Picture dump

Sometimes I draw a picture and then get bored with the subject before I get around to writing about it. Here are those lost souls with crappy truncated explanations. Hey, not every post is going to be gold people.

We were at the playground, and Nort spied some other kid eating eating a lollipop. Of course, he asked me if he could have one, and when I said I didn't have any he threw a fit. So the original lollipop eater came up to us and said, "I have another one, he can have it if he wants." Which is incredibly generous coming from a child. I would think that the instincts of a 7 year old would scream "Keep all the lollipops for yourself!!!" Anyway, he dug a crinkly old sucker out of his sandy pocket and gave it to my son. And I let him eat it, because I am a top notch parent.This is the complete tool at Lowes who tried to sell us a washing machine and dryer. I came in armed with lots of washer/dryer research, and this guy actually announced, "Oh, you can't believe anything you read in Consumer Reports." Then practically said that I was an idiot for believing the non-bias research in Consumer Reports over the information provided by him- a 50 year old fat guy working at Lowes.

I recently developed a caffeine addiction by accident. This is what I look like when I didn't get caffeine. I feel like a dolt, but I didn't realize that iced tea had caffeine in it, and I was drinking like 700 bottles a day. Then I was awake until midnight and couldn't figure out why. It takes me a good long while to connect the dots sometimes. The happy ending is that after a weekend with a miserable headache, I don't drink caffeine any more.

I miss it.

Library, let's go under the bleachers together.

I love the library. I always have. My best friend and I used to spend forever playing on the elevator in our local library. By "forever", I mean as long as we could before the librarian yelled at us for pushing all the buttons and keeping the door open on the second floor. When I move to a new city I run out like a nerd and get a new library card right away. I love how the air smells like newsprint, that people speak in a whisper, and the dewey decimal system. If my library was a person, I would make out with it.

However, lately I am not feeling the love back.

Last week husband, son and I went on vacation. I had a fantastic time, but only managed to hold out a few days before running off to rendezvous with the local library. Like every affair, this one ended badly: I contracted a disease from the library. For real. The guy before me in the computer line had a cold, sneezed on the keyboard, and I caught it. I got sick on my vacation because I couldn't resist the lure of the library.

Also, the library in the neighboring town thinks it is too good for me. I went there this afternoon and brought my book up to the counter...

Octogenarian Librarian: This book is new.

Hanna: I know, I can't wait to read it!

Repetitive Librarian: But, it's new.

Hanna's Head: You just said that. I thought you had to get some sort of advanced degree to become a librarian.

Hanna's Mouth: Right. Yes. New.

Crazy Talk Librarian: You can't check it out.

Hanna: Oh, it's just for reading in the library?

Elitist Librarian: Only people who live in this town can read that book.

What does she think I'm going to do with the book? Burn it for heat? Color on all the pages? Has my town, a mere three miles away, been deemed so unsavory that the residents no longer have access to the Joint Free Public Library? Did I miss some sort of forced illiteracy vote? Is the plan that their town with fancy mansions and rolling green hills hoards all the knowledge while my town slides into anarchy?

Nobody tells me what I can't read, so I just shoved the book under my shirt when she turned around.

Just kidding. But I do think the library should send me some flowers to make up for its recent bad attitude.

Who needs four limbs anyway?

The previous owners of our house had a terrible aversion to yardwork. Possibly stemming from some traumatic lawn mowing accident, but more likely because they had a general distaste for anything that might make this house look like somewhere anyone would want to live. Our yard is teeming with poison ivy, and there are massive piles of branches and sticks everywhere. Like, so big that I think there are probably monsters living in them and I expect to see a pair of glowing eyes peering out at me as I walk by.

As a surprise, my husband rented a wood chipper. By surprise, I mean he told me about it like this:

Mike: Hey guess what? I rented a wood chipper and it will be here in an hour.

Hanna: ???

It arrived, my son thought it was awesome, and my husband chipped a lot of wood and probably damaged his hearing, because that thing is crazy loud. It is also crazy dangerous. People die in chipper accidents every year. I tried to find out exactly how many, but ten seconds of lazily searching the internet didn't reap any results, so let's just wildly guess around five.

Apparently, if a log gets stuck, some people try and kick it free, like a ninja. A ninja who is also a moron. Because what follows is the log becomes unstuck, and zips right into the chipper, dragging your ninja foot along with it. And two seconds later you are dead and unceremoniously sprayed all over your own yard. This, I did learn via the glorious internet, is called "morselization." Which: gross.