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The Traveling Wombats!

Posted by Wombat Central on June 21, 2017 in Travel, vacation |

There was much to get excited about, so ready those exclamation points, people!

New York! Cleveland! Montreal! Quebec!

Hotels!

Tours!

Food!

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Let’s begin.

New York:

NBC Tour!

 

High-fiving Hil at Madame Tussaud’s!

 

Mr. Wombat’s new BFF, The Nekkid Cowboy!

 

NYC bagel!

 

Lion King (waiting for curtain to open)!

 

The Cleve:

Oh no! It’s… the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame!

 

Googly fun at museum!

 

Googly fun at friends’ house!

 

 

Montreal:

Notre-Dame Basilica!

 

Canadian Brewski!

Quebec:

Bucket list hotel (Le Chateau Frontenac)!

 

This is totally not what I thought “rooftop view” meant!

 

Much better view from funicular down to Old Quebec City!

 

Gorgeous views of the St. Lawrence!

 

Funky architecture!

 

Bizarre items in hotel art gallery!

 

 

Lactose-free creme brulee in an… ashtray?!

 

More beautiful views (trying to make up for that lackluster hotel view)!

 

More googly fun!

 

 

Well, now you’re all caught up. And my exclamation point key needs a breather.

School’s out and we’re on the prowl for some summer fun. Niagara Falls, anyone?

What’s new with you? Where have you been lately?

 

 

 

 

 

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How to Redecorate a Bedroom in 30 Simple Steps

Posted by Wombat Central on May 22, 2017 in Home Improvement |

The Girly’s room hasn’t had a facelift since before she was born, so we decided it was high time for a change. I feel compelled to pass along what I learned, since I’m practically a professional decorator now. Following are some steps to help guide you through a room redecoration of your own:

  1. Move child out of bedroom and place furniture in tiny upstairs hallway creating an American Ninja Warrior obstacle course for all to enjoy. (Optional game of “How’d I get this bruise?” also likely)
  2. Take turns camping out on the couch, enjoying sleepover fun and assorted back pains.
  3. Purchase primer for any parts of walls previously coated with dark paint.
  4. Head back for vat of primer after realizing the wall is a hot mess when only dark parts are primed.
  5. Prime that somb!tch again when you realize that the dark paint is still playing peek-a-boo through the fully primed walls.
  6. Hippity hop to home improvement store for perfect color paint and assorted supplies.
  7. Don painting duds and crack open paint can. Hallucinate dancing bovines in unitards due to noxious fumes.
  8. Return offensive paint to store and head to professional paint store for better quality paint.
  9. Present color swatch to paint dude five minutes before closing time. Note that the color doesn’t really match swatch when wet and hope it will match once it dries.
  10. Open can with great anticipation. Fall to knees clutching throat as lungs fill with ammonia vapors. Add insult to injury when noting color most certainly does not match the swatch when dry.
  11. Proceed to super swanky paint store to buy the kind of odorless paint used in hospitals.
  12. Go all Bob Vila Ross on that room for the next few days.
  13. <Optional break in action here for multi-day, area-wide power outage>
  14. <If you opted to continue painting without power as daylight waned instead of taking measures to prevent the untimely demise of your frozen foods, take note of spots you missed on the walls once power is restored>
  15. Fix bare spots and paint trim.
  16. Catch sight of ancient water stain on ceiling.
  17. Chat with your now bestie in the paint dept at Lowe’s and decide to try out the least stinky version of water stain primer.
  18. Paint ceiling. And Floor. And your hair. And anything else below ceiling level.
  19. Vow to never paint another ceiling due to herculean physical effort involved.
  20. Select carpeting and set up install date. Eagerly await the 7-10 day arrival.
  21. Wonder why noxious off-gassing of newly installed carpet hasn’t ceased after two weeks of airing out and dousing with baking soda.
  22. Call carpet rep to ask if his nose can come over to sample the smell.
  23. Have carpet installer un-install carpeting.
  24. Reluctantly select new carpeting and wait ANOTHER 7-10 days.
  25. Breathe sigh of relief when new carpet seems far less smelly.
  26. Decide after the standard 72-hour off-gassing period that no amount of airing out is going to rid the room of this brand new smell from hell.
  27. Draw straws to see which unlucky bastard gets the couch this week.
  28. Grant carpet store owner’s nose permission to stop by and sniff.
  29. Happily accept his offer to tear out this carpeting himself, since the regular installer has trotted off to Florida on vacation.
  30. Select hardwood flooring and wait impatiently STILL ANOTHER 10 business days…

So there you have it. Helpful tips for redecorating any room in your house!

