Category Archives: weekly reruns

Let’s color together.

I’m always drawing to keep my anxiety at bay but I never color the pieces.  Just black and white and white and black, and while that’s all well and good I think it would be fun to actually add color to one of my drawings, but I don’t entirely know what I’m doing so what if we do this together?

Here’s a picture I just finished.  Print it out.  Post it on your wall.  Color it.  Smear it with water colors.  Share it with me.

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Click on the image to embiggen.

PS. This isn’t in my new book.  It’s just an extra for free because you’re awesome.  Here’s a link if you want to preorder the book.

UPDATED: COLORING IS HARD, Y’ALL.  Still working on it.

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And now…time for the weekly wrap-up!

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Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Potsafe.  At first I thought it was a safe to keep your pot in but turns out it’s a very cool kitchen safety accessory that protects kids (and everyone else) from accidental burns.  It’s actually really smart and you can check it out right here.  Mounts in minutes and protects kids (And clumsy people like me) from pulling a hot saucepan down from the stove.  Check out the video for a demo.

Get along, little doggies.

Y’all, it is October, which means WE SURVIVED SEPTEMBER.  GO, US.

It also means that a steady stream of pet Halloween costumes keep coming in because Victor still hasn’t reported my credit cards as stolen even though he keeps threatening to.  Victor seems to think that Dorothy Barker can just wear the first costume I find but that is ridiculous.  Mostly because pet stores don’t have dressing rooms for dogs so I have to buy them and then take them home to try them out.  Victor thinks that Dorothy Barker doesn’t even need a Halloween costume because apparently he just thinks animals should be naked all the time.  Which is sort of gross because technically when they aren’t wearing clothes they are putting their buttholes all over the house.  If anything, Victor should be thanking me. Although this first costume of the year didn’t actually cover Dorothy Barker’s butthole so I guess I can sort of see why Victor just stared at me and sighed deeply when Dorothy jumped in his lap:

Dorothy Barker as Hank the Cowdog.

Dorothy Barker as Hank the Cowdog.

Victor says she was complaining here but I think she was just yodeling.

Victor says she was complaining here, but I think she was just yodeling.

Howdy?

Howdy?

More to come.  Get ready.

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And now…time for the weekly wrap-up!  It’s usually on a Sunday but today it’s not because I fucked up my calendar and am not responsible enough to know how days work anymore.  So it’s a little bit of Sunday on a Monday.  Except Victor just read this and reminded me it’s Tuesday.  This is Tuesday? Jesus.  I need help.

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Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Kathy Scheiner, fashion consultant, who introduced me to the LulaRoe clothing line that she sells here.  And she kept going on about these “buttery soft leggings” and I was like, “I don’t really do leggings” but then I got some and now I live in them.  They are like wearing a hug for your butt and they make you want to tell strangers to feel your legs.  Anyway, join her group here and she can help you out.  (LuLaRoe is a California company offering clothes sold by consultants.  Seems weird but people love it.  Check it out here.  Buy some leggings.)

One year ago

On Friday I saw my shrink and she told me that my Imposter Syndrome was out of control and that I need to stop beating myself up all the time and instead focus on the moments that make me happy.  It was very good advice and I went on twitter and did a photo flashback of moments that I’d survived or celebrated and it was weirdly healing.  Then someone reminded me that one year ago today I put out my video announcement for Furiously Happy and I watched it and remembered how lucky I am to be surrounded by people (even if most of them I’ve never met in real life) who are so lovely and human.  So I decided to celebrate I’d share the video again for those who haven’t see it, or those who need a reminder of how not alone you are, like I did.

(For those who are new, I asked friends, idols, family and community to share what makes them who they are and they each sent video snippets that were pieced together by my talented friend John Thorson.)

John also made me another video after watching what Pat Rothfuss sent in (because he was bored and also awesome) and I didn’t share it for a bit because I was afraid people would think it was silly and ridiculous but then I asked a bunch of the people in the video and they were like, “Silly and ridiculous is our damn specialty.  Publish that shit.”  So I did.  And I still can’t decide which video I like most.

Anyway, this was exactly the reminder I needed and I know September is a hard month for many of us so maybe it’ll be a reminder you need too.

One year later I am still broken.  I am still furiously happy.  And I am still not alone.

Thank you.

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And now…time for the weekly wrap-up:

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Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

  • Normally this is where I’d put links to otter videos or blog posts or such but this week has been weirdly hard and I’ve been hiding, so I’m leaving it blank so you can share anything awesome you think people should see in the comments.  Cat videos.  Things you read and loved.  Things you want to talk about.  Anything.

