“Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do “practice””? George Carlin.
I woke up feeling “annoyed” today. Not sure why. I got a good night’s sleep–the neighbour’s dog didn’t keep me up howling this time. You’d think I’d be pleased. I even got any extra 30 minutes of shut-eye. But no, I woke up bitchy. I’m trying my best to conceal this fact. Especially because I am usually a nauseatingly cheery sort.
Which brings me to another bone of contention. If someone is a grumpy-gut all the time, we simply shrug it off and say, “Oh, that George. He’s such a grouch.” We realize that this is who “George” is and we love him anyway. (Disclaimer: I don’t actually know any Grumpy “Georges.”) But, when a usually pleasant person is having an off day and exhibits even the slightest sliver of bad humour, everyone goes on the attack, questioning said person as to why they are in a bad mood. Isn’t a ray of sunshine allowed a little gloom now and then? (Not that I am calling myself a “ray of sunshine”…other people call me that. And modest too).
1) Let’s face it. People put really ugly things in their front lawns. Things that they would never allow in their living rooms. Hideous little gnomes. Brightly coloured ceramic toadstools (and you already know how I feel about fungi). Crystal balls with their paint peeling off perched on plastic pedestals. It would appear that when it comes to lawn ornaments, tacky is better.
This is actually cheering me up.
Well, now let me introduce you to the ugliest yard “decoration” ever…the BigFoot Garden Yeti. While there are smaller versions available, it is the life-size model that caught my eye. Although, how you can make a “life-size” version of something that doesn’t exist is quite puzzling.
This 71 1/2 inch tall, 147 lb. monstrosity will cost you a mere $1495.00 US. If your garden gnomes have been getting a little too cocky, put them in their place with one of these babies. Load up your behemoth-sized shopping cart here:
I dare you. Give your gnome a complex.
2) Which brings me to my next topic. Why do we call Big Foot “Big Foot?” (Okay, that was a weird sentence to put into writing). His feet are big, but are they really THAT Big?
Consider the Guinness World Record holder for the Biggest Feet–Morocco‘s Brahim Takioullah. He wears a European Size 58, which apparently cannot be found stocked anywhere. A European size 48.5 is the equivalent of a Canadian/US size 14, so one can only imagine what size this dude takes.
I once knew a guy who was 6’7″ and he always claimed that his “manliness” was in proportion to his height. Well, if Brahim’s foot size is an indicator of his “manliness,” he will have no shortage of dates. I mean look at those things! They’re huge!
3) Speaking of body parts, welcome to the strangest fruit that I have ever encountered–the Buddha’s Hand (a clever segue, even if I do say so myself). This citrus fruit is kind of creepy looking–like the hands of a Simpsons character that has hung out at Mr. Burns Nuclear Power plant a little too long. Or headless octopuses. (I always thought it was octopi, but this spell-check program claims otherwise).
Unlike oranges or grapefruits, this puppy does not require any peeling. You eat the whole thing. One finger at a time.
If you have tried one of these, I’d love to hear about your experience. And while you’re at it–octopi or octopuses?