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No really! A friend of mine has a pair of twin toddler boys and one of them declared the other day that he was going to name his favorite snuggly crocodile comfort toy after me. Awwww! She says I have a fan. *Chuckles* That is so cool.

This is just like when my oldest son named his comfort blankie "Mommy." Awww kids are awesome! I love the short people!

Pagan Pride Day around these parts was a bundle of fun for Spoony. I popped by a henna booth and had my left hand done. It had to be my left because I planned on drumming later and I'm not too bad drumming one handed if its my right. *chuckles* As usual I just let the artist do her thing. I told her my mood and general thoughts but was pretty much happy to let her just paint me up. :-)

My long lost best friend returned from her self imposed exile. My best friend disappeared in June, which is ac… Continue

As of last night I officially have everything I need to embark on an artistic career path that is likely going to swallow the next four years of my life. Wow. I've preped, tested, bought all the supplies, got all my little duckies lined up in a row and its actually going to happen. This is really happening. I want to get right to work on it. I want to turn on my music and just fill page after page until late into the night. Today is my son's birthday and I have a lot of cleaning and decorating t… Continue

I hearby forbid anyone to look nicer than me in costume. Its not fair. I am make-up illiterate and I think my hair looks good if I don't have bed head. Everybody looks so purty in their costume photos and I am positively green with envy. If people are going to continue to look marvellous despite my ban then I must insist that an emergency make-over crew be sent to my domicile immediately. I spent my life contemplating the secrets of the universe and I somehow missed the day in school where they… Continue

I have to remind myself sometimes that the best way to change something you don't like about the world around you is not to simply bitch it into submission. Complaining really will not accomplish anything more than a barking dog accomplishes when it's managed to tree a squirrel. *Bark Bark Bark* (Translation: Get in my mouth!) So if I want something to change I have to change it. I have to start by putting out what I want to see.

A little less conversation and a little more action... Thanks Elv… Continue