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If wishes were horses…

People always say, “If wishes were horses then dreamers would ride” but tons of people wish for horses and if you wished for horses when wishes were also causing unintentional by-product wish horses you’d have twice as many horses as you need and then all the other people wishing for other non-horse things would also be making accidental by-product wish horses and suddenly we would be overrun with horses.  And then we’d be like, “God, I wish there weren’t all these horses in my house” and that would make even more horses.  End result:  too many horses.  But here’s the question I was going to ask before accidental horses took over this conversation:, If it didn’t involve accidental horse overpopulation, what one thing would you wish for right now?

PS. I asked Hailey what she would wish for if she had a genie and she said she’d wish for more wishes and I explained that that’s against the rules and so she said “Fine.  I’d wish for more genies” and then I was like, “Damn.  I wish I came up with that line.”  So basically our wishes are selfish and also incredibly meaningless.  Your turn.

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And now…guess what?  I am finally feeling me again (feeling like me, not like feeling me up.  Never mind) so I’m getting back to doing the weekly wrap-up.  Whoop!  (Click here if you want in on sponsoring one.  First come, first served.)

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Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Heather Thorkelson, Founder of the Republic of Freedom and teacher of 30 Days to Done. She somehow manages to travel the world while running two businesses and then also goes to Antarctica multiple times a year like some sort of lady James Bond.  I don’t know how she does it but if you’re a freelancer working from home and you need to get your shit together, she’s a damn good person to help you do it.

Hug the Haters

Yesterday I saw a girl wearing a shirt that said “HUG THE HATERS” and I was like, “YES, QUEEN.  THIS.  Hug the haters.  Hug them so tight that it’s awkward.  Hug them around the neck until they go limp.  And then leave quickly before they regain consciousness.

Also, wear gloves so you don’t leave any prints.”

Then Victor pulled me away because he said I was scaring her.  And I was like, “Yeah.  WITH THE TRUTH.”  We agreed to disagree.

 

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And now, the weekly wrap-up:

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Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

  • As requested from the last post: God grant me the immutable self-confidence of cats.  T-shirt or mug.

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by adventure travel photographer and blogger Matthew Karsten. He might just have the best job ever, traveling around the world for the past 5 years sharing crazy experiences and useful travel tips from his journeys. Like road trips in Iceland. Mayan ruins in Mexico. Or hiking in Costa Rica. Jealous? So am I. Don’t worry, you can live vicariously through his fantastic photos, stories, and videos on ExpertVagabond.com

It did get my attention, though.

So I saw this truck driving down the road and I thought, “Wait.  Seriously?  Is it just me?” And apparently it was, because no one else seemed to care.  Victor said that he got it, but that it would really only be funny if it was a plumbing truck.  Disagree.

It's possible I've been watching too much BBC.

It’s possible I’ve been watching too much BBC.

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And now, the weekly wrap-up:

Inside the TARDIS you'll find Jenny wielding a sonic screwdriver, Neil Gaiman in a monkey hat, Beyonce the giant metal chicken, Hamlet von Schnitzel, Juanita Weasel in a Traveling Red Dress, Nathan Fillion holding twine, A TARDIS in the TARDIS for time traveling when you're traveling in time, Wil Wheaton collating paper, and a Wolf Blitzer at the door.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Stephen Parolini’s new book Stolen Things.  It is full of awesome. Stolen Things is the story of Raspberry Lynette Granby, a 12-year-old girl who moves with her terminally-ill father to her aunt’s hill house in Maine for the last of his days…or some kind of miracle. This is how one Amazon reviewer describes it: “Lyrical, meandering, resonant, nostalgic, sweet, creepy, and achingly suspenseful, this novel is both a paean to the classic kid sleuth mystery genre and a delicate but pointed dissection of impending loss and how we handle it.” Now you tell me who wouldn’t want to read that book?  You can get it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.  I recommend.

Comfort books. Is this even a thing?

I was just talking with Victor about comfort books…those books that you read over and over because you find them comforting even if you don’t understand why.  He thinks I’m insane and possibly I am, but there are certain books I turn to when my head is in a weird place and I need to go somewhere I’ve been before and relax.  I’d tried to explain it to him and he almost understood until I started listing a few and then I realized that most of my comfort books are full of murder and angst and bizarreness and are not really what anyone in the world would consider to be a happy or relaxing read.  Books like Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil and Geek Love and From the Dust Returned and The Stranger.  Worn copies of Bloody Business and Stiff and The 3 Faces of Eve and Alice in Wonderland and pretty much any of the Sookie Stackhouse series.  Books that may not make it on my top ten list, but that I compulsively read again and again.

