Umbrellas are not worth it. Don’t agree? Try this logic.
Pro
1. Your head stays relatively dry.
Cons
1. The below-the-knee portion of your leg becomes extra soaked because the water that would be on your head is dispersed to this area.
2. Having soaked feet is worse than having a wet head.
3. You always have a hand that can’t do anything except hold an umbrella.
4. You always have to concern yourself with the space the umbrella takes up or you will poke a stranger’s eye out and they will sue you (and rightfully so).
5. What do you do with the umbrella when you go inside? You create a trail of water for someone to slip on.
6. Ever used an umbrella on a windy day?
7. When you are not careful you pinch your fingers when you close it (which is often, because you are in a hurry to close the umbrella because you are inside).
8. An open umbrella inside is bad luck. Do you actually want to carry something with you that could very easily be bad luck?
Posted 17 hours, 22 minutes ago at 8:43 am. Comments
Here it is, the letter Zee (or Zed if you are American) on the back of my calf.
I’ve had a drawing of this tattoo in my notebook for almost 2 years. I don’t think the tattoo really needs an explanation; it’s pretty blunt and obvious, no deep meaning behind it. I’m a bit of a narcissist and I love my name.
My good friend Robin drew me another picture and it is beautiful, but it was a little too ornate to be that small so I stuck with my original drawing.
My tattoo artist, Bill McVey at Artistic Impressions in St. Catharines, was highly recommended by one of my fave servers at the Thirsty Cactus in Dundas. Steve (the server) has these amazing sleeve of bug tattoos and the colouring is just amazing, like no other tattoos I’ve seen before. Jamie spotted Steve’s tattoos one night, knowing I’ve been looking for an artist for some time.
It was well worth the wait (and the drive) but man, was I reminded how much those suckers hurt.
Today is the first father’s day without my dad. I spent it at his grave site, planting flowers around his headstone, together with my family. There were a lot of families spending their day the same way.
We also wanted to start a tradition of releasing helium filled balloons attached with personal notes that we’ve written. Unfortunately, the helium filled balloons didn’t last very long and when we tied the notes to them, they didn’t float away. Frustrating, but also funny.
So, instead we burned them. We had a teeny bonfire with all the little notes in the front of the new garden we planted. Ashes to ashes…
My note was supposed to float away and lead whoever found it to this blog post. I also wrote my 6 words poem:
