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Archive for February, 2010

Today was:

Goodwill (SCORE!  sweater, four shirts, one skirt – less than $20, and it was also for a good cause!).

K-Fart (sorry, -Mart), with too many kids whose parents couldn’t control ’em.

Dollar Store, because those places rock and I can get cheap Nag Champa incense.

We did lunch at one of those chain “fast food” Asian food places (which was actually very good, and very cheap).

Kids are fine.    Ish.     Well, as fine as can be expected given the circumstances.

US time!   Yay us!

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I have just bought the final three Pibgorn books for J – HOORAY!!!!!!!

It’s been so long since we’ve been able to afford anything vaguely frivolous, but thanks to the IRS (and yes, I really DID frame that confounded apology letter – no less than FIVE apologies were contained within that five-paragraph missive), we now have a bit of a cushion and everything is back in order.

“Relief” doesn’t quite touch on it.

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Slippin’ her a Mickey

I have a stoned puppy.

Puppy has epilepsy.     Puppy needs to take barbiturates.    Puppy currently wandering around with this “Moooooooooooom…dya gonna go get me some Funyuns?    Mebbe some Pringles and some Mountain Dooooooooooo?” thing going on.      She’s taken to sitting outside on the porch, looking up at the sky, like “woooooooooow….the sky’s so perdy…all greeen….and pink….and wowwww…there’s a magic dragon…….”.      For hours.

She’s been on the meds for about a week now,    so it’ll be another couple of weeks before the side effects start to taper off.       I do hope it’s a bit sooner because much as she’s giving us major comic relief at the moment, she’s just not…well…herself.

I wants mah puppeh back!

(This is a pic of Angel when she was a widdle, widdle puppeh)

See?   She’s always kind of had a bit of a “HIIIIII  Iz a bit stooooned!”  look on her face!

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Horror Movie Haiku (!)

J-Horror scares me

Disarticulated joints

And that long black hair….

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Look.

I DO  NOT look like Nicole Richie.  No matter what.   Under no circumstances.

Just because I have a photog friend who likes to use me as a guinea pig does not mean that I look like Nicole Richie.

Meh!

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(old grief journal entry)

So much for the funny, intelligent post.

I’m just feeling so bloody sad.   Not depressed, per se.

Just awfully sad.

Om mani padme hum.    And yes, this too shall pass.

But when?   I don’t think I have any tears left.

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Widda Haiku

(old grief journal post)

Scattered in the wind

And yet you are beside me

I will not forget.

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Childhoodishness

Something else from my childhood….

You might be familiar with the song, “Go tell it on the mountain”, that old favourite hymn?

Well, I was a strange little kid (no, really).   Until I was about 10, I thought the song was about an antelope-type creature (which would “creech” across the land obviously, “creeching” being what “creatures” did…right?   creatures must creech…right?!?!?!  ) called a Tellet.    I thought the song was a bit strange, because it was sort of telling the Tellet to run away from Jesus.

“Go, Tellet-on-the-mountain, Go!”

Or maybe it was to tell the other Tellets that Jesus was coming?   I never did figure out that part.

What does a Tellet look like anyway?    Hrm.

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Ladies and Gentlemen…

…allow me to present….my ovary!

My ex-husband just emailed this pic to me.    I’m not sure how to feel about that but in the spirit of sharing…here we go!

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My pla-centenary

So there I was, having found a weird bottle of hair doo-dad in the cupboard in the bathroom.  It’d obviously been there awhile, being covered in dust and old spider housing units.

I used it, of course, and it did make my hair fabulously curly and really shiny.    And it contained placenta!    I’m pretty ok with this, I really am.    Because I figured  “Ah, must be sheep placenta or summat”.
No.  No, it wasn’t.  I know this because I read the label, afterwards.

“Contains no animal products”.

?!?!?!?!?!?!

Um…..do I have some sort of black-market hair product lying in the midst of my dusty cupboard?!?!

Is this legal?  Will I be arrested?  What would the charge be?!?!  “Unlawful use of baby by-products”?

Ye gods.

I think I’m still traumatised.

(Despite coming from a country where people do occasionally eat the placenta of their newborns;  I’ve been Americanized for the past 12 years, remember…)

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