I colored the lead black and made the pencil a #2 to make it look like I did something.
Also in another corner of the toy box the Birthday Monkey is trying to cheer up the Rainbow Bear who isn’t feeling very gay because SCOTUS still haven’t made up their minds on the issues important to him.
Their indecisiveness could ruin next week’s Pride St. Louis for him.
Well, I turned my Fish Base into a bird hat, but I couldn’t find any one to loan me a Barbie Doll to model it for you. So I had to resort to using my Leonardo daVinci action figure. Alas, to perpetrate such indignity to an artist of his caliber. Besides the hat looks like one created to be worn at a British royal wedding. Does anyone have an English queen action figure to loan me.
Amazing, I was actually able to figure this one out.
But if you want to figure it out for yourself …
Don’t scroll down to my worksheet with the answers scribbled on it.
Of course, you’ll have to click on it to make it large enough to read.
In case you want to figure it out for yourself, the answers are in the next line.
Well, the snow, sleet and ice is scheduled to arrive some time around noon, and the ice/snow divider line is schedule to be just south of the city. That means we should get more snow than ice. We shall see.
Hey, that calendar page has a smiling swirlfish on it. Just a little something I folded while waiting to Part 5 of the never-ending woven cube challenge. This is where we were yesterday. And this is what I folded today.
It might not be alive, but it’s now an open box. A very tiny open box! Come back tomorrow for the conclusion of this marathon folding challenge.
I’ll be honest with you. I know that G + B + F + S = 83, B = 3G and also F-7, but this kind of puzzle is work and not fun, and that why I don’t do puzzles that involve math (my nephew the math maven clutches his chest). Besides I was extremely myopic in high school and didn’t participate in sports other than being the target in dodgeball. But if anyone want to do the math, put your answer in a comment and I’ll check the back of the puzzle page.
Gee, this is the same puzzle we did yesterday only with hands instead of geometric shapes. I solved it, but the two hands are not really a perfect match. The color of one of the orange fingers is off just a little lighter. The moral of the puzzle is wash your hands after finger painting.
Wow, it’s hard to believe that this is my 50th challenge post of the year! It’s a shame I didn’t keep track of how many challenges I complete successfully, and how many missed completely. Well, every day is a new day and a new challenge!
#1 THE ORIGAMI CALENDAR CHALLENGE – LITTLE BOXES DEJA VU!
Here’s where we left it yesterday …
While I was working on that challenge, a pretty yellow origami butterfly flew in and landed on my calendar.
And in case you need the answers … reilodnog 7 enitolliug enobhgih, 4 erianoigel llewsdnuorg ssensuothgir
#3 THE PAGE-A-DAY CALENDAR – ALPHAMETICS
Guess what? I was able to figure out the numbers that HEAD represented, but I screwed up with TO … and it took me a while to figure out that they left 6 out of the puzzle. I eventually figured it out. Don’t peek, here’s the answer!
Today was one of those autumn days that you anticipate for an entire year. A real Indian summer day with temps in the low 80s and a bright Saint Louis cobalt blue sky dotted with puffy, fluffy cotton ball clouds.
It was the kind of day when you just have to shout out, “To hell with accomplishing anything important that would save or serve mankind! I’m going to sit outside in my relaxing chair, drink a diet caffeine free Dr. Pepper, read _____ (Author friends please insert title of your latest book.) on my Kindle and just spend the afternoon with my faithful four-footed companion Mademoiselle Renee.” And so I did!
After reading a chapter or two, I noticed the UPS truck coming down the street. And when it came to a stop in front of the house, Mlle. Renee’s perked to alert mood and she turned her gaze to the street, saw the stopped truck and ran into the house and to the front door before the driver even had a chance to ring the bell. I must say, I was a lot slower.
Now I can’t say Renee has a thing for the driver, even though he does wear his brown UPS shorts ten months out of the year to expose his Tour de France racing cyclist’s legs and thighs.
She doesn’t even pay any attention to him once I open the door. Her sole interest is … does he have a package in his hands. And she doesn’t have any interest in what the package might contain either. She just wants the container.
Its like I have my very own TSA agent or DEA officer living with me! And when the box is completely flattened, she will walk back to me with a “I KILLED THAT BOX!” look on her face. That’s my girl! Now back to the book and fluffy clouds.
Shortly after I adopted Mlle. Renee or Mlle. Renee adopted me, I discovered that she enjoyed finding her own play toys. I am a firm believer in recycling the trash, and one day I set an empty plastic milk bottle next to the back door to take out to the recycling cart. When I opened the door to let Renee out into the backyard, she picked up the empty bottle and carried it out to the yard as her plaything. She ran up and down the yard carrying that bottle for a week before I finally picked it up and dumped it in the recycling cart. From then on every empty plastic bottle became hers.
Sometime later a corrugated box was delivered by UPS. I also place it beside the door to be recycled. Again she picked it up and carried it out into the yard and totally demolished it. From then on she established that every cardboard box (and bubble wrap envelope) that arrived in the house were meant for her. I could have the contents and she would get the container.
It has finally reached a point that when she even hears the UPS truck pull up the street, she runs to the front door. And she doesn’t even care that the UPS delivery man has sexy legs! The mailman’s arrival has the same effect, and she stands next to me while I sort through the mail in case there is something for her.
This was yesterday’s UPS delivery …
With all her obsession with plastic bottles, cardboard boxes and bubble wrap envelopes she has never chewed on shoes or any thing else in the house.
One day at the Zoo I was talking to the keeper of Big Cat Country who had just thrown an empty toilet paper box into the Amur tiger (formerly known as Siberian tigers) compound where five young tiger cubs immediately pounced upon it. I told her about Renee and her box obsession and she told me that this was natural play for many animal species and cardboard boxes would never hurt the animals.
So Mlle. Renee can be assured that her cardboard box supply will not be cut off. And try as I might, I have never been able to take a picture of her prancing around the yard with a cardboard box in her mouth.
And in case you’re wondering, the special treat for many of the zoo inhabitants is Cheerios … the same ones we humans eat. Only they come in much bigger boxes.