Bonkers for Babushkas

My ode to the Russian toy that embraces pear shaped women of all sizes. 

Sources: FFFound

This babushka lives in the UK. 

This one is having a cocktail before going swimming in the 1940s. 

This one is a kinky Alaskan tourist. 

A mini baker babushka.

Lastly the intellectual babushka refuses to be judged for her appearance. 

I've always been fascinated by these toys since I was a child. Conceptually they're simple, yet each individual piece is unique in size and decor. For a while I was obsessed with finding the smallest babushka; I really enjoy the contrast from the smallest to the largest figure. Babushkas even make brilliant product ideas. The design possibilities for these are endless; so much so that I will add designing my own babushka to my bucket list. 

What's your favorite toy? 

1000 X 9 Words

A guy in my management studies class didn't understand why 10,000 grams was 10 kilograms. He took 5 minutes out of class time (approximately costing me $3.13 of my course fees) to argue with the teacher regarding this incredibly perplexing matter. Unfortunately, I couldn't take a picture of this incident, however, I can provide you with other amusing images. This is the 5th installation of my life in iPhone pictures (soon to be iPhone 4 pictures, eek!)

My letter opener is a stoner. Note, this letter opener does not represent the views or opinions of ATB Financial or its staff in any way. The company does not condone the use  of  marijuana or googly eyes.

I can't believe Hayden Panettiere sold out to sell Snookie Bumpits! And with such artistic license taken on her forehead, you think she would never agree to something like this...

Baby goat in a petting zoo in the middle of a mall, you know you're in the pathetic side of town when.. 

Creepiest print ad in the Herald ever, apparently The Joker has been selling condos. 

Mini outhouse lawn ornament in my neighborhood. I was incredibly tempted to put my dog's fresh poop bag in it. 

I nearly broke a neural circuit trying to decide whether it's or its should be placed here. Bus benches should never make you think that hard. For the record: I think its would have been more appropriate. 

Pizza and hot dogs on a stick, Calgary Stampede 2010. 

The majestically captured shot of myself discussing wacky dance moves with Alex Ebert (lead singer- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros). The picture was taken just in time for me to close my eyes and Sam's finger to cop a feel on Alex. 

I found NEMO, at Tim Horton's in the middle of a hall way in West Edmonton Mall. 

My summer sans Europe = tropical fish in malls and food on a stick, get me out of this country. 

181/365:

This is what I was listening to at the end of August. Considering that it's been nicer outside in October, I figured I should post this now. My blog posts are very sensitive to the weather. They have been diagnosed with S.A.D in fact.

Source: WeHeartIt

Day 175/365: We Don't Want Your Body, Stars.
You're tuned into my frequency, but that don't mean a thing to me, cause I don't want your body.

176/365: Lose Control, Missy Elliot Feat. Ciara.
365 days of music make you lose control.

177/365: Radar Detector, Darwin Deez.
Forget baby and honey, you're my radar detector.

178/365: Fuck You, Cee-Lo Green.
Super catchy right now, as well as a nonchalant way to tell someone fuck you.

179/365: Mama I Love You, The Spice Girls.
My mummy was sick this weekend and I watched Spice World. Thus this song was born!

180/365: Let's Go Surfing, The Drums.
If only my summer consisted of this phrase - Next year I tell you, next year.

181/365: Monster Hospital, Metric.
I fought the war, but the war won't -stop for the love of God.

25 down, 28 to go!