I love the end of the year best of lists......one of my favorite songs this year was Beyonce's Single Ladies....seriously, even if you're not a big pop music fan you can't help but sing this over and over....and of course, I've changed it to fit various activities in my home...like "If you like me then you better put a poop in it." (potty training is so much more fun with Beyonce).... I loved this version by Pomplamousse when I saw it awhile back. If you thought Beyonce's version was catchy now you'll have this to really get stuck in your head (trust me)Enjoy.
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Adding a very nice calm amber glow to my "studio".
And bringing down the property values in our neighborhood......
At Christmas time here in Fullerland, the famous movie A Christmas Story is in full rotation. It's a family favorite here as in many a household I'm sure and finally the kids are old enough to get the gist of it. Although I can't tell you how many times I've blurted out "Don't call anyone that!" after hearing the neighborhood boys in the movie use some pretty base terms and "Do not DO THAT!" when Flick sticks his tongue to a frozen flag pole (because mine might try).
It's taken a few years before Bobby decided this was the year to buy the infamous lamp. He thought I might think it too racy (nah) or kind of tacky (great!). It is definitely the way we like to celebrate here at Christmas time, with laughs and plenty of kitsch. I am certainly hoping though that I don't open up a Red Rider BB gun on Christmas morning because I will have to say, " Honey, now you've gone a bit too far." chuckle chuckle.
When I've actually had two seconds to sit down and draw I've been having fun with black and white. We've got 21 inches of snow (love it) on the ground and two birthdays (whose bad planning was that?) as well as Christmas this month (yeah, have you heard of that holiday?). Busy, busy. Hope your holidays are going well. Until I log on again-here's a little Colinism for you.... It's his birthday night. A cake with four lit candles is placed in front of him. "Colin, " we say, "Make a wish!" Colin snuffs out his candles with some sort of cough, blow thing. "So," his dad asks, "What did you wish for?" A dreamy and satisfied look sparkles in Colin's eyes.......his response? "Caaaaake." Well said, birthday boy, well said.
My Girl Scout books are arriving...now to get them into my dewey decimal system, ha ha ha. They are absolutely breathtakingly perfect. One is a hand book from 1932! The pages have notes on them-priceless....
The drawings, the sentiment......the spread above is from the beginning of the Brownie Hand Book-1952. I won't be using original pages from these but instead scanned copies. These books are small gems....I couldn't possibly pull out pages. I've already got my cast of characters in my head-my own little troop if you will....we'll see. Until then:
On my honor, I will try:
To do my duty to God and my country,
To help other people at all times,
To obey the Girl Scout Laws.
I've been thinking about that commercial that Lexus has out every time this year, you know the one...it's the one that has a shiny new SUV in the driveway with a Snuffleupagus sized bow on top? My husband and I have always been fascinated by that commercial. Who gets a car for Christmas? What's the return policy on that baby? Where DOES one get a bow that big?
And if you notice the car is never parked in front of a modest house, it's always a villa or small manor.......now if Lexus wanted the "rest" of us to "believe" try parking that beauty in front of a ranch style home in middle America.......
I'm not saying I want a car for Christmas (nor do I EVER want a luxury SUV)....I don't trust someone else picking a car out for me anyway, even if it is my husband and my house is more likely to be featured in a Subaru commercial (love my Forester) ....but really, isn't Christmas about believing? Take note, luxury car people, you don't have to shove it in our faces....we all know that if you can afford a luxury SUV you can afford the house that goes with it.....I'm just saying......let the people dream a little and park that baby in front of a split level.
By the way-since I a have been rambling on and on about Celiac disease on this blog....and you're wondering just what it really is. Dr. Oz is having a show about it today. I've got my DVR ready to go. Now I just wish I could get my insurance company (a few people in the doctor's office-Silliac? What? You have Similac?) to watch it.......
Above- a wonderful print purchased from Amanda Blake in my studio (her etsy shop). She's been inspiring my hoop skirt ladies. And below a new line of cards (ha ha ha) on their way to a good friend.....
But here's what's chuckle worthy-I just haven't gotten ebay figured out yet....awhile ago (like over two years ago) I bid on a few items only to be outbidded right away or very soon enough. It seems I could win nothing. So last night I thought I'd do a search for Girl Scout hand books and there were many, many. I'm in search of old scout handbooks to use in my collages (my newest obsession) and so I bid on a bunch (thinking there was some lady out there with beanie still on head clicking away)-granted each book was under 5 bucks so it's not like my newest gleam is in rare gems. And this morning- I had WON! I was a big winner of practically every book I put a bid on, the proud owner of a small library.....SO, get ready folks I am going to be coming up with some new badges.....my first on will be an EBAY badge.....I've earned it I think.
For about one week my blog has been in Russian....yep, you read it right, in Russian. Not to you, readers and perusers, but to me. All of Blogger's templates, headings and such have been in cryptic, can't understand it even if you tried, not even the same alphabet, Russian. Because I have written over 400 posts on this blog, I didn't even have to change the language to know how to post a new entry. I just know the buttons so well. And I was thinking about how much this says about me.....yes, I am one of those if it's broken don't fix it just learn to work around it people...hmmm...not sure if that's a good thing or not. I've had lots of posting ideas lately but not much time so here's the gist of it:
Reading Twyla Tharp's The Creative Habit-wonderful. A must read for creative people, it's not self help, it is simply an eye opener.
Oldest son, I completely overreact to his temper tantrum causing me to think I am only getting coal in my stocking.....later that night, we laugh about it. He writes me a note on the back of a stray CandyLand card (with the picture of the CandyCane lady)..."I love my mom and dad because they are nice."
Four year old is unpotty training himself for no apparent reason, no new baby, no new life changes.....Christmas?
Monday-a doctor will finally sit down with me and let me cry and tell her things I would never have thought I would tell another human being then call my insurance company and beg them for my final blood tests...it's ironic that I will be joining millions of others in the new year going on a diet....although, if I don't stick to mine, it's not the scale that will scold me.
There's over 4 inches of snow on the ground, a fire in the fireplace.....Жизнь хороша
It's was supposed to be a nice warm day. Instead it was just like, well, December. It was just the three of us at the massive playground in the town up over the mountain. It's a beautiful drive to get there. Many a manor up top a rolling hill....we have red noses. Anna's hair is sticking up off her head like flower stalks pointing in every which way-the word "boing" comes to mind, the spiral curls.... It is nice to be the only ones at the park. It's easy to spot my two without the swarms of others. It's the soft plunk of piano keys of Satie's Gymnopedies instead of the normal theme of Romper Room. Calm, December, breathe.
Sorry if I've seemed a bit grumpy lately. Hey, everyone's allowed a little grump now and then. It's a beautiful day today. I'm not at work.
Yesterday though, at school, one of my students told me that her father is friends with the drummer from the Pixies and they are having dinner with him that night. The Pixies are in town for their 20th anniversary of their magnum opus album, Dolittle. I gush, like a school girl..."Really?" I say..."The Pixies?? I love the Pixies. I saw them in 89' for Dolittle when it first came out......" Wait a minute-did I just say that? Was that really 20 years ago? Indeed, it was, it was 20 years ago that Jennifer and I trumped our 17 year old black clad bodies out to DC to see the Pixies and with Love and Rockets as the opening (yep), opening act. We sang along with Frank, while the rest of our high school pals were still listening to Thriller.....they didn't know good music like WE did. Ahhh, the time before "alternative" was "alternative".