Monthly Archives: October 2009

Happy Halloween!

Well heck, I could probably be anything if I had to.  Except that.  You know I won’t do that.  Just ask MeatLoaf, he won’t either. 

 

You Could Be a Vampire… If You Had To
Like most people, the thought of being a vampire has crossed your mind. But you’re not sure if you’d do it, even if you could.
Living forever doesn’t sound half bad, if you could live forever with the people you love the most.
But do vampires even love? And would the vampire version of you even be you?
It’s all too much to contemplate. Luckily, the chances of you ever becoming a vampire are astronomically low.

What you would like best about being a vampire: Living forever

What you would like least about being a vampire: Blood stained teeth

 
 
 
Don’t forget to set your clocks back tonight!  And in honor of the time change, here’s an extra little quiz for you.  :)
I can hear my husband laughing now – yeah, I’m midnight, at the earliest! 
 
You Are Midnight
You are more than a little eccentric, and you’re apt to keep very unusual habits.
Whether you’re a night owl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence – you like to experiment with your lifestyle.
Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.
You enjoy staying home, but that doesn’t mean you’re a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.
 
Categories: Holiday, Just for Fun, Quiz | Tags: , , | 8 Comments

Costumes

image

If I was wearing a costume for Halloween, and if I still had the body to get away with it, this is what I’d wear.  Can you guess what my interpretation of it is?  Can you?  Huh, huh, can you? 

A Right Winger!!  :D

Knew that’d get you!

I must have been 14 the last time I dressed up for Halloween.  A girlfriend and I had stumbled into a bridal shop that was going out of business and the guy was practically giving away dresses.  We put them on layaway, one for each of us, a mauve satiny thing for me, and a red ruffly thing for her.  But then she couldn’t come up with her share of the money and I ended up with both dresses.  I wore the red one for Halloween, to a party I’d been invited to, and decided I was Scarlett O’Hara.  I know Scarlett wasn’t a blue-eyed blonde, but hey, you work with what you got.  :)

After that, the dresses hung in my closet for years.  And I mean years, until they eventually found their way to a goodwill box.  Ah memories. 

The kids are still deciding on who’s going to be red Spidey, and who’s going to be black Spidey for Halloween.  The MiniNess can now fit into the KnytLite’s old Patriots uniform so she might decide to be Tom Brady, but we probably won’t know until Saturday.   Aside from taking the kids trick-or-treating, and changing the colors on my blog, I have no plans. 

How about you?

And have a Happy Halloween!

* art is linked to THE ART OF JAMES WOLF STREHLE

Categories: Family Life, Memories | Tags: , | 15 Comments

Happy Halloween tomorrow!

funny pictures of cats with captions
more animals

Categories: Funny, Holiday | Tags: | 1 Comment

Thursday Thankfulness

It’s Thursday – and I’m Captain Obvious!  :roll:

I’ve been thinking about this for a little while now, I guess with Thanksgiving coming up and all.  I’ve been thinking about thankfulness, and somehow implementing that here on my blog, you know, like Tuesday Tootsies.  Only, I want to do it a bit less … I don’t quite know how to put it.  Less violins, I guess.  Obviously there are things I’m grateful for, big important things like my husband, my children, and my salvation.  I’m talking about taking a few minutes each week to find things I’m grateful for that might be a bit off the beaten path. 

Today I am grateful for coffee.  image

I didn’t start drinking the stuff until I was about 18, and friends used to crack, “Make sure to add some coffee with that sugar and cream!”  I still can’t drink it black, but now I use fake sugar instead of the real stuff, and I still use cream too.  I’ve gone through decaf phases too, where I tried to stay clean off the caffeine.  Nowadays, I have coffee every day.  Must have coffee.  Not necessarily always full strength – at least in the afternoon. 

I think of coffee as being a social lubricant.  Let’s meet for coffee.  Let’s get together for some coffee and cake.  We’re going to a coffee clatch.  Klutch?  Whatever.  Coffee spins my wheels and gets my gears going.  Without it, I get headaches and can’t think clearly.  Clearly I’m addicted, and frankly, I’m good with that.  As far as addictions go, there are a lot worse things to be addicted to than coffee.  ;) 

Not much beats getting up to a pot already brewed, which is why coffee pots that have an automatic brew cycle are a must-have for me.  I hate waiting those 10 minutes for it to be done.  Of course, waking up to a loving mate who’s run to McDonald’s and brought back breakfast with coffee is a wonderful treat too. 