 

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Power Hugs from Your Car

Posted by Wombat Central on March 3, 2017 in Car Bling |

By today’s standards, my vehicle is pretty old school.  No Bluetooth or Wi-fi, no fancy controls on my steering wheel. If a vehicle gets into my personal space on the highway, there’s no light or sound to indicate impending disaster. Just good old peripheral vision and a collection of expletives set aside for such occasions. It’s a no-frills ride, which suits my needs at the moment.

I used to have an Acura Integra that had what passed for a high-tech safety feature at the time–an automatic seat belt. This mechanism ensured you buckled up before takeoff. Once you closed the car’s front door, the seatbelt would glide from a forward position to one over your shoulder, snugly securing you in your seat. You then merely had to engage the lap belt for full coverage, which I dutifully did after reading horrific tales of decapitations from exclusive shoulder belt use. *gulp*

They looked like these.

 

It was a brilliant feature.

Until it wasn’t.

Cut to grandma settling into the passenger seat for a lift to ladies’ lunch. Sweet Jeebus, you’d better be sure her heart meds are on board before closing that door. The concept of this maniacal belt snaking its way over her head to points beyond could be unnerving for someone who was still getting used to the concept of an electric oven. Transporting such individuals required building in an extra 10 minutes for explanation, regrouping, and general counseling purposes.

Admittedly, it managed to startle even me on occasion. Reaching in to help frightened passengers sometimes led to an unexpected knock in the head. An ill-timed kiss goodbye through that window could prove catastrophic.

God forbid you pulled up to a stop light and needed to open the door a few inches so you could expectorate that coffee-ground laden final sip from your travel mug’s morning brew. The seatbelt sprung into action, mistakenly thinking it was time for bodily extraction, and engaged you in what amounted to a stranglehold. With any stroke of good luck, the light didn’t turn green before you regained consciousness and untangled your melon from the belt’s deadly embrace.

There was also no peeking out the door to ensure you’d angled correctly inside the lines of a parking space. That sucker dutifully rocketed to the forward position and locked up your cranium faster than you could say, “full nelson.” I suppose it was the price I paid for technology.

I think I’ll stick with simplicity for now. Fewer bleeps and bloops and wrestling moves on board. If you see me on the road, give a friendly tap of the horn before drifting in my general direction, m’kay? I’m cruising low-tech up in here.

 

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The Irish Tastings Never Get Old

Posted by Wombat Central on February 21, 2017 in Food, Laughs |

Can you imagine if these were served at a state dinner? Or to the Queen Mum during a visit? Hilarious. And unhealthy. But our Irish friends are entertaining as always:

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Gloss On, Gloss Off

Posted by Wombat Central on January 10, 2017 in Bloggers, Vlog |

I was helping Mr. Man try out his new green screen technology last week, and we shot this highly unprofessional video. Rest assured, subsequent videos allowed for full headroom and less spazzy lighting. It’s a work in progress, people.

 

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While I Was Out Shopping – Gifts That Didn’t Make the Cut

Posted by Wombat Central on January 3, 2017 in Christmas, Gift giving, Shopping |

Happy New Year! Another holiday season has come and gone, and with it the Christmas shopping tension I vow to alleviate each year. I make every attempt to get things done early so I’m not out with the last-minute Lucys of the world. Thing is, there’s invariably something I need during that final week before the black-belted big guy swings through town. And let’s be honest:  I’m kind of a last-minute Lucy in general. But! When the crunch is on, I motor through. I just get in, get out, and snap pictures of the ridiculous on my way.

I consider it a public service to my two readers.

You’re both welcome.

 

Lip balm flavors from hell in 3-2-…

lip-balm-flavors-from-hell

I once dated a guy whose breath smelled like dill pickle. Maybe this was the reason?

 

 

The only words I noticed were the three at the top of this package:

she-has-wind

They might want to rethink that text layout.

 

 

When did wine purses become a thing? Are there whiskey purses or schnapps purses? Is wine the only beverage Klassy enough to warrant a designer carrying case that coordinates with your shoes? Also, is there a model with a long straw?

wine-purses

Winepurse. When a flask just won’t do the job.

 

 

Let’s face it. These people are out there, and some of them really need to be told about themselves. I’d like one I can propel to that woman sitting in her car doing God knows what while you’re waiting for her parking spot. This is for you, “I might be taking a good long time adjusting my seat belt or maybe I’m just sorting through my entire purse right now” Lady.

you-drive-like-an-ahole

 

 

In case you’re stumped for inaugural gift ideas (the mirror is a nice touch):

all-about-me-notebooks

 

 

I just… uh… wow.

asian-statues

They’re staring again. Hold me.

 

 

To be sure all those drunk dials aren’t misunderstood:

drunk-platter

It’s always cocktail hour somewhere, right?

 

Until next time, happy shopping!

 

 

 

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