Months and months ago, I posted about the different art we had on the walls of our apartment. Looking around these digs, I realize we have an abundance of random knick-knacks as well.
So, my blogerrific friends, here is yet another tour of "The Crap In My Abode". Single-file line; no pushing please...
This is a turtle from Cuba. I think his accent is fake. He drank my rum.
The boy's golf award. Placed on our bookcase because it is a known fact that golfers are very literary. By "known fact", I mean "I just made that up now".
Yet another sports trophy. A plaque to show his first ever goal as a Parkdale Hockey Lad. He also won 'Rookie of the Year', but I'm not showcasing that trophy at this time.
Why? Because it's sleeveless and has a Harley on it.
A model of a 1969 Pontiac GTO Superjudge. A little birthday gift for Craig.
Because, if you didn't already know, he is Superjudge.
Tony Esposito - a relative of the judge who is super.
I think he comes alive at night and torments my dogs, along with that golf guy.
This is a little statue that was brought back for me when a friend went to Haiti many many years ago.
I dig it.
Buddha in the bathroom, please talk free.
The door is locked, just you and me.
(What, you don't like The English Beat?)
This little guy sit on top of our TV and judges us by what we are watching. He watches us watch.
Lastly, this is Jim Morrison.
Jim, this is everybody.
Jim lives in his plastic home, and has for many years. I was told that he holds value when left in the packaging. Seems I just forgot about him.
Perhaps it's time to let Jim out.
If only to watch him fight with Tony Esposito and the golf guy.
Place yer bets!