So, to kick off Thursday Thankfulness, won’t you join me in a cup of the brew, a cup of joe, a cup of java, a big ol’ cup of coffee and celebrate the day?  :D

Also, image

Did you know it’s National Kitteh Day?  I didn’t either!  Go have some feline fun.  :)  And by that, I don’t mean pick on a cat.  Don’t be like my husband, who likes to say, “I love cats … I think they’re delicious!”  Be nice to kitteh today! 

 

Categories: Thankfulness | Tags: , | 9 Comments

A Medium-Sized Promise

So, the other day, Marta posed the question, “Would you visit a medium?

That brought to mind the times I actually did visit them.

Back in the day when I was young, beautiful, full of mouthy ‘tude and not as grounded in my faith, a friend of mine told me about a psychic conference that would take place at a mall out of town.  She really wanted to go and didn’t want to go alone, so I was the candidate she chose to go with her.  When we got there, there were a few dozen folks scattered throughout the center portion of the mall, seated at tables.  I can’t recall if we had to get tickets at a booth or whatever but there was a fee.  For some reason, I fixated on the guy who looked like a fat version of Anton LaVey.  I swear, the guy weighed 400 lbs.  Perhaps it was the perceived challenge of the former Christian school girl taking on the devil.  :roll:  Hey, I said mouthy ‘tude!  I sat down and he asked me what I wanted in life and I told him I wanted to be a writer.  He said, “Well let’s face it, you’re not going to write The Great American Novel.”  I told him anything was possible.  He scoffed.  Then I asked him why he had a star of Satan tattooed on his arm.  He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and hemmed and hawed and then claimed that it was not the star of Satan, but the Star of David.  I laughed in his face and said, “I know what the Star of David looks like, and I know what a pentagram looks like, and THAT is a pentagram.”  He continued arguing with me that the Star of David had 5 points, that the 6 pointed one I knew of was false and oh look, I’m sorry, your time is up.  I called him an idiot and stood up.  My friend then took her turn and afterwards told me that the guy said to her, “Well no wonder I couldn’t get a reading on your friend, since your vibes are so strong,” and he proceeded to tell her everything she wanted to hear.  Think I got a refund?  *snort*

Maybe a year later, the neighbor of another friend of mine was having a psychic do readings at her home and this friend asked me to go with her, so I did.  The woman was doing readings privately in a back bedroom and there were several ladies there waiting for turns.  When my turn came, I was struck by her praying to Jesus, then laying out Tarot cards.  I didn’t know a lot, but I did know that God prohibited the Israelites from associating with mediums and spiritists in any form, and that asking God’s blessing on something He’d expressly forbidden was either ignorant or hypocritical, but I kept my mouth shut.  Perhaps she just didn’t know.  After the cards, she asked to hold a personal item so I gave her a ring I always wore.  As soon as she took it she jumped out of her chair and started yelling at me, “Get away from him!  Get away!  You have to break up with him now or he’ll kill you!  Promise me you’ll break up with this boy!  He’ll kill you!”  Well.  Now there’s a nerve shaker.  I hadn’t told her I was dating anyone.  And the thing was, the guy I was dating at the time had a little problem.  No one could see the bruises because he never left them where anyone could see.  And I’d never said a word to anyone about the times I’d woken up with the scary end of a .22 pistol in my face and him laughing.  I told the lady I’d break up with him, but saying and doing are 2 different things, and breaking up with a violent guy is a whole different ball of wax than a normal kind of break-up.  Eventually I managed, maybe a year later, to get him to break up with me, and obviously he didn’t kill me.  As far as I know he never killed anyone.  I didn’t break up with him because she told me to, but because he was a class A jerk and I knew I’d kill him if I didn’t get away.  Frankly, he wasn’t worth going to prison over. 

