Patterns

Musings....


I hate it when I can see the pattern on something that is supposed to look random. Beads on necklaces, prints on fabrics, "rocks" on vinyl flooring. I can always pick out the pattern repeat and it bugs me.


I always feel like the people who designed it think we're all too stupid to notice. 

The Coverall Shrug

Farmers and oilfield workers everywhere have something that ties them together. Regardless of height, weight, or size of their bald spot, guys who don coveralls to go to work do it the same way.


One leg, two legs. Pull them up to the thighs. Bend forward, insert arms. Now comes the signature move. The hike, jump, wiggle and collar pop. All in a vain effort to keep the clothes underneath the coveralls in a comfortable, untwisted manner. I don't think it ever works. 


Then there's the gyrating, twisting "fixing the sleeves" action and the final move to this choreographed dance is to do up the zipper. Which usually gets caught on extra fabric and must be jiggled to close properly.


It's a full-body warm-up for a hard day's work in the field. :)

Lack of Observation Skills

Hi. I haven't been observing much lately. So, um...yeah...sorry about that. I've had a few blog post ideas but they are kind of baby-centered (I have 2 kids now :)) and I don't want to turn this into one of those dreaded mommy-blogs. There are enough of them out there. So...when the brain fog lifts I'll find something funny to say.


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STINKY UNICORN BREATH!!
[you're supposed to giggle now]