I'm so over it...I'm so over people doing stupid rotten hurtful things just because they can...we're supposed to be better than the things in this video...

http://youtu.be/pNxcylWLEH8


...and? seriously? save the justification...that dog don't hunt...

I'm Learning a New Skill...

it is called "Lowering the Bar"...

see, just 3 or 4 years back, I would have taken 15 photos to get 1 decent shot of the Rahhhh Kitties in their St. Patrick's Day ribbons...

 

...and I would have decorated for the day a bit more than adding two green ribbons to the Rahhhh Kitties...

 

But, one of the advantages of getting older is gaining a little perspective...The Rahhhh Kitties don't mind the crummy photo...they're just happy to get a change of ribbon because they wore their last ribbons about 2 years...might actually be 3 years...If the RKs don't mind, then I guess I shouldn't either...

 

Hey. Hey. HEY, LADY...change the ribbons already...loser...

actually, taking the whole 2-3 year thing into account, perhaps I'm a little further along the path

to mastery of the whole Lowering the Bar thing than I've been thinkin'...

 



Some Times...

change can be as simple as, yes, a can of spray paint...

 

 

other times...not so much...

 

But, this time, I'm in luck...2 cans, actually, of paint, and a minor

irritant of several years vanished

 

I've gathered a few doorstops...two, no, three, were gifts and two I bought...

One I sent to a charity gift shop because I disliked it so much...

One I like just as it is...

 

the other three need some work..

 

just because I don't like the colours and they irritate me...

 

I have no idea why I have not dealt with these stops long before now...

 

I guess these stops are like other things in life that we tolerate just

because it seems more effort to halt our fast pace and actually address

the annoyance than just to keep on being annoyed...

 

Well, I finally stopped long enough to decide the time had come...

to either make these stops fit in around here or

to send them packing in the next box sent to the thrift shop.

 

And, as it ususally turns out to be, it took so little time, so little expense,

that I shake my head at my own self that I didn't do this years ago...

 

Why on earth put up with any thing in this life that is annoying

that can be easily removed or changed when there are so

many things in this life that are so much harder

and cannot simply be spray-painted away?