Much later it finally dawned on me that if the lady praying before using Tarot cards was either ignorant or a hypocrite, what did that make me by being there?  Supposedly I knew better.  Now, I know that Christians aren’t under the Law any longer, as the Law was given to the Hebrews.  I also know that if the Lord wasn’t okay with His Chosen Ones visiting mediums under the Law, then He’s probably still not okay with it for the Christians either, even though we aren’t under the Law.  The Dispensation of Grace may be in effect now and changed the rules a bit, but He isn’t changed.  And because I seek to please Him, I can’t in good conscience engage in such things.  I’m not saying I’m always successful in pleasing Him, because I very often FAIL, but in that regard I believe I’ve been faithful. 

So, dear Marta asks, would I visit a medium?  No, thanks but I can’t.  It’s a personal thing between Him and me.  I promised Him I wouldn’t.  :)

Categories: Memories | Tags: , , | 15 Comments

Tuesday Tootsies

I actually got the idea for today’s Tootsies from my daughter, from a remark she made while playing, snuggled up next to me on the bed.  :)  I was trying to think of what kind of shoes I could blog about, going through all those I’d already done, when she mentioned the forest.  Aha!  Wooden shoes!  They’re not exclusive to the Dutch – lots of cultures used wood to make shoes.  That’s what they had.  Today, we still use wood to make some of our shoes.  :)

image

Traditional Dutch wooden clogs, I believe they’re called Klompen.  Painted with tulips. 

image

A more side view of the Klompen.

image

Traditional Japanese Geta.

image

Wooden shoes of Mata Sundri ji (wife of Guru Gobind Singh Ji) at village Chak Fateh Singh wala near Bhucho (Bathinda)

image

Dr. Scholl’s.  Look familiar?  These were supposed to be comfortable.  They weren’t.

image

These are more like what we wore in high school

image

I owned a pair almost exactly like these!  Oh my goodness, now that’s Takin’ Me Back!  LOL 

as always, click the pics for links

Categories: Shoes | Tags: | 10 Comments

Monday Mayhem

It was a decidedly uneventful and unexciting weekend, no mayhem at all, which is just the way I like ‘em.  Usually, exciting events don’t turn out well for us. 

I worked a little on a poem about my brother, because it would have been his birthday this weekend.  It’s been a long time since he died but I think about him quite a bit, especially during this month, not just because it was his birthday month but also because it’s the month I got the news about his death.  For a long time, the whole month would be bad somehow, but those days are gone.  For me, it’s less about the dead resting in peace and more about those left behind living in peace.  Wounds heal.  You are never whole again, but wounds heal, and you have a new normal, and you adjust.  Life goes on, and my smart ass brother would be the first to say that.  :)  But I still miss him on his birthday. 

I had a nightmare.  That was more excitement than I wanted!  It’s breast cancer awareness month.  There was a hoax a couple of years ago about breasts and lotus seed pods.  You can do the Google search if you want.  Lucky me, my brain put 2 and 2 together.  :roll:  I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination. 

My son is finally taking showers on his own.  And now he sings in the shower.  :D  Tonight we were serenaded with that song from Phineas and Ferb I told you about a few days ago, the Evil Love song.  He likes to mimic the evil inventor.  Boy, he can sure belt ‘em out!  LOL

I did well – so far! – on my football picks this weekend.  Woo!  I’m only down 2 games of the 12 played so far.  One more left tonight.  If only I’d gone with my gut and picked the Cardinals, but no, I figured the Giants would want vengeance for getting stomped on last week.  Still, I’d rather the Cardinals beat the Giants.  I hate the Giants.  The teams I love the most are the Patriots, and whoever’s playing the Giants, Jets, Dolphins, Bills, Chargers, and Brett Favre. 

The other day, the mini-Ness went into the kitchen to grab something to eat.  A few moments later we heard, “The hot dog peed on me!”  Yeah, that’ll cause a double-take!  It was just the stuff from the package dripping on her, but boy she sure does put a spin on things! 

And how was your weekend?

Categories: Family Life | Tags: | 5 Comments

Blog at WordPress.com. The Adventure Journal Theme.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,943 other followers

%d bloggers like this: