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In remembrance of the victims of the 35W Bridge Collapse...
I am still in too much shock to say much about this. I just wanted to express my grief and sorrow for the people who suffered from yesterday's catastrophe and those who are still suffering and in so many ways will continue to suffer the effects of this tragedy in the days, weeks, and years to come.
Watching the citizens of our community sacrifice their own safety to help out in a time of need made me realize that I love Minnesota, and once again, reminded me of how much I love America.
"The universal brotherhood of man is our most prized possession." -Mark Twain
Watching the citizens of our community sacrifice their own safety to help out in a time of need made me realize that I love Minnesota, and once again, reminded me of how much I love America.
"The universal brotherhood of man is our most prized possession." -Mark Twain
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Life through the toilet bowl
I've been thinking lately about how un-fun it really is to be sick all the time. Thankfully, all of this time being sick has given me time to think like a true artist. I watch all of these strange shows on tv - mostly decorating but some are just bizarre collecting shows - and saw that someone has actually made toilet seat art out of around 500 toilet seat rejects from a manufacturer.
So, here's my idea. In 1993, I went to Europe for a month and saw about half of the really important things you must see when you are in Europe - the Rijksmuseum (http://rijksmuseum.nl/index.jsp) in Amsterdam, the Diamond Factory, Anne Frank's house (http://www.annefrank.org/content.asp), the Dutch Masters' paintings - including, of course, the Nightwatch by Rembrandt, the Louvre, the Colleseum, etc. You get the picture. The only problem with the trip was that I found out I was pregnant about a week before I left, which I didn't think was going to be a problem. Yeah, right. I was so sick that I got to test toilets across Europe for smell, quality of toilet paper, etc. as I gracefully and sometimes not-so-gracefully puked my way through the countryside and city alike.
As a side note, I must add that Europeans seriously need to air-condition their continent. That's why Americans invented the air-conditioner - to better the world, not just America. And Geneva, Switzerland had the worst restroom I had ever seen - no stall doors or seats on the toilets, and they did not provide toilet paper. However, it was a public restroom - out by their famous gardens - and I did not have to pay for it, like I did all the others, so that was nice.
Okay, well it sucked and I kissed the American soil and, in particular, the KFC, when I returned. After throwing up blood and being hospitalized, I found out I was suffering from hyperemesis - a fancy Latin word for, "You sure puke a lot!" I decided that I would have to go back to Europe when I wasn't pregnant so that I could enjoy it.
As luck would have it, I moved to Germany with my ex-ex-ex-husband (emphasis added for his personality flaws) in 1998, so I could see Europe without being pregnant and take my perfect little rocket-scientist four-year-old daughter with me to enjoy it. So, I got pregnant again, had hyperemesis again, spent a month in a hospital that wasn't air-conditioned during the dog days of summer, and discovered that Europe causes hyperemesis. Not really. But trying to cool off was a beast. Our apartment building had a cement floor basement, and there and the butter section in the commissary were literally the only cool places you could go. No air-conditioned department stores, grocery stores, or libraries. It royally sucked. Europe through the toilet bowl.
So I was thinking, now that I know how to use Adobe Photoshop, I should take a variety of toilet pictures - you know, some of them flushing, some with interesting seats, whatever... and put all my pictures of Europe in the rippling water in the centers of the toilet and publish a book, since I've always said that I've only seen Europe through a toilet bowl.
I guess it's not just the decorator and collecting shows that are inspiring me - it's the inordinate amounts of time I've been spending lately with my toilet bowl, and the obvious cognitive depreciation that is occurring as a result.
But do you think the book would sell?
So, here's my idea. In 1993, I went to Europe for a month and saw about half of the really important things you must see when you are in Europe - the Rijksmuseum (http://rijksmuseum.nl/index.jsp) in Amsterdam, the Diamond Factory, Anne Frank's house (http://www.annefrank.org/content.asp), the Dutch Masters' paintings - including, of course, the Nightwatch by Rembrandt, the Louvre, the Colleseum, etc. You get the picture. The only problem with the trip was that I found out I was pregnant about a week before I left, which I didn't think was going to be a problem. Yeah, right. I was so sick that I got to test toilets across Europe for smell, quality of toilet paper, etc. as I gracefully and sometimes not-so-gracefully puked my way through the countryside and city alike.
As a side note, I must add that Europeans seriously need to air-condition their continent. That's why Americans invented the air-conditioner - to better the world, not just America. And Geneva, Switzerland had the worst restroom I had ever seen - no stall doors or seats on the toilets, and they did not provide toilet paper. However, it was a public restroom - out by their famous gardens - and I did not have to pay for it, like I did all the others, so that was nice.
Okay, well it sucked and I kissed the American soil and, in particular, the KFC, when I returned. After throwing up blood and being hospitalized, I found out I was suffering from hyperemesis - a fancy Latin word for, "You sure puke a lot!" I decided that I would have to go back to Europe when I wasn't pregnant so that I could enjoy it.
As luck would have it, I moved to Germany with my ex-ex-ex-husband (emphasis added for his personality flaws) in 1998, so I could see Europe without being pregnant and take my perfect little rocket-scientist four-year-old daughter with me to enjoy it. So, I got pregnant again, had hyperemesis again, spent a month in a hospital that wasn't air-conditioned during the dog days of summer, and discovered that Europe causes hyperemesis. Not really. But trying to cool off was a beast. Our apartment building had a cement floor basement, and there and the butter section in the commissary were literally the only cool places you could go. No air-conditioned department stores, grocery stores, or libraries. It royally sucked. Europe through the toilet bowl.
So I was thinking, now that I know how to use Adobe Photoshop, I should take a variety of toilet pictures - you know, some of them flushing, some with interesting seats, whatever... and put all my pictures of Europe in the rippling water in the centers of the toilet and publish a book, since I've always said that I've only seen Europe through a toilet bowl.
I guess it's not just the decorator and collecting shows that are inspiring me - it's the inordinate amounts of time I've been spending lately with my toilet bowl, and the obvious cognitive depreciation that is occurring as a result.
But do you think the book would sell?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Maria's flowers
I just wanted to post a beautiful picture of my friend's bouquet with the wedding bands. Thanks for letting me be a part of such an important event in your life!
http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k11/heathheather/?action=view¤t=collage3small.jpg
http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k11/heathheather/?action=view¤t=collage3small.jpg
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