Mesothelioma and the Talking Heads

So, there's this commercial that plays on one of the cable stations pretty much constantly.  It's an advertisement for (I think) some kind of medication for Mesothelioma.  Or maybe it's a law firm's ad for clients affected by Mesothelioma.  I'm not really sure.

But ANYWAY, it's just this guy talking, and he starts out, "People who have been diagnosed with Mesothelioma have many questions. ‘How did I GET this disease?’”

And every time, EVERY TIME this commercial plays, my mind goes straight to the Talking Heads song, "Once in a Lifetime".

"And you may find yourself in a beautiful house

With a beautiful wife

And you may ask yourself, well,

How did I GET here?"

  

and that damn song, straight outta my high school days, just keeps going on and on in my head,

"THIS is not my beautiful house!

THIS is not my beautiful wife!"

Anybody else? Anybody else see that commercial and go immediately to the Talking Heads?  No?  Just me?  Yeah, I was afraid of that. :)

 

Freaky Friday: It's a Christmas miracle!

Some of you who have been reading here for a while may recall that when anything even slightly unusual happens this time of year, I like to describe it as a Christmas miracle, because why not?  Found a good parking spot?  It's a Christmas miracle!  Grabbed the last raspberry pie at the store? Christmas miracle!  You get the picture.

But this year, guys ... this year ...

Some of you may remember Bunnyman, aka Angel Rabbit Man, the ceramic rabbit with the body of a man and also wings.  Oh, yeah.   And then there was Son of Bunnyman.  And then I did the whole Bus Stop thing, featuring Bunnyman. And despite doing some research, I never could discover the origins of Bunnyman.  Still haven't.

But the other day I stopped by a thrift store, and ...

another Bunnyman.

I saw him at the thrift store amid the knick-knacks and coffee cups and snatched him up. He didn't have a price tag, but really ... would any price be too much to pay for an elusive Bunny Man?

When I got up to the register, the cashier said, "Oh wow,  this is really ..."   I waited for her to say "weird", or "strange", or "odd", but instead she said, "cool.  I don't know what it is, but I like it!"  and she charged me a buck.

It's a Christmas miracle! A true Christmas miracle!  :)

Well, of course I had to dress him up a little:

... and arrange a reunion with his long-lost brother:

and reconfigure the Bus Stop:

Christmas miracles, guys. They're out there.

Art Project

Me:  "Okay, Campers, we need to make a poster, and we need to make it look pretty. Let's get to work!"

"Let's make it say, "Thank you, Kris" and ... a Christmas tree?  You want to add a Christmas tree?  Umm ... okay ..."

"and reindeer?  You want reindeer?  Sure, go ahead:"

"Santa and his sleigh?  Oh, why not ..."

"Wait a minute ... NO GLITTER.  I draw the line at glitter.  Jeez:"

"And now you say that YOU make the best decoration of all?  Well, I guess I can't argue with that, Campers."

Thank you, Kris,  for your jaw-droppingly-amazing donation to Every Dog's Dream.  It is truly appreciated by everyone at the rescue, and by all the dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs, and who-knows-what'll-come-through-the-door-next.  :)  I hope you and your loved ones have the best holiday ever.  Thank you!

Pet Cemetery

I had to pick up some traps at a house out in the sticks today, so I thought I'd swing by a nearby cemetery.

There are some famous residents here:

And some not-so-famous.  I don't know why I can walk through a human cemetery with no problem, but a pet cemetery makes me teary every time.

Anybody know what Psalm 23:6 is?

*sob*  Excuse me while I go hug my cats.