While I generally enjoy doing absolutely nothing on Saturdays, sometimes I (usually by the prodding of Captain Geo - who does not share this enjoyment) venture out into the world. Yesterday I did just that - before noon even!

The captain declared that yesterday was re/e/beecycling day.

(I am trying to conjure up some beecycling photos. Surprisingly there aren't many to be found on google image search:

This one is pretty cute:


This one just ended up being a disappointment - like they didn't even care:


With such bad luck, I decided to conjure up my own:


He was originally facing left, but I felt that he didn't look like he was really going places, so I gave him the old flipperoo.

[For those of you who read right-to-left, this one is for you:


]

Unfortunately I am still dissatisfied.

Liking this one - and therefore satisfied for the time-bee-ing:


)

We unfortunately had to say goodbye to our old microwave who had developed a scorching case of rust (what she did on her own time was her business, but I didn't appreciate it when she let her personal life affect her work.)


We went to Wal-Mart where I ate a "salmonella dog" (thank the captain for that name), and found a pickle I liked:


and a wee little stool that I fell in love with:


At Target, we bought a cute little rose bush.


I used blue spray paint and weeds and dirt to decorate the $5 rubber pot-like thing I bought to put it in ( . . . I was trying for innovative):



Does not include everything you see here . . . except for the mattresses - they're yours if you want them.

I had a should-have-worn-gloves-when-I-painted epic fail:


I put another plant that we had been neglecting next to it so they could keep eachother company . . . maybe they'll hit it off. *fingers crossed*


Lucky for me we have a bunch of old chairs and stools lying around . . . I actually wouldn't let Geo throw out that stool because it has too much sentimental value . . . I grew up with that stool. When I was little I sat in it like a desk.

. . . I must really like stools.

I apologize for the lame title.



The captain thinks that I am going to make myself sick, but hopefully not.

At first I had my title as "Saturday Night - Redundant?" - I realized that was wrong though. Saturday day would be redundant - Saturday night is an oxymoron.


Here is a little compilation of my Saturday:

I changed my blog layout namely. I took the Astro template from ThemeLib:


and made it my own.

Captain Geo and I went out to dinner with my sister and her fam.

I snuggled the pups.

I wrote the blog entry that you can find below.

Spent most of my day in jammy-jams.

Feeling out-of-sorts. So to where does one turn at a time like this? If you're like me and familiar with this song - bestowed on us by the good graces of Monty Python - you might give it a listen. It's a little ditty called The Galaxy Song. It really helps me to put my life in perspective. Click on the link and - if you have all of the necessary programs and add-ons and plug-ins and whatnot - you'll be able to hear it. I have included the lyrics below.

Penny, this one is for you.

http://www.mwscomp.com/sounds/mp3/galaxy.mp3

| Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
| And things seem hard or tough,
| And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
| And you feel that you've had quite enough,

| Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
| And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
| That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
| A sun that is the source of all our power.
| The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
| Are moving at a million miles a day
| In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
| Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.

| Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
| It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
| It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
| But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
| We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
| We go 'round every two hundred million years,
| And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
| In this amazing and expanding universe.

| The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
| In all of the directions it can whizz
| As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
| Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
| So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
| How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
| And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
| 'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.

Also, other things that help:



Yummmmmmmy.

Or spending a few hours on PhotoShop making your brother-in-law further resemble Waldo from Where's Waldo? fame.

I got an email from Captain Geo with a photo of my cat Polly - the subject: The Face of Evil. Polly bit him last month and the bite became infected - tenosynovitis. Geo was in the hospital for four days. He - for good reason - refuses to get anywhere near Polly now.

It scares me - AND makes me so sad - when a rubber band breaks.

http://ping.fm/Uhw8U

I love The Great Muppet Caper and I especially love Charles Grodin in it. You can read how I feel about it in a previous post here. Here is a very funny clip from the movie:



Here are some more clips from the movie. Ah, the sweet 80s.



Okay, So maybe there aren't many of the videos. But in my search I found this. Trailers used to be so unattractive.



And now for some Annie fun. Go to 1:45 to see my favorite lines.