‘Call of Duty’ party in Vegas over the weekend @ Hard Rock Cafe. If you’re wondering why we attended, read here. We came, we saw… and I can’t tell you the rest. You know the saying. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. But I’m wondering, what is Joe’s thumb doing up my wristband? I’ve told him so many times, Honey even when we’re in Vegas, NOT IN PUBLIC!
Have you ever eaten a coconut? I don’t mean pre- sliced, diced, baked, shredded or in anyway already prepared for you. I mean, have you ever taken a full, whole, real coconut and had to open it to eat it? OMG! One of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do! Well, difficult as far as it goes to JUST GET A MORSEL of something!
I guess that makes me quite a wuss. It’s not like I had to go out and HUNT for days for coconut and then climb a tree with my barefeet. Or follow the herd for weeks and chase them with my bow and arrow, then skin it, and cook it. We’re just talking one little coconut here. And all I had to do to get it was push my cart through Whole Foods.
But that was the only easy part about it. Trying to open it? No way. Couldn’t do it. Instructions are to bang it on concrete. BANG IT ON CONCRETE. Which is great if I’m out in the wild and I could throw it against trees until it opened. But, really? This is the best solution?
I could do some serious damage to my kitchen trying to get this open. I thought about taking my machete from the garage to it. Or my big meat cleaver. But the strength I had to use to actually break through – I could take my whole countertop down with it.
There are three dark, soft indentations on a coconut. Hey! Just like a bowling ball. So that’s where they got the idea for a bowling ball design! =) And one way to get the coconut water/milk out is to take a nail and hammer to it. But that’s if all you want is the water/milk inside.
If you want to eat the meat of the coconut? You have to break it open. Joe ended up getting the power drill out and finding a solution. And it was yummy. But not THAT yummy. I love the IDEA of eating a whole, raw, natural coconut. It just wasn’t that great or worth that much trouble. And cutting the meat off the outer shell once it was open was not easy either. Especially since I can just buy coconut in a million other ways. And none of them require power tools.
I suggest listening to music about coconuts instead. It’s much more enjoyable. And no one will get hurt.
Cool. Two things I like. Pumpkins and trees in one. When I first got this home — I didn’t really like it. It seemed to scream ‘Tim Burton!’ Which is a great thing if that’s what you’re going for. But I was going for ‘warm and cozy’ and when describing Tim or his work, you don’t usually use words like ‘warm fuzzy feeling’. Then, after awhile it grew on me, and I decided I liked it. You can see it in it’s full on Burton glory in photos here.
That is not a toothpick holder! A toothpick holder is a little round container that is specifically labeled toothpick holder! You can’t just use anything to hold toothpicks!
I love taking something and making use for it as something it’s not. Mostly just because it’s more fun and interesting. I think another reason is because I hate conforming and buying something just because someone else said I should. Who made up these rules and how did we allow them to seep into our brains without our approval?
Is it just good marketing? A long line of genetic morphing? It’s like thinking that you have to buy a vase in order to display flowers. You can’t put flowers in just anything! It has to be a vase! Or Don’t put the butter in that! What’s wrong with you? Get a proper “butter dish”!
Why? Why do I have to go out and buy something that is specifically labeled “butter dish” or “toothpick holder” or “napkin ring” or “coffee table”? Use anything. Seriously, get creative people!
Life is way more fun and interesting and beautiful when we take a moment and think outside the box.
My little piggie doorstop is cute, but Pixie would do a much better job. Don’t you agree?
