More Mustaches at the Mall

Posted by Wombat Central on September 6, 2014 in Humoring myself again, Shopping, Too Much Time on my Hands |

Because life needs more mustaches.


Since my last installment of Mustaches at the Mall, the mustache revolution has exploded. I found many mustaches already residing at the mall, but there was still much ‘staching to be done:


Hello Kitty got into the swing of the mustache thing:


This photo (and many others) captured in new Blur-a-vision!


But Kitty still needed a little help:

Double lip protection!

Double lip protection!


Not sure what animal this is supposed to be, but he looked better with a little hair on his upper lip:





Proof that mustaches do make everything better:

I'mma go ahead and add these to my Amazon wish list.

I’mma go ahead and add these to my Amazon wish list.



Never seem to tire of this play on words:

Why does this phrase still make me smirk? Mustaches are funny. That's why. And I'm simple like that.

Why does this always make me smirk? Mustaches are funny. That’s why. And I’m simple like that.



Things even sound better with a ‘stache:

I have no idea which boy band this is, but I doubt even a mustache will help their music.

I have no idea which boy band this is, but I doubt even a mustache will help their music.



Had to kick a few things up a ‘stachie notch at Brookstone:


See? He knows it sounds better with a ‘stache on it. Rock on, bro.


I don’t even know what this gizmo is, but its popularity just went up 100 and ‘stache percent:




I think this is a diary, hence the lock. I don’t, however get who it is. Rudolph has a red nose, but I don’t recall a bow or big ol’ lashes:

Rudolph's cross-dressing cousin? I don't know either.

Rudolph’s cross-dressing cousin? I don’t know either, but bonus points for already having googly eyes.


Cool ‘stache hat:

Only thing missing is googly eyes.

Only thing missing is googly eyes.


Cool kicked up a notch:

Even cuddly pandas love a good 'stache.

Even cuddly pandas love a good ‘stache. Ooh, how did I miss that owl next to it? Dang!


I’ll get it on the next round…

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Giddyup–She’s Back!

Posted by Wombat Central on August 24, 2014 in Entertainment, Exercise, Fashion |

Hey kids–Ms. Prancercise is back in the saddle, and she’s brought along a special (unnamed) friend. Who also has things going on in a certain region of his pants that she seemed to struggle with in her last video.

Great green beans. I don’t even know what to look at first here: Frightened horses fleeing for their lives? The artful game of “dodge the droppings?” Or the most obvious one–whatever it is that’s going on inside that zebra-print ensemble?

I’ll be scrubbing my eyes if anyone needs me.




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Happy Hellos

Posted by Wombat Central on August 13, 2014 in Childhood, Comedy |

I think the untimely departure of Robin Williams has struck a melancholy chord with anyone who has ever seen him perform on stage or screen. I hope he knew what joy he brought to the masses. I suppose even if he had, it wouldn’t have been enough to shake the demons he fought for so many years.

His humor gave some people moments of light from their own gripping darkness. Others he lifted to a higher level of being through his dramatic work. Still others simply found moments of levity in an otherwise stressful day when they settled in to watch him improvise like only Robin could do.

My childhood friends and I loved him when he debuted as Mork from Ork. As high schoolers, we were forever quoting a special of his where he said something to the effect of: “Fuck it, I’m going through–gotta get these pineapples to Hawaii!” I use that quote to this day, but I only recently tried to explain it to Mr. Wombat and had to dig deep in the recesses of mah brain to remember in what show I’d seen him say it. I think it was an old HBO special.

I suppose he’d probably prefer to see us laughing. I’d like to remember him with one of my favorite ways to greet friends and family: A hearty Mrs. Doubtfire Hello:

I think the party upstairs just got kicked up a notch.

Or ten.

Rest in peace.


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Posted by Wombat Central on August 8, 2014 in Nature stuff |

Saw a bitty flying thing whiz past me a few weeks ago and dashed in to get the camera for identification purposes (and so I could share it with you, because I think you’re the bees knees).

This was not a bee, but it seems to have knees. I think. Looked like a hummingbird the way it flew and the way it hovered to gather noms from these petunias.

Fortunately for me, another one came a callin’ a few days ago. This time it was kind enough to hang with the flowers until I could grab the camera. So thoughtful!

It acted like a hummingbird, but it didn’t look like one. See?

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What, do you ask, is this thing? It’s a hummingbird moth:



So cool!


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While I Was Out Shopping: All About the Food

Posted by Wombat Central on August 6, 2014 in Food, Shopping |

Seems like most shopping trips involve food in one form or another. Either there’s a section for it in that store or I’m wearing it on mah shirt. Either way, there’s no avoiding the oddball foodstuffs that await you even in your friendly neighborhood Tergit.

That’s where I spied these abominations nestled a bit too cozily with Betty Crocker and Company.

Don’t step on my Blue Suede what now?

Slice me off another wedge and don't skimp on the frosting, 'Cilla.

Mmm. Slice me off another wedge and don’t skimp on the frosting, ‘Cilla.


