dang it, they're multiplying.

& growing additional appendages. what's next? clothes. hmm. . . I admit
nothing.



Here's my mixed fiber dress bodice. I need to hook up with my model (she's like 3) & figure out
whether or not the straps are long enough or if it's a good size around the waist for the age. Once I do that I'll repeat it in the same size & down a size. Then I have this cute lavender colored fabric to sew on the bottom for the skirt.

raverlry.com & little alien dudes.

having found ravelry.com a knitting community (with links to patterns & WIPs of many & & &) & having fell in love with it--a must see kind of place. these are the first two finished projects that I began & finished. I omitted smiles & made 2, so they don't get lonely. I might just have to make more. because they work up quickly. Charlie cut out the eyes & glued them on while I sewed on the feet.

Zack's (my nephew) sweater

This one I am really proud of. Not that it's especially well done. It's just the first knitting project I've finished in months. It's been sitting waiting for the sewing up. It's done, it's mailed. It is no longer hanging over my head screaming imprecations. Instead it is warm fuzzy bunny feeling. Yeah me.

global orgasm for peace

http://www.globalorgasm.org/

I'm just saying.

Science, iffy. As in, I saw none quoted after perusing the site.

But, who cares? Points for overall joy-joy feel goodedness. I'm thinking that maybe if more people had satisfying sex the world would be a happier place. So go out there--er, stay in there for peace. or at least have a laugh because somebody somewhere thought this was a good idea. Random event generator people, today, you're my heroes.

funny

Natalie & Charlie both recognized the sounds of Chewy without seeing the title.

Either I'm a Gemini or I'm bipolar.

Regardless, I am such a dichotomy in action. In just about everything I do & say. Take 2 of my favorite Xmas songs.

exhibit A the anti-carol "Father Christmas" by the Kinks covered by OK Go--I love YouTube! I hadn't heard this in forever. I need to play this for Nat but she's in bed right now.


exhibit B the overly commercialized carol "Santa Baby" by Earth Kitt my innerfeminazi cringes at how much I love this song.

It's midnight & I'm hungry.

But that's not why I'm blogging. I'm blogging because I just finished listening to lovelines (going to have to stop doing that) & a song came on & it has been getting stuck in my head. It's the first time I really thought a song was noise. Pure crap. Repetitive puerile & annoying. I think I've gotten old. I sort of want to cry or at least crank up my Violent Femmes & other loud rowdy stuff. I got a headache from it that went away within a minute or two of it going off the radio. The best part was they went to the Femmes & I was so relieved to hear Blister in the Sun because it was real music. Tell me the truth I'm getting old. Don't lie to me. I have to know. Here's the song that I hate:

Sex ed as it should be. . .

. . . catchy tunes. dancing condom costumes made out of posterboard.

advisory this is at least high school level there is one brief cartoon drawing that might be considered offensive.

No, wait, I am in love again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This one is hot. He is sleek. He cleans floors. I have lusted for him for years ever since I became aware of him. He has a delicious techyum kind of vibe. Meet Anubis--our new iRobot Roomba.





Think I'll buy Scoomba next time himself goes to sea.


Check out my boys they did a skit called Farting Dog (because fart humor is the best when you are a 9 year old boy) at the last Cub Scout pack meeting. Sorry about the dark pictures. Enjoy!

sometime you just have to poke fun. . .

. . . at the nasty homophobic types.

I am in love!

the only thing cuter than this guy is his kitty.

fragmented

I'm a little fractured right now. A certain adult female in my life who shall remain nameless chose to call & be rather antisocial to me while drinking with another adult female. I think I've moved beyond caring about what they said--even though it was worth 5 years of therapy. But the fact that I had trouble being mean back is bugging me & the fact that I know I will forgive at least the one for being mean drunk party girl & purposely selecting me to be their verbal punching bag--not because they deserve it but because I can't hold the rage & I need to forgive them for me & my beliefs. I'm planning on writing them a letter detailing why what they said was wrong, cruel & they should have never done it drunk or not. & I am so not talking to them for a few months. But if they weren't family (whether by choice or blood, I shan't say), I could walk away & forget them. But the reason they could be so effective in hatefulness was how well they know me. A person outside of my life & not an integral part of my life couldn't have even known the boundaries were there to step over them. Using my sexuality, my past & my beliefs against me for malicious drunken amusement. Some of which I had not chosen to discuss with them in any detail--even if they could tell.

