Yeah, where I live there’s five more hours left of Wednesday. So this counts.
How to play:
1. The photo shows a small portion of a larger object.
2. First person to guess the object it’s a part of wins a Junk Drawer magnet and a mystery prize that may or may not be bacon-related.
Go!
What’s that?
Attention Bing visitors: I’m getting tons of traffic today for this post and everyone’s using exactly the same search string to get here. I’m perplexed why this is happening. If someone could leave a note in the comments explaining what led you here, I’d be super grateful!
November 16, 2010
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I enjoy watching House Hunters on the HGTV network, where a single person, couple, or family decides which house to buy after touring three of them.
Yesterday I watched in amazement as a woman said she was concerned that a 4,000 sq. foot house wasn’t enough room for herself, her husband and three small children.
Four thousand feet isn’t enough? Gimme a break!
I grew up with two parents and four siblings in a 1,250 sq. foot house and survived. And here’s the incredible part. All seven of us shared ONE bathroom and we didn’t die.
My husband and I share a 1,700 sq. foot home and that’s plenty of house for two people. In fact, we don’t even use the two front rooms at all. One is I guess what you’d call a sitting room. We don’t sit in there. We store crap in there.
The other room is our dining room. Ha! Dining room. That’s rich. We barely cook. So we have more crap and decorative items in there that we could do without if we had to.
Together we watched another episode of House Hunters where a couple sought an apartment in Paris. They had a budget of $300,000US and wound up buying a flat with no more than 400 sq. feet!
We agreed we could totally live in that small space. The payoff, of course, is that we’d be living in Paris.
How much house do you have? Do you wish you had more? Could you live with less? What would you want in exchange for less room?
Making some room in my desk drawer today, I came across my interesting filing system. I do enjoy a good alphabetical one, as it’s kind of helpful.
I do not know under what circumstances I thought it would be appropriate to file My Laptop Order under M for, you know, "My."
Discuss.
I defy you to tell the difference.
Sesame Street’s Ernie with his Rubber Ducky….. (fast forward 30 seconds past intro)
And my right shoe that I swear did NOT squeak when I tried them on at the store. Why, shoe people? Why?
I broke out these spring sandals yesterday and everyone — I mean everyone — knew when I was on approach.
I can’t sneak up on people anymore. I squeak up on them. Damn shoe.
The time has come. I’m saying good-bye to Entrecard.
My decision to leave didn’t come easily, as Entrecard had been very good to me. I developed a drop addiction, which helped me sustain a Top 5 position in the humor category for many months. And I saw traffic. Lots and lots of traffic.
I don’t object to paid ads like other members do, but it bugged me that people who bought ad space with me at a premium (usually over 4,000 credits) simply were not getting their credits’ worth anymore. Sharing airtime with paid ads at that cost is insane.
In addition, dropping cards for at least an hour a day meant that I spent the equivalent of one work day a week on EC, also insane.
Despite the negatives, I’ll miss EC. It was a great way for me to find other bloggers and I’m grateful to have discovered a lot of entertaining blogs in the process. Entrecard made that easy to do and I thank them for it.
My fear now is what will happen to Junk Drawer traffic. I know, as a Top Dropper, I’ll lose a good chunk of what Entrecard brought me. And by the way, I’ve never been part of the camp of people who think EC delivers junk traffic. I always felt it was my responsibility to keep people coming back.
What I like to think I did was draw in the very best readers in the network by consistently giving people something decent to read. No network, Entrecard or otherwise, can make people keep reading our blogs. WE have to make traffic stick.
Now, about that fear. If my blog can’t stand on its own two feet without Entrecard, then it’s not a good enough blog. In a way, leaving EC will challenge me to be a better blogger. And now, with extra time on my hands, maybe I’ll finally get my book off the ground.
To prepare for my departure, I’ve bookmarked many favorites that I used to visit during my 300-drops-per-day rounds. I’ll still be reading a lot of blogs I found through EC.
I’m also canceling most of the ads in my queue. If you had a spot, I’ve been assured by EC that you’ll receive a full credit refund.
Now here’s where I beg.
If you normally visit Junk Drawer via EC, and you would like to continue visiting, kindly add me to your feed reader or bookmark me. I’d love to keep you as a loyal reader! In fact, I’d like to make you dinner if you stay. Too desperate?
