Monthly Archives: December 2012

Dear Buddah I’d like a pony ….

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Photo by Red

Photo by Red

I don’t know what I want for Christmas. My hubby says I’m hard to shop for, and I’ve never thought so because don’t I want everything? But apparently I don’t because I’m not even sure what I want!

At first hubby showed me a statue he was thinking of getting me, gifts over a certain amount we always check with each other unless we know they really want it. Anyway, it’s a beautiful statue of Quan Yin, and I would love it- but *sighs* of course there is a but, I don’t have a lot of room and my bedroom, where I would keep it, I just don’t spend that much time in.

Then I thought, what about a spa day? I could get a massage and fun spa treatments and totally pamper myself. That sounds like heaven, but I would be by myself and that doesn’t sound like fun. I’d rather do a spa day with someone else 😦 Plus surely I can think of a better way to spend that money.

Then I saw this post by Julie Glover on gifts for writers. I’ve heard a lot about Scrivener but I’ve never used it- it seems all shiny and one can never have too many writerly things right???

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ACK! So what should I do? Do you have any other ideas of what I should ask Santa for? Do you use Scrivener? Do you like it? Please help me figure out what to get for Christmas.

It’s Okay—You Can Stare at My Chest

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I have an addiction to tee shirts, not just any tee shirts, but pop culture tee shirts, and not just any old pop culture tee shirts, but the unique, available for 24 hours only, pop culture tee shirts found on sites like teefury.com, yetee.com and shirt.woot.com.

Shirts from Comic Con

Shirts from Comic Con

I have far more shirts than I want to count because then I might have to admit I have a problem, which I don’t. I have a collection which I have complete control over. The tee shirts do not control me!! I am not their bitch. I’m not , I swear.

Dr. Who and Torchwood shirts

Dr. Who and Torchwood shirts

Anyway, I have an obscene amount—um a lot of tee shirts. Here is a picture of most of them. I can’t show all of them because some are tucked away as gifts. My kids also like them, or at least they are given a lot of them, and some are still being shipped to me!

80's movie shirts

80’s movie shirts

The reason I know I’m okay with my collection and that it doesn’t rule me the way bushido ruled foolishly optimistic samurai bound to death by their honor is because I have rules which I always follow.

Rule 1: I never buy the shirt right away. I always wait a bit and usually show it to my hubby when he gets home from work. If I can’t remember what the shirt is a few hours later, then it isn’t a buy.

Rule 2: Okay this one is more a justification—I do buy them for gifts also. I mean I always get one for myself, but I do buy them for my kids and sometimes other family members if it’s something really special.

Rule 3: I never buy from any of the UK sites. It’s not that I don’t like them, because I do, but the cost of shipping is as much as the shirt, so that is a no-no. The shirts usually come around to the US sites eventually.

Original art work

Original art work

Now I do have to admit that I have help with my addiction. There is an email service called The Tee Keeper, and every morning I wake up and there are the daily shirts for EIGHT DIFFERENT TEE SHIRT SITES, IN MY EMAIL, JUST FOR ME!!!!!!!
Anyway it is very nice and helpful.

Kids shows and cartoons

Kids shows and cartoons

My hubby helped me with photos. He made me include all my Comic Con tee shirts, which are free and therefore not part of the problem. Also I counted them—um right now—not including the ones I have tucked away for gifts or the ones that have yet to be shipped to me—I have 49 tee shirts. That’s not excessive is it????

Browncoats unite!

Browncoats unite!

British Goodness

British Goodness

Do you have any addictions—um collection? Are there rules you make yourself follow?

Christmas Goodies or Bio-weapons?

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Photo by ghindo

Photo by ghindo


I have been sick. Vile, plague like, please let me die sick. I even went to the doctor (which I never do) and got antibiotics. I can’t remember how many years it’s been since I’ve taken prescription medication for an illness. Anyway, point being, that’s why I’ve been gone, and brings up a very important question about the holidays.

You see I usually make lots of holiday goodies. I knit things, bake, and most importantly make caramels. In fact at this point I should have at least 4 batches of caramels made. But I haven’t made anything, I’ve just been too sick.
The other day I was working on my knitting project while watching Expendables 2 (not worth your time don’t bother)and after a coughing fit I looked down at my knitting and had to wonder, Am I making a sock or a bio-weapon?

Photo by styeb

Photo by styeb

Hubby wants to start making caramels, but I’m thinking no way, they’ll just be a danger to everyone. Little wrapped packages of yummy sweetness carrying the plague.

Now I am starting to feel better, but my daughter is also sick, so still bio-hazard status in our home. I fear that as soon as everyone is feeling better I’ll explode in a mad attempt to catch up and get everything done in time. But until we’re all better I’m just not sure about making things.

So what do you think? Would I be making bio-weapons?

Picnicking with cats.

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Photo graphed by Herncar


One fine summer day my sister (8) and I (9) were left alone because we were old enough to look after ourselves. We decided to go on a picnic. The suburb we lived in was a new development. Lovely Alaskan forest was bulldozed to make building space for our townhouse.

This meant there was a lot of forest and bog (moss-covered ground that squishes like a wet sponge and is a good place for blueberries to grow) for us to explore. Brandy and I loved to go on picnics, but today we wanted something special, so we decided to take our cats, Pooder and Tig.

In the small pocket of our school backpacks we put packed lunches for us and cheese and lunch meat for the cats. In the large pocket we shoved in the cats. I knew they would not walk there on their own. We weren’t unkind; we zipped them up so their heads stuck out of the packs, and they could see where we going and could breathe.

We walked deep into the forest, and found the perfect place to play and wait for unicorns to come and visit us. It was maybe a quarter of a mile from the road, and the cats had no idea where we were.

We took them out of the bags, and they began to meow frantically. I was worried they wouldn’t have any fun on our picnic. After eating some meat, they calmed down and began to explore. They ate grass, chased butterflies, and climbed fallen logs.

Photo by Abhialeena

They were careful to not go too far, and I like to think they enjoyed their outing. When we were ready to go Brandy and I used the last of the cats’ lunch to lure Pooder and Tig back to us and then stuffed them back into our backpacks and left for home.

I guess this wasn’t as bad as Cat Radio, because our parents didn’t ban us from doing it again. In fact Brandy and I took Pooder and Tig on several picnics that summer. They really enjoyed them, I am sure of it.