I am not ashamed of my choices & will discuss things quite honestly & openly in an appropriate forum. I am comfortable with my alt religion & my mildly kinky side (just a few sprinkles of flavor, not enough to interest anybody other than my spouse) & the things I've experience over my lifetime. I am just angry that they chose to target me because my philosophy made it easy to be mean to me. I am going through a phase where I am trying to shift from passive-aggressive to assertive & not having to go all the way into being aggressive verbally when I'm angry. I want my conflict resolution to be non-violent communication in form but that doesn't mean I am a human punching bag or rug to be walked upon. A sex positive philosophy & religious tolerance & having made peace with an abusive past are not topics for humor, drunk or not. They are a reason for pride & joy & I will not let them take it from me. I will not allow them to push me back into the place where the only answer for rudeness is rudeness. I don't want to be like that. & I won't. I'm also angry that less than a day later I am already trying to see their side & move on. But I don't think they deserve it.

I wish himself was not at sea--I don't think it would have upset me so bad if he had been here. But I am blessed with caring, supportive friends who are helping me deal.

Sometimes it really is the other person. This seems to be the theme of the season. Usually, I think conflicts are caused through miscommunication &/or lack of knowledge & understanding. But I don't think so this time. They knew what they were doing. & they knew better--because you should never say the things they said. Therapists spend years saying the opposite to abuse victims & they knew that. Even if they thought I could take it & not be devastated by it--they still shouldn't have said it. What they said isn't bugging me as much as why they said it & the fact that they targeted me & who they are.

Drunk is not an excuse.

It is not okay.

OK Go--no really OK Go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meet OK Go. the band. dancing in the backyard. who I adore. I've such grace, I've such beauty. fishnets & malice. A Million Ways to be Cruel.

why my I can't keep my kids on a schedule

I seem to think that classic cinema is enlightening. why I don't know especially when I'm talking about the following movie. It is now 23:07 & there is another 43 minutes to go. what are we watching you say? let me give you a hint:



that's right it's drumroll, please.

flash gordon.

it offers so much opportunity for dialogue. if you're ever in that circumstance, do this or that so you're not the girlygirl squealing & not defending your friend be the girlygirl who colorcoordiates your weapons & armor. lol. they can learn so much from it. the sad thing is. I actually mean that. I grew up on scifi/fan & I don't think it hurt me. I grew up thinking if the hero comes to save the heroine locked in the tower, the least she can do is throw the chamberpot at the guard & try to take apart the whole tower in search of MacGuyveresque weapons. Like when Princess Leia strangles Jabba the Hut with her slave chain.

in response to kira's kitties

I love J-Pop. dress like an anime character. & sometimes sing a song where you randomly shout things from another language--English.

example A: Kotani Kinya Spicy Marmalade (I swear it sounds like he yells how'd you get so marmalade at one point.)



then there is

example B: smile.dk butterfly imagine if you will, (those of you who know our Donovan) Nat Row, Donovan & I dancing around the living room mimicking the chicks. this is not beautiful music, it is repetitive & it gets stuck in your head. I love the animation from a sheer joy-joy perspective. But if you have ever danced around the room with children to it having, watched it about 50 times, it suddenly becomes glorious. I heart (make appropriate hand gestures at this point as evidenced by the cornrowed non-samurai-ist chickie babes) me some samurai.

& things from long ago to love

Redheads, yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In all their technicolor glory.

Other loves

not to be ist. let's share our love for the not Indian