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Rummy

Posted by Wombat Central on September 22, 2014 in Furry Friends, Rummy |

She’s our new 10 month-old pup.

She arrived with that name, and we had every intention of changing it, but after spending the first day with her, we decided she simply looked like a Rummy.

She’s enormous (nearly 72 pounds).

She’s very sweet.

She is also quite scared of… well, most things.

Like sneezes (I think we’re loud sneezers at the Wombat household). They kinda send her into outerspace. Or sniffing around to see what terrible, horrible thing could have made such a noise.

And grunty Pugs. They’re kinda scary. What with all the grunting.

And strangers. All strangers, sadly, but we’re working on it.

She has found some favorite things, though.

She loves Annabelle’s old squeaky hotdog.

And food.

She’s also quite good at prewashing dishes as they go in the dishwasher.

Having a job is important, you know.

She’s used to being with her pack of dogs, and I think sometimes she really misses them.

Sometimes she seems to think I’m one of them when she gently gnaws at my hand while getting silly lying on her back.

She’s one of the best-behaved pups I’ve seen.

We just have to work hard on that shyness thing.

We’re trying to give her lots of love to make her feel secure.

Here she is sharing a moment with Mister Man.

So sweet.

A boy and his dog

A boy and his dog

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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:

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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:

Hamster-stache!

Hamster-moose-stache!

 

 

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:

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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:

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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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Hummingbird-ish

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:

http://www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/pollinators/pollinator-of-the-month/hummingbird_moth.shtml

 

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:

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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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And:

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We are closed now. You go.

 

 

*Adorable, teeny widdle cheese slices sold separately.

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