Latest Posts by homegrowndevil - Page 2
We stopped in downtown Corning to get pizza with my grandparents last night. While they and my sister were inside ordering, my mum and I were sitting on a bench near by and talking. While there was a lull in the conversation, this man walked by. I want to say he was about 5'8, stocky, and had an extremely stark farmers tan. He had dark, chin length hair that was pushed back, and a goatee. He wore a wide brimmed, leather cowboy hat, a t shirt with the sleeves and part of the sides cut off, loose jeans, and cowboy boots with spurs on them. The shirt had a whole paragraph about "the future of agriculture" on it. As he walked past us, his spurs a-janglin', he said in a surprisingly high and superior voice "It pays to be a military brat". Once he was out of earshot my mother proclaimed him "interesting," at the exact same time as I said "my husband".
New art show's up, pt. 1. we're actually friends with the guy who does the pinstriping, he's nice. last year he was one of the first 26 pinstripers to have an exhibit in an actal museum.
i need to get a shower but Zigg is sleepy
i'm visiting my aunt in nashville and i got to go through her vintage shop/burlesque studio
last night my dad and i were having guitar practice in the barn and when i stopped for a second to ask him something we heard voices. turns out that when you're in the right spot, you can pick up radio signals with your body, an electric guitar, and an amp.
today on things my boss says: "I don't want to pull over and pop a squat because i'm afraid a toad will suck on my ass cheek with its little mouth."
some times i just gotta stand there and shudder for a minute, people need to mind their own business.
fish fish fish fish fish fishfish fish fishfishfishfish
during the summer, when we keep our windows open and the bees are out, some will get lost in the evening and think the lights in the house are the sun that they can find their way home by. this one thought she could get home by going in our bathroom. i gave her some sugar water and a couple flowers with dew on them, so she might make it through the night and be able to find her way back in the morning, but right now she seems more hell bent on sitting on my hand to meticulously clean herself.
A Snake :^) A Little Rat Snake :^)))))
I Got A Snake :^)
I Got A Snake :^)
*flashes these images in front of you like a rorschach inkblot test*
I was just attending one of my synagogues study nights, and Rabbi M (who ended up staying with us this year due to covid) was telling us about how he does a lot of the cooking and cleaning around his house, what he calls the "more stereotypically female jobs", while Mrs. M does her computer work. And then he told us about how some times, when they're doing shabbes blessings, Mrs. M will do the blessing for a wife, to Rabbi M. I'd like to say that my first thought was "ah, that's sweet/cute". but the singular thought i had was "MALE WIFE"
last year one of our goats, Eddie, died. This year my mum and I dug up his skull for fun :^)
please accept these pictures of the goats minus Henry and Thistle and plus Thora's big baby face
hey guys, look at this tiny toad i found, his name's Nog and he's a Good Boy
one of our mama ducks hatched a bunch of eggs, so now we have these little fellows
we temporarily lost the belt for the torah during service which led to several panicked minutes of searching for it. it was under the table and we got way behind schedule
the the belt ended up under the table because we had to bring it down off the bimah so Rabbi W could read from it (he's in a wheelchair)
he read the portion he read for his bar mitzvah so we threw candy at him
Rabbi M's moving away and we're all Upset
fuck i accidentally deleted the post about the people at my synagogue and i'm mad cause i don't get to go this week, so here you all get to see it again:
my rabbi who will take every chance to tell you how shephardic jews Are Right and curses
the lady with the leopard print bag who dances the whole time
the lady who crochets yarmulkes
the little girl who runs around with her yarmulke on her face and her infinite dolls
my rabbi's wife who introduced doing a conga line during Yom Kippur because "you're all being to depressing, we're getting our souls cleaned today, lighten up."
all the weird old men, except when they eat all the good stuff off the lunch buffet
the very stressed and very tired starbucks manager
the All Powerful Linda
Hannah and her sister who are planning the garden we're going to put by the playground
the other rabbi with the sparkly tallit
this isn't a person, but in case we ever run out of extra yarmulkes, there's a doilie and if you get stuck with the doilie we all get to laugh at you, not to be mean, just, it's funny
