom of a lifetime. I never went to prom because that’s not how my group of friends rolled, but I do have a very specific memory of my class’s senior prom. My friends and I were a bunch of smart asses, and on prom night, we tied condom packets to the cars in the parking lot. It was stupid, and we got in trouble, but I can’t help but think this was my first public health nursing act. Maybe we did prevent one pregnancy, and that would be a good thing!

Keep your weather eye out for Spring; I hear it’s out there somewhere. In the meantime, do something nice for yourself and those around you!

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4 Responses to Sometimes I DO Judge You by the Company You Keep

  1. Yvonne Osborne says:

    Hope you feel better! Your blog always makes me feel better.

    • kathy & deb says:

      Thanks Yvonne, I am feeling much better once the stitches came out! Also thank you for your kind words about our blog; we want to broadcast some fun out in that scary old world!

  2. Stephanie Gazell says:

    Why, Deb, you wild child, you! :>) I get a kick out of you tying condoms to the cars at the prom. Guaranteed you stopped an unwanted pregnancy! Well, I went to my proms with a good friend and we had a lot of fun. I have some fun pics from those two nights. I actually could wear a plunging neckline without aid of a bra! Wow! Passed the pencil test back then. *sigh* Gosh, I’m old. Anyhoo, I love the penguin group – they do look a little bit like a bad gang, don’t they? I laugh every time I look at the picture, which is worth your trip to the thrift store, I’d say. Bringing laughter to us is what you gals do best, and we sure do need it. Thanks! ❤ ❤ ❤

    • kathy & deb says:

      Thanks Steph!! I was quite a headache for my parents while in H.S. but learned some good lessons about consequences that have served me well. 😉 I’m so glad that you have fun memories about prom—I would have enjoyed a “friend” prom without all the expectations and stress. I’m also glad that the post gave you a laugh. Our funny bones must line up pretty well. Thanks for all of your support which we appreciate more than we can say. Hugs.

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