I wonder if I’m the only one like this?  Are these the books my head feels comfortable with because I first read them when I was in a good place and my mind unconsciously wants that again?  Or does the darkness of the books remind me that I’m not alone, or that it could be worse?  I have no idea.  So I thought I’d ask you.  What are your comfort books?  The ones you’ve read over and over…more times than you’ve read your very favorite books.  The ones you’d take on a desert island as a medicine, or would need to pull out on a turbulent plane ride?  Do those books even exist for you?

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And now, the weekly wrap-up:

Inside the TARDIS you'll find Jenny wielding a sonic screwdriver, Neil Gaiman in a monkey hat, Beyonce the giant metal chicken, Hamlet von Schnitzel, Juanita Weasel in a Traveling Red Dress, Nathan Fillion holding twine, A TARDIS in the TARDIS for time traveling when you're traveling in time, Wil Wheaton collating paper, and a Wolf Blitzer at the door.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Jodi Aman’s book: You 1, Anxiety 0: Win your life back from fear and panic to keep calm in a crazy world.  Man has been a therapist for 20 years and suffered from debilitating anxiety herself.  About the book: “Anxiety doesn’t play fair. It antagonizes you. It lies to you. It steals away the best parts of you. Don’t let it keep cheating you out of happiness! You are too important. This book speaks to why you suffer from anxiety, exposes the tricks anxiety uses to get power, and shares the skills you need to empower yourself and retrain your brain.”   I haven’t read it yet but I’m putting it on my to-read list.  Check it out here.

I BELIEVE I CAN FLY. ~ MAVERICK

Today I saw this duck at the pharmacy drive-thru (AKA: the drug-hole) and he was looking kinda lonely.  Victor thought maybe he missed his flight but I think probably he was just tired of looking at duck butts and decided to travel alone.  But then I got worried because what if he was sick and needed me to take him home, so I got out of the car and was like, “Heeeere, Maverick Maverick Maverick” (because I’d already named him Maverick) and then Maverick was like, “Who?” (because I guess he didn’t know his awesome name yet) and started to back up (because he apparently did know about stranger danger).

maverick being a duck

But then he started doing this thing where instead of flying he just jumped really happily like he was skipping.  And it was so awesome and full of joy.  But then I thought maybe he was also full of worms or something because what kind of ducks skip?  But then Maverick was like “THAT WAS FUN BUT ENOUGH SKIPPING.  I’M OUTIE, BITCHES” and he flew majestically away.  And it was beautiful.

So now this picture of Maverick doing the joyful pogo-jump is my new favorite thing ever:

maverick being awesome

“Wheeeeee!” ~ Maverick

Let’s all be Maverick today, y’all.  Not like, skipping everywhere.  Just skipping in our hearts.  Unless you want to skip in real life because I do it all the time and it’s actually a really good work out.  If there was a skipping marathon I’d totally almost think about doing it (but then not do it because that sounds like it’d be sweaty).

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And now, the weekly wrap-up:

Art from Annie Wilson, who is too young to read this blog but is a very good artist.

Art from Annie Wilson, who is adorable and far too young to read this blog.  STOP READING, ANNIE.  DO YOUR HOMEWORK.

Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by this kickstarter for KinderPerfect – a new card game for frazzled parents. From them: “Our aim is to take the everyday pain of parenthood and turn it into an excuse for mommy juice!  KinderPerfect will contain 200 casino-quality cards that can be played as a stand-alone game, or used in combination with similarly formatted word association games like Cards Against Humanity or Apples to Apples. We’re sponsoring Design Parties across the USA, and anyone can submit a card idea – if we use it in the final game, we’ll send you a free deck.”  You should check it out right here.

I just want to thank you.

This has been a rough few weeks for me (see the last post) but your words and cat videos have made me feel so much less alone and I can’t thank you enough for that.  This video came in right when I was feeling particularly down and it made me cry, but in a good way.  Thank you.

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Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Vivian Swift, author of Gardens of Awe and Folly: A Traveler’s Journal on the Meaning of Life and Gardening.  She’s a bad-ass artist and now I want to learn how to paint with water colors.  Which is good because her blog gives great pointers on that.  You should check both out.

Personally I just ball ’em up and shove them in the closet.

Number 89 of things I found on my phone that made me wonder what I was thinking when I wrote it, but at the same time, I’m totally right:

People who can’t fold a fitted sheet are like people who can’t fold water.  And you might say “Wait.  But no one can fold water” and I to that I say, “FUCKING EXACTLY”.

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Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

Shit-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-see:

This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Melissa Pirwani’s book No Touching Secrets!  It’s a good book to use for parents caregivers and professionals to start a conversation with children in their care to help them be equipped and empowered regarding sexual abuse.  I don’t have a joke for this because there are no jokes for this.  It’s just a good thing to talk about with your kids.  The end.  Buy the book or find out more about it right here.