Somewhere there’s an enigmatic musical genious enjoying this colorful confection on a Paisley plate:

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If only this were also capable of hiding my overlapping middle:

Honey, have you seen the cake anywhere?

Honey, have you seen the cake anywhere?



Dear Oreos, please stop with the crazy flavors. Just. Stop. It.

Seriously. You could have just quit after the vanilla ones.

Seriously. You could have just quit after the vanilla ones. We don’t need 80 flavors of Oreos.



So, this is the kind of bacon I used to buy, but I found it was often riddled with bone fragments. Not to mention I’m trying to avoid nitrates. On this day, I was also trying to avoid BOTULISM:


Today’s Special: Food Poisoning! I’ve actually had an open pack of this on my counter for a few days and it remained pink. This stuff is brown, people. Run for your lives!



This is one of the froyo places in town. It was lunch hourish, and I couldn’t believe we were the only people there. It was like stepping into Willy Wonka’s kitchen. Those tubes at the tables were filled with colorful candy that I totes wanted to dive into.

Ooh, and one of their toppings was adorable little cubes of rice krispy treats. Holy everlasting gobstopper, were they a deelish addition to my froyo masterpiece. I totally wanted to marry them. Or at least court them in a very wholesome “Amish couple a-courtin’ in a carriage” kind of way:

I expected to hear the Oompa Loompas start singing at any moment.

I expected to hear the Oompa Loompas start singing at any moment.



Speaking of candy, I found the mother of all Tootsie Pops:

How many bites does it take to get to the center of this sucka?

How many licks (bites) do you think it would take to get to the center of this sucka?



On the other end of the spectrum, I also found the cutest dang box of Club crackers* the world has ever laid eyes on:

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Who is the cutest widdle cwacker box? You are! Yes you are. You’re a cute widdle boxy woxy!



This one skeered me a little:

Wait, what?

Wait, what?



And finally…

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We are closed now. You go.



*Adorable, teeny widdle cheese slices sold separately.

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Bathroom Update!

Posted by Wombat Central on July 30, 2014 in Home Improvement |

We actually finished this about a month ago, but it took me forever to get something on the window. I had a piece of drawing paper taped up there for that extra Klassy look.

Our powder room had a frog theme before. They were patterned after this book:


A friend of ours had painted their daughter’s bedroom with huge frogs from this book, and I loved it (it was also a favorite picture book of mine). I had her turn our powder room into a tiny swamp (I’d started removing the paper they were painted on when I thought to take these pictures):

There were a few of these around the room...

There were a few of these around the room…


And a bunch of these...

And a bunch of these…


Can't forget the terlit paper holder.

Can’t forget the terlit paper holder.


Then we added in assorted frog-themed things:

towel rod


And still more frog tchotchkes (there were soooo many more of these over the years, and I’ve been whittling down the collection):

This stuff multiplies once people know you have a themed room.

This stuff multiplies once people know you have a themed room.


So, here’s the downside of this remodel post. I didn’t even think to take the same before and after shots. Derp. I mainly focused on the frogs. How lame of me.

The photo above (with the tchotchkes) should give you an idea of the vanity–it was a two-door oak jobber with a forest green formica counter that ran wall-to-wall (roughtly 36″ wide) in a recessed area. There was a huge, plain mirror (no frame) above it. Ooh–I think I have a pic of that. Hang on.

Hrm. I guess it’s just a shot of me in front of the hideous mauve miniblinds that covered the window over the terlit, but at least there’s that. Oh, and it’s me with mah fake lashes on. Good times:

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The lights were ugly as sin. They looked just like the ones in the other bathrooms, so I took a pic of those for you and then realized the whole setup is nearly identical to what the powder room looked like:

Some of the frog things made it to this bathroom

Some of the frog things made it to this bathroom

Pretend I've cleaned this m'kay?

Pretend I’ve cleaned this m’kay?


Anyhoodles, you get the idea.

Now for the big reveal of the new powder room!

New powder vanity


Lights off so you can see the fixture:powder lights off


Lights on!Powder mirror and lights


Ditched the faint pink room paint (they also didn’t know enough to do the trim in a different color–blergh) and the mauve miniblinds and got ourselves a “comfort height” terlit:

powder terlit and shades

Still need to get rid of that frog garbage can


I don’t care much for the comfort height, as I think it’s really only comfortable for those over six feet tall. The rest of us have our legs swinging in the breeze.

Too much info?

I’m just so happy the dang thing flushes when and what it’s supposed to.

Way too much info?

My apologies. I’m just excited to finally have a modern look to the room. I was extra proud to have picked out the tile style and do the math to cut them to the size and design I wanted. Love my pebble accent strip. We finally have sleek, brushed nickel hardware to replace the clunky ceramic *pink* terlit paper holder/towel rod. Ooh, and the terlit paper holder is one of the new ones that swings open for easy refills. Too much terlit talk?

Very well, I’m done.

That’s the remodel, kids! I still need to pick out artwork for the walls, but all in due time.



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