Winecone Wednesday – Shadows of the Sun Edition

Yesterday, at sunset, Venus made its last trek in front of the sun for the next century and some change. (And this once in a lifetime information comes to me from NASA, not a Facebook posting hoax. Unless NASA is trying to distract us all with shiny astrological objects. Totally plausible.)

Reminder: Don’t look directly at the sun. That’s bad idea. And in breaking news, may we all remember sci-fi writer Ray Bradbury as he makes his own journey elsewhere in the universe. (This totally fits as a correlation in my mind.)

Speaking of government agencies trying to bamboozle us – the CDC has assured us the Zombie Apocalypse is not upon us. Uh huh. Right. Trust me – winecones are needed to survive my toddling zombie. He tried to eat his brother’s brains!

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Last minute submission from my toddler: Winecone pants. “NO PANTS!”

Editor’s note: I understand (not really) your intense desire for naked-time. But, you see, your tendencies to pee on things (like the dogs, rocking toddler police motorcycles and your brother) give me pause. And then *I* need wine. So here’s the deal: Get potty trained, earn naked time. (And while I’m very proud of your deductive hand-eye coordination skills, stop taking off your pants!)

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If you don’t vote you have no right to bitch about the outcome.

Editor’s note: Here in sunny (except not because it’s totally raining and cold in JUNE) California, today was primary voting day. And we are one screwed up state. And I don’t just mean the amount of wine consumption needed to swallow all the political ads. (What do you MEAN we have to do this all over again through November.) Here’s my vote: an angry winecone at the politics of politics.

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People hung up on other people, while continuing to date. Thereby completely fucking over everyone they go out with.

Editor’s note: Ouch. Sounds like you need some wine. And a winecone at the frustration of dating – and the games people play. That said – here’s to love and other indoor sports. (And wine.)

A HUGE kiss to BlogHer and the 2012 Voices of the Year Honorees. (Yes, this is a shameless publicity plug for myself.) I’m still in shock that my post was picked. But so many of the others are truly amazing.

Have you heard of the Honest Toddler. Clearly my son has taken his cue from the eTrade baby and smuggled electronics into his crib. He’s blogging when I’m not writing. I can find no other explanation for the stories told on this site. In any case – kudos for the initiative, kid. I knew that LeapFrog laptog proclaiming “NEW BLOG POST!” would lead places.

‘Till next week, winecones and kisses!

*Leave your Winecones in the comments or email us at anervousticmotion1@gmail.com or tricia@streamoftheconscious.com and we’ll add yours next week!

PS. This your first wineconing? Welcome. Grab a glass and click here for an explanation of what in name of Jeebus’ we’re talking about.

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