Thursday, December 18, 2008

On the Fifth Day of Christmas

On the fifth day of Christmas

Do not give to me

Five shoe strings,

Four doggy turds,

Three styrofoam heads,

Two tattered gloves,

and a scale so that you can weigh me!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

On the Fourth Day of Christmas

Let me first appologize for what you are about to see. I admit to having a sick sense of humor!


On the fourth day of Christmas

Do not give to me

Four doggy turds,
*Doggy turd picture removed due to grossing myself out*

Three styrofoam heads,

Two tattered gloves,

and a scale so that you can weigh me!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

On the Third Day of Christmas

I went a bit artsy fartsy with this one. I saw these in a store window of an old closed down hat store and had to stop to get a shot for my 12 Days of Christmas of things not to give Jane project.


On the third day of Christmas,


Do not give to me:


Three styrofoam heads,

Two tattered gloves,

and a scale so that you can weigh me!

Monday, December 15, 2008

On the Second Day of Christmas

On the second day of Christmas,

Do not give to me

Two tattered gloves

and a scale so that you can weigh me!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The Twelve Days of Christmas (of what not to buy Jane)

Just for laughs and giggles, I decided to do The 12 Days of Christmas song with my own twist and my own photography. Things not to buy Jane for Christmas. Sooooo on with Day 1...

On The First Day of Christmas

Do not give to me

A scale so that you can weigh me!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Food Friday - Quick Tip

Just a quick tip today. You know how when you open a can, you often have to scrape the contents out of the can, trying to get every last drop? It was recently shared with me that if you open the bottom of the can instead of the top....flooop everything just slides right out! This might not be news to some of you but it was news to me. I tried, sure enough...no more scraping out the beans in the can, they just slide right on out. Try it with spaghetti Oh's.
This tip came curtesy of my 18 year old son who taught me it.