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Wednesday seems to come more quickly every week! WTF?!
Let's start off with a giant skirt doll. Under the skirt was a football sized bean bag.
Heeeey.
It will never cease to amaze me that people frame photos of goats.
Math, people. Math.
John Nave's jacket and tie could not be any more 1983.
Victory Trio, at the crossing, with duck toes.
The Statler Brothers, Oh Happy Day (when Daddy brought home a weed whacker).
How to Be Somebody.
A tool of our trade. (We trade in excrement.)
Last but not least, may smurfy Jesus have this dance?
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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Hello Wednesday! Hello WTF!
Feast your eyes on some thrift store art.
The boob area could use a little revisiting.
Lookout! Do the guardian angels have large talons?
How to discipline without feeling guilty. Step 1: get a playpen. Step 2: repeat to yourself that children are just big hamsters. Step 3: remember you are the adult and give me a fucking break.
This is probably my all time favorite Christmas carol. No WTFing Pavarotti's O Holy Night.
Some WTFing for the photo of the kids' faces. Pavarotti looks good, but the kids look sedated.
Last but not least, what better receptacle for your cigarette ashes than a family of teddy bears?
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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Buenos Wednesdays! Buenos WTFs!
First of all, thank you for the stitches sympathy last week - I had them removed Monday and my mousing hand is expected to make a full recovery - hooray!
Now onto some environmental WTFery - approaching the Goodwill in Canton, NC one cannot help but be overwhelmed by the sight of massive towers of smoky steam billowing into the sky.
It's the Evergreen paper mill and it looks like a third world Fraggle Rock - pipes and rusting buildings and silos seemingly haphazardly connected, spewing foul-smelling dusty smoke, all day every day.
It's really quite a sight, and quite a smell, and quite a load for the lungs - "Haywood County has some of the highest levels of industrial air pollution in the state. It ranks fourth out of 100 counties statewide in toxic air emissions, and third statewide in the level of known carcinogens emitted into the air, according to Environmental Protection Agency emissions data for 2010." Here's some more info from the Smoky Mountain News:
Canton paper mill seeks state aid in costly air pollution upgrades
I hope they are able to quickly turn this into something more eco-friendly. (not bloody likely).
Moving on! Thriftstore treasures! These were part of a set of 12 bonnet-wearing ceramic girls. Creeptastic.
These old dudes may be recognizable to somebody, but not to me.
I smelled this, and they are lying. Not at all just like Chanel No. 5.
Here we have a sculpture made by Pouncey and Sugarhoney.
Took them over a year to whittle this design.
Last but not least, Unicorn Farm Road.
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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It's Wednesday, let's WTF!
I have survived almost 4 decades without needing stitches. This changed on Monday as I was hit by a sugarfreight train.
While walking down a muddy hill, a 60 lb furry dumptruck sprinted by, knocking both of my feet out from under me, sending me flying, and I landed flat on my back and wrist.
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The blood spouted plentifully from that smiley face gash.
We went to urgent care where the physician's assistant's assistant (it had to be his first day, ever) tried to numb it, but did not in fact numb it. He told me they had practiced on hot dogs.
Some women brag about natural childbirth, i am bragging about natural stitches. There was no anesthesia, I felt every stitch!
Here it is now with 4 stitches, healing up - it's my mousing hand, so I have to be careful. I also keep seeing it in my periphery which is causing me flashes of panic because it looks like a spider on my hand. Other than that, it's fine.
Moving along to a couple of vintage t-shirts I picked up last week. First, this 60's football jersey with fake fraternity letters. Iy Phelta Thi. (Say it out loud).
Oh John, what a kidder.
Last but not least this wearable tribute to the oft-underappreciated career that is Dental Assisting.
Scraping gums - just like dancing on rainbows!
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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They called for 5 inches, and we got 5 inches. The dogs love it!
This is a different kinda snowball.
Sunrise on the snowy Swannanoa river.
I always dreamed of becoming a white lab.
Pouncey will get the ball, no matter what.
Sugarhoney will stalk him on the bank, no matter what.
Something on your nose, E.
Snow pounce!
Sugar heart tongue.
Stay warm, amigos!
Good day, Wednesday! Good day, WTF!
Let us begin with some strange things spotted in sunny Florida. We went down last weekend to see my parents and we had a ball.
Nothing says pest control like a 6 foot dead cockroach.
Unless maybe you've got a 12 foot dead cockroach.
This one is pretty adorable. Like the great pyramid. Of fro yo.
Here we have a classic case of "unnecessary" quotation marks.
We toured a house for sale that was built in 1982 and not touched since. Everything was wood grain, and lo-fi.
I mean everything.
Welcome to our home! Dog butt.
Moving along to last night's terrible basketball game between UNC and NC State. Brice Johnson fell out of bounds and then cuddled the State assistant coach's head.
Pre-cuddle:
Early cuddle:
End cuddle:
Background lady loves head cuddles.
Now for some thrifting treasures. Dental implants - a solid choice indeed.
Creepy washed out boy-girl twin dolls lacquered onto a piece of wood, anyone?
Good point, passive aggressive bathroom sign.
This was found inside a Kenny Rogers LP. Straight outta 1988 via Print Shop.
Last but not least, butter warmers.
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
For more vintage wtf wonders (for sale), click here: vintage wtf
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