The End of an ERA

ENTRY PASSWORD CLUE:

This dog was the Lassie of the 20s, featured in movies and radio serials.

This dog reappeared in a television series several decades later.

Build-a-Bear workshop updates I have; the time, I do not..

I'm committing to one more short post before a real whopper is presented for your pleasure...

With no better way to lay this out, here's an unnumbered list:

I get a lot of e-mails from build-a-bear workshop. I'm not exactly sure how they got my personal information, but I suspect foul play. Because of this foul-play, I am immediately apprised of any new product/animal/theme/special/color option/feature as it is coming in off of the truck.

This beach bunny may or may not be available...

Thank you build-a-bear workshop. I will make sure to pass this pertinent information along to whoever I suspect signed me up for the pleasure of knowing your business.

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Lately I have been completely confused as to what day of the week and/or in the month that it actually is. This is not entirely unique in my life, but the occurrence of this has reached a new extreme-one that creates excitement followed by disappointment followed by a mix of anger, confusion and usually a fit of silent laughter.

For example, I woke this past Monday morning thinking time had advanced an entire week. I thought it was the 23rd and went into a bit of panicked excitement. A moment later I realized it was actually the 16th. An ease settled over me that I hadn't completely lost a week, but was then sad thinking that I was suddenly one more week away from summer vacation.

The following Wednesday brought the certainty that it was actually Friday. More excitement followed by disappointment. As for today, I have no idea what day it is.

This problem has been compounded by the stoppage of my watch battery.

My watch stopped Tuesday afternoon at 7 til 3. The realization of this took 4 and a half hours. These 4 and a half hours did not pass due to my not looking at the watch. I looked at my watch multiple times. Apparently every time I looked at my watch, I was just going through the motions of looking at my watch rather than actually registering what time it was. If I did register the time, I only went with the minute hand.

This came in handy for arriving just in time for happy hour (as I thought it was 7 til 7), but not so much when determining the time after the sun had set.

As the next few weeks pass, I am confident that my brain will continue to turn to mush (clearly it has progressed far in this process already). 

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I both fear and look forward to having time off this summer. Your benefit will be a much more active blog. My benefit will be an ever-expanding waistline and dwindling bank account.

Be forewarned: if you receive informational e-mails about the inner-workings of build-a-bear workshop, you are suspected of foul play.

UPDATE: Bridge Count MMXI

YES

I am still counting bridges.

In fact, I am counting the shit out of bridges (eh hem, pardon the language)

It is tough work. I have to constantly be on my toes, counting toes. Do you realize how easily I fall asleep in cars?! Especially rocking Judyth down the highway during the 3:00pm slump?! Where are those Emerald Nuts when you need them?

I reached the 5000 bridge mark over the weekend. So: woo.

Counting bridges is exhausting, tedious, and entirely pointless-but I. AM. DOING. IT. Even on road trips to Athens, Georgia and beyond.

Here are a few pictures that I risked my life to take so as to document the bridge counting...

Here's a particularly sinister bridge that did not want to be counted...

As it tried its best to hide from view completely.

Main Street Bridge, not counted on this occasion; only because in this moment, I was not driving/walking/biking over it.

Off in the distance: the Fuller Warren Bridge, also not counted on this day. I drive over it most days. Some evenings the lights of the city seen from this bridge draw me in and try to take me over the side of said bridge. Luckily, I have resisted thus far...

View of the Acosta Bridge and a train bridge not yet travelled.

Atop the Acosta Bridge on a grueling bike ride.

Ok there are obviously more pictures to include, but I'm afraid that this is reaching a red flag point where I am giving the idea that Decadence is obsessed with bridges in an unhealthy way. She is not, promise.

She is however obsessed with counting and driving over bodies of water.

Happy bridge navigation, people.

A Feast for the Eyes

So April was a lax month for Decadence in terms of sending new and old stories through the blog, but rest assured it's been an active month in the life of Decadence (which in turn creates more stories to tell).

Sorry, I'm not sorry.

To satisfy your thirst for more...here is a picture log of the days Decadence has spent while not posting new material:

Fortunately this man is not in 

Decadence's kickball league.

~|~ Decadence has been playing kickball as a part of the well known: "Growler Girls" on the team the Rubba Bustas. Not to be confused with the Rubber Busters which might suggest something less than pure.

Responsibilities of being a part of "Growler Girls" include, but are not limited to:

-Bringing a growler of brewery fresh beer to the field
-Outrageous and unannounced dress-up parties
-Dominating the kickball field
-Flip Cup
-Setting the dance floor ablaze
-Being the source of obscene amounts of noise
-Heckling


~|~ Recently, while at a beachside establishment,
Decadence came across an alarming sight:

BARBIE ORGY

The toys of our youth can't even keep it G-rated...

Penthouses of local skyscrapers have recently become a frequent hangout...

The view from the top...of the world

Decadence has been gaining entry into the most exclusive of VIP sections

This one only allowed the patron to visually enter the VIP section,
something only Decadence was able to do

Decadence only drives a dawn. It's really the worst way to travel, the sunrise constantly urges her to stare versus watching the road.

This day she appeased it by snapping a shot of it in place of staring.

Of COURSE Decadence spies on her neighbors under the guise of a "Neighborhood Watch"

This neighbor, a particularly unique individual, chooses to water his
absurdly large front yard garden with urine.

In Decadence's line of work, she comes across many situations that one could only handle in the moment. Rather than create the necessity to visualize these situations by giving you descriptive text, here is a picture splash:

Chair throwing

Brief periods of quiet, interrupted by the sounds of this guy

The ever escalating food fight, ending in tears and bloodshed

Ginger wall scaling

Decadence also employs snake charming techniques to gather the crowds at work as well as distract others from the pandemonium going on around them

~|~ After days like that it may be easy to see that in order to counteract the madness, she must find and run with a wild, but elite crowd...the likes of which are pictured here

Although Decadence and friends have much less conflict than this zoo crew

Ultimately, this is to prevent a general freak-out, because alas...

There's never any time.

Decadence promises that May will be a more active story-telling month in blog land. 

Deuces