sadly, my brain has deserted me.

i have no pictures for you of stupid stuff from my basement, nor do i even have tales of the cleaning projects of epic proportion. what i do have is a headache, blurry memories of school and babysitting, and a strange desire to clean the refrigerator with a toothbrush. which in combination lead to conversations such as these:

1.
(me, cooking dinner) hey mom, do we have one of those thing-a-ma-jigs? i want to thing-a-ma-jig the meat..

(mom, sitting at the computer) of course! its in one of those drawers there.

2.
(me sitting in the passengers seat) hey we're by those peoples house aren't we, those whats-its-faces people..

(mom, driving) the whos?

(me) you know, those people you baked that thing for that one time.

(mom) oh yeah! the whatsitsdiddles. they live right down there somewhere.

i don't know what more disturbing. the fact that my mom understands what the crap i am talking about? or that she talks the same way. egads, what is this what-ya-call-it coming to?

cookies...

I have recently started a new semester at school, i am currently enrolled in two community colleges, and one university. all of this means what? stress baking. and also unfortunately, stress eating. eventually this will turn into stress cleaning, and i will get back to cleaning the basement. maybe. if i can fit through the doorway by then.

Goggle update!

And now, as requested, it is time once again for my moderately non-interesting german neighbor update. after much anticipation, it turns of that walt does not wear his multi-purpose goggles of love for snow shoveling, as i had previously hypothesized that he might. Here we see our fine specimen shoveling the back patio. because as we all know it is of great importance that the patio be clear, in case an emergency sub-zero picnic must occur. maybe then he'll wear his goggles. that would be awesome.

stamp hoarders R' us

I must say, this is the weirdest stamp i have seen in a while. my grandmas stamp collection has taken on a life of its own in our basement, and these little beauties are just a small sample of the weirdness. I wasn't expecting to find anything like this down there, but why should i be surprised? who knew my sweet little old grandma was a seemingly obsessive compulsive stamp hoarder? and is it wrong that i seriously just want to use them to mail all my letters?