Howdy, Bloggers, Friends, and Lurkers alike. I'm sharing some pictures with you of some birthday presents I received recently from 24Crayons that I absolutely adore. Now, these pictures are short some beautiful alpaca and silk yarn, but that picture came out like crap. It would have looked like some sort of strange animal droppings. =/
The first was made by hand for me and the picture doesn't do it justice. It's super cool and even my husband admired it. (my husband does not love sock monkeys normally) :o) It's a stone (cement) with glass pushed into it shaped like a sock monkey -- complete with two eyes!
As most of you know, I LOVE the show, Dexter. A show about a mild-mannered sociopath who only kills other killers ... only worse killers than him. Killers who kill kids, women, and like, for no good reason at all. Bad killers. Anyhow .... there were a few episodes of "Dexter," which centered around a killer who left bloodless body parts all wrapped up neatly for the cops to find. Oh joy, bloodless body parts! (This is Dexter's reaction, not mine.)
This same killer left a Barbie head taped to Dexter's fridge and neatly wrapped Barbie parts in
the freezer. Dexter loved the "gifts" and ended up making a key chain of the head. Oh yeah, bask at my OWN Barbie head key chain and neatly wrapped Barbie parts because let's be honest, if your birthday is on Halloween like mine is, the only good Barbie is a dismembered Barbie. =D (I expect only a "hmmmm" from LL)
And that's all from this end. I'm a bit under the weather and have had a busy week, so am a bit late, but better late than never, right? Anyone want to share the strangest present they've ever received? This is definitely mine! (which is probably why I love them) Thanks again, Amy!
heart of hearts desire. When I was younger, I always used that saying. My heart of hearts. My soul's conviction. My secret wish. Oooo, what could it be?
When I was a poor kid in upstate NY with my clunk clunk click clunk manual ribbon typewriter, I suppose I just wanted to entertain people. Then in middle school, I still wrote, but lost my way. In high school, I began writing full force again, but mainly sappy poems and love songs. I was "emo" before "emo" was cool, I guess, and needed an outlet besides sex and drugs.
Now as an adult, I have a myriad of hobbies and interests, but what's my coeur de coeurs, my heart of hearts? All I really know is when I get lost in something, I tend to love it. This is why books mean so much to me, but if I was meant to be a writer wouldn't I actually want to do the work to get myself an agent? Since I have finished novels, why not have an agent query them? Good questions, but ...
Throw a cyber-rock in cyberspace and somehow, inexplicably you'll hit about one thousand writers. Just with one cyber-rock ... yeah, just one.
So I'm jaded, so sue me, but today's question really is ... what is your coeur d' coeurs desire? Your real passion? Your secret wish? If you weren't an accountant, you'd be a/an [insert what makes your heart beat faster here] ... No matter HOW silly or fanciful it is, spill it!
Spent my Saturday at the mall with my daughter, my son, and my son's girlfriend. Actually my son and his girlfriend walked around by themselves, so they missed most of the fun. And by fun I mean watching my teen daughter pick up a shirt, stare at it for 5 minutes from different angles, put it down, pick it back up, stare some more ... repeat. After 15 minutes I would say the standard, "Either you want it or you don't, but by now you should know."
I don't remember ever shopping this way. I remember friends who lallygagged around stores hemming and hawing, but I knew what I wanted and bought it. Quick to purchase, short on perusing. My daughter IS Lallygagger Lucy. Even something as simple as a belt deserves the 15-minute torture test.
It made me feel sorry for the few men I saw around me staring straight ahead with blank-eyed, glassy stares as their partners shopped, paused, and asked their advice. What heterosexual male ever gave good clothing advice? Oh well, I helped boost the economy a bit and spent some quality time with my daughter to boot.
So, how did you spend your weekend? Happy Monday, All!
(Also ... Update: Bill 1738: Protect Our Children Act passed on 9/25/08 in the Senate. Thanks to all who wrote their senators and got involved. Results are good!)
