Poor woman’s standing desk

messy desk with a cute JRT under it
Elli is a big help. (Please excuse the mess. Cluttered desk, brilliant mind, yadda.)

I’ve been having a lot of sciatica pain and finding it hard to work more than an hour at a time. I started looking at “standing desks.” $500-$1000+?! Um, no.
Four 12″ high concrete blocks from Menards for $7.58. BOOM. DONE.
P.S. My desk is a 3’x8′ table that a church was gonna throw away. Works just fine. Bonus: loyal dog that sticks to me like stink on shit. Comes with $2 rug from The ReStore.
I know, sitting on two 12 packs of soda stacked on a bar chair doesn’t do my back any favors; so I did invest $74 in a good ergonomic drafting chair from Amazon that’ll arrive tomorrow.
But $7.68. I’m pretty damn proud of myself.

Obligatory Thanksgiving message. Happy Eat Like An Asshole and Pass Out Before Dishes are Done Day.

We did not coordinate outfits beforehand. We each came out of our rooms and went, “Dooooood. Niiiiiiice.”
Oh mah dam but he’s handsome! (Never mind I’m a tad biased.) He’s single, ladies! (Must not be a drama queen, a player, or a doosh. Extra points if you sign.)
He’s such a handsome devil.
Oh mah love. My person.
Elli & Erin are VERY excited to go to Gramma’s.
Happy Thanksgiving from me and mine to you and yours!

Weekly Winners for 01/04/2009 – 01/10/2009

January 4 to January 10

Hunky took this one. I was messing around with an idea for another bloggy friend’s design.
IMAG0011.jpg Goggles. Check.


090105_230620.jpg Elli got a flying chicken for Christmas from my friend Kenzie. You’d not believe how excited she gets about this damn thing. He’s got a tubing so you can shoot him sling-shot style and when he lands he makes the loudest, most annoying crowing you ever did hear. She gets so excited before you shoot him, she’s like a coiled spring; whining and begging you to loose him and let ‘er at him. She shoots off like a bat outta hell, then “worries” him, growling and givin’ him the what-for. When she decides she’s killed him, she gives him back so you can make him alive again, and she can kill him all over again. Was this a guess you hadda be there things? Oh, well.

 My man-child. I can see the baby he was and the man he’ll be
at the exact same moment. *deep sigh*

090107_214548.jpg My niece/Goddaughter got a mirror that lights up
and says, “You’re a pretty princess!” and she was enthralled.

090110_192438.jpg This blanket is older than me. It hung on the back of my Gramma’s couch
for years and years, and now it hangs on the back of mine.
If Gramma saw all the cat/dog hair on it, she’d tsk tsk tsk me fo’ sho’.

More Weekly Winners Here!