OwwwOwwwOOOOOWWWWW!

My foray into the garden was short-lived. I am now alternately sipping from and dunking my finger into a glass of ice water. Sorry little bee. I didn't know you were there.

Haven't been stung by a bee since I was a teenager. My foot swelled up like nobody's business. I think anaphylaxis would have set in by now. But I've always got mrguy's epipen if I need it.

Shoot! Luckily I already posted mucho itemage on our etsy store, trimmed the fuschia and leptospermum and transcribed one column of my Hawaiian newspaper page.

O.K., blog, you have distracted me until most of the pain has subsided. Whew!

A Dream

This is what happens when you fall back asleep on a Saturday morning after looking at the Craigslist estate sale listings: you dream that you are at an estate sale in Australia where you've found a circa 1950's American toy in the original box. 

The toy is a geodesic dome. 

Put the geodesic dome together, put your baby in it and immediately your baby and his baby friends have the ability to be an amazing reggae band (comprised of babies).

Sweating To The Oldies 3

While going through old department files the other day I came across a dvd of American Idol from 2005 and a VHS of Sweating To The Oldies 3 in a box of materials set aside by a former teammate.

You read this and you know who you are :)

It was the gift that kept giving. I gave it to another archivist who I was sure would find them funny. The American Idol dvd is notable because it plays an electronic version of the theme LOUDLY when you open the cover. The real prize was Sweating To The Oldies 3. We decided we should have a STTO break in the afternoon.

Around 4:30 we rolled our crash cart over to a conference room, popped in the tape and started moving. It was better than could be imagined. It takes place in a fat-free amusement park called Sweating Town. His shorts are short and his t-shirt is long, and people of all sizes move to the groove.

We laughed our butts off, and I sweated mightily.

We will do this again.

Thank you, archivist of the past!

Our Long North American Nightmare Is Over

The other night, mrguy and I caught a snippet of baseball. My team. The Toronto Bluejays.

We saw the players wearing a logo that looked like the original logo, which readers of mrsguy will know I adore.

I just checked, and it's true, people.

The Bluejays have updated their old logo and the original stripey toothpaste font.

Oh happy day!

For additional information and images, check out my dear friend Paul Lukas' column, Uniwatch, at ESPN.com.