There are a couple other ways you can keep in touch with me, if you’re a fan of micro-blogging:
Follow me on Twitter or friend me on Facebook. I’m active in both places.
Thank you, Entrecard, for the great ride! You helped me build a solid readership over the last year. It is my sincere hope that you can make improvements that’ll put smiles back on your members’ faces.
As for my addiction, I expect I’ll get the shakes the first day I don’t drop 300 cards. Does anyone know of an EC rehab center in my area?
My husband Dave and I went car shopping today. He knew exactly what he wanted, picked it out, and we went for a test drive.
Even though it’s his car and I thought I couldn’t care less about it, he drew the following out of me when he was about to sign on the dotted line.
Dave: So you like the car, right?
Me: Yeah. Sorta.
Dave: Sorta?
Me: I don’t like the passenger seat.
Dave: How so?
Me: It makes me look fat.
Dave: Come again?
Me: It makes me look fat. I feel like a giant.
Dave: What in the hell are you talking about?
Me: The seat isn’t low enough and I feel like I’m sitting up too high. Higher than the driver’s seat.
Dave: The seats were adjusted the same.
Me: No they weren’t.
Dave (to the saleswoman): Do you believe this?
Saleswoman: Do you want me to bring another car around to test the seat?
Me: Um. Do you mind?
We wait a while until the exact same car in another color is driven around to the front of the dealership.
We walk outside and I get in the new and improved, make-me-look-skinnier car.
The seat is exactly the same as the other one, but somehow I don’t look as fat as I thought I looked before. I went back to the original car and, magically, it didn’t make me look fat.
So either my fat perception is off a little or, more likely, maybe I’m just insane.
Pity my husband. The guy’s got his hands full.
Yep, that’s my first cell phone from circa 1995. I actually used it in a grocery store to make the emergency call to my husband that cell phones were built for: regular or Double Stuff Oreos?
I’m pretty sure that’s when the whole Wanting to Punch People Who Use Cell Phones for Unnecessary and Stupid Calls thing started.
Sorry. You can blame me.
As you know, Windy had a birthday yesterday, complete with cake and balloons. Someone who saw me walking into the building with obvious party items asked me "Whose birthday is it?"
I couldn’t bear the thought of responding "A plastic bag," so I said simply "Someone special." It wasn’t really a lie, was it?
I emailed colleagues from my building to let them know they should come to my office for the cake cutting at lunch time.
But then something strange happened.
I heard a rustling coming from the cake room. A plastic kind of rustling.
Somehow Windy’s friends must have intercepted the email.
That’s right! Our little Windy turns one year old on Wednesday and I’m celebrating the day with cake and a party.
It’s not every day I order cakes for non-human entities. The poor guy at the bakery didn’t know what to make of it when I handed him a picture of Windy to put on it.
We spent a lot of time discussing what color and decorations I wanted on the cake. I thought violet and green would accent her tree quite nicely.
When we finalized the order, he said "And you want this written on it?" He held up the note I gave him at the start of my insane order.
Him: "Happy Birthday…. um….."
Me: "Windy."
Him: "Riiiight."
He told me it would cost a little extra to put her picture on it.
I said, "That’s OK. She’s worth it!"
I skipped away to do a little grocery shopping and I’m pretty sure he waited until I turned a corner, then called security and told them "Crazy lady in Aisle 9. Keep an eye on her."
I’m taking the cake to work so I don’t eat it all myself. If you work with me, swing by my office Wednesday for a piece in honor of Windy. It’ll be the craziest thing you do for a long, long while.
I mean it, too. I thought I was ordering a quarter sheet cake, but when I picked it up, I realized I ordered a half sheet. Seriously. SHOW UP FOR CAKE!
And try to excuse that the baker put Windy’s picture on upside down. Poor Windy. Stuck for a year and now hanging by her toes.
“Happy Birthday Windy, Sorry you’re still stuck!”
Finally! We have a winner!
Jodith of Administrative Arts guessed correctly that there were exactly 252 "Robin’s Eggs" in the container.
There aren’t that many now, though. Despite deciding they tasted gross, my husband Dave and I kept eating them. What is wrong with us? Don’t answer that.
For guessing correctly, Jodith will receive a Junk Drawer magnet and a small bag of non-funky Robin’s Eggs.
Thanks for playing!
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