Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Crowning Glory.

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I keep a good supply of crowns in my drawers, my purse, my glove compartment and my emergency overnight bag that I keep near the bunker.

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I just learned early in life that a crown automatically takes everything up a notch. It makes you larger and more in charger. It is my weapon of choice.

The diamonds can blind someone if you need a momentary distraction to make your get away, they can also cut through glass if someone rolls up the windows in the back seat of the car and puts the child locks AND the points can be sharp enough to be useful when you need to make pointy dents on someone's face.

I think beauty pageants have had it wrong for years. Instead of all that bathing suit, evening gown, irrelevant talent crap which leads to people dismissing it as mindless ... they should let the girls design their own crown and then put them in a ring and the last one standing gets to hug the judges and talk about world peace.

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I know this will lead to people trying to ban crowns world wide on account of they are weapons and can kill people but I would like to point out the humanitarian need to allow them, especially for rural people, who use crowns to kill possums so they can eat.

If we were more open about crown usage, people might be kinder to the royal family ... I doubt it ... but I am not above using any excuse to further my habit.

It is what a junky does.


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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

STOP the Madness!!!!

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Is it wrong to whine about the old days as in "I miss the old days when notices used to be about fashion or something important and not an endless stream of links to other people's blogs blogging the exact same thing I just blogged, over and over and over and over???"
 

Seriously I hate it.

 
I never click on any of them.

 
In fact I have deleted some of blogs from those I list on my own blog site.

 
The internet is full of tools that help keep me notified about the blogs I choose to follow.  That is what I like most . . . I get to choose the ones I like . . . they are not forced on me.


I sort of feel like SL has taken that away and said, " here ... you must have 83 helpings of the same thing," and so I get an endless supply of "Oh hai my new blog post is up."


These notices go out to people in a group.  People who have already given up one of their precious slots for that group, meaning they are already a pretty committed customer.  This is not advertising.  You are preaching to the choir . . . in a really annoying way.  In fact, when you flood us with all of that we are likely to miss the relevant messages the designer sends out that we DO care about.


We already have feeds.  Then we have the tools I mentioned before, meaning we can subscribe to a blog or have email notifications.  Then we have other social media that lets us know blogs have been posted.  Now we  have groups in Facebook, dozens and dozens of them, where the same blog entry gets posted over and over and over again.  Oh, and lets not forget that we all see the flickr pics from those posting, complete with links, every time we go to put up our photos.


Do we really need another notification of blog posts???

  
Do you have any idea how hard it is to be a blogger in here in the first place without putting on a clown suit and annoying the hell out of everyone at the party????  I don't even like myself much anymore.


It's Blogarrhea and it makes my tummy hurt.


And  yes, I know, you can turn them off.  And then wade through hundreds of notices to make sure you have not missed the one or two important contacts from the designer, OR worse yet, miss out on the items sent because only so many notices are stored and that number seems to be exceeded almost daily.

Joy is Not Just a Girl I Knew in High School.

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I think it is important to do everything you can to have a happy and full life so I listen very carefully to the experts. The experts suggest that the way to happiness is to remember to put some "play" back into your life.

You should keep your inner child in you alive.

We all deserve more joy.

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Who doesn't want more joy?

So I decided that I should be more playful, more childlike .. . that I should put their advice into immediate practice.

So many childhood games. What to choose?  

I went with Hide 'n Seek. I rock at it.

I hid my hubby's mother.

It took him hours to find her.

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By the time he did,  hours had flown by and it was time to take her home.  While he searched I had a completely relaxing bath and did my nails. I felt so happy.  There was this big reunion, hubby and mom hugged, there were tears ...


Best visit ever.


Next time an adapted version of "Pin the Tail on the Donkey." 


I am already shopping for bandaids.


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Monday, July 29, 2013

The Snake In The Grass.

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My daughter and her hubby were over here on a holiday and I promised them that they would probably not even see any snakes.

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I think God punishes people who lie.

 I think he has a team responsible for comedy, that stay locked in a cloud until they come up with some really good ways of getting people back for the lies they tell.

My son in law was most anxious about the snakes. He did not want to be around poisonous snakes (go figure) and I cajoled him and poked fun at him and assured him we did not have any poisonous snakes in our yard and he would be fine.

Of course they immediately saw a snake, even though it is winter and too cold for snakes to normally be about ... there was one ... one snake who could not sleep and decided to hang out ... in our yard ... right in the spot we had designated as a "safe area for the two of you to go outside and smoke." THAT is the exact spot the snake decided to hang out in.

Oh and it was not a harmless tree snake or one of the occasional whip snakes that pass through.  Nope it was a red bellied black snake - one of the most dangerous snakes here. And it actually tried to attack them before it took off through the grass and then stood up and looked back at them and stuck out it's tongue. I always thought of sticking out the tongue as such a harmless little thing but for some reason when a snake does it, it is really creepy .... I looked like some kind of sick cruel mother in law.

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When I told my mother in law she laughed and said "what a great adventure" for them and "weren't they lucky" to have such a great story to tell when they got home. I don't remember thinking any of those things when they were both crying into their pillows for 3 days and would not come out from under the bed.


I imagine the heavenly comedy team all got a raise.


I just hope my son in law will speak to me again some day ....

 
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Sunday, July 28, 2013

Our Inner Broken Doll.

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I was kinda mesmerized with this skin when I was taking the tour bus through my inventory yesterday.

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I was just thinking how interesting it is that in SL we can all look any way we want. Many of us choose impossibly beautiful shapes and skins ... perfect ... without flaw. It is easy to look across the sea of beauty and see perfection. Out brokenness and scars are worn on the inside, safely tucked away behind prim breasts, jewelled lashes and perfectly painted faces.

Maybe it would be interesting if we existed more like this broken doll skin, with visible scars. Maybe people would be nicer to one another. Wouldn't it be incredible if we all embraced our imperfections and the imperfections in others and celebrated our inner "broken doll?"

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Of course my brother embraced the broken doll theory years ago and I have all the maimed and headless Barbies to testify to it.

They are in a shoe box under the bed.

Maybe we should just go with the smoke and mirror for the moment. I am not sure the world is ready for that kind of revolution and I would hate to think of all of those people in a shoebox under a bed somewhere.

I am kinda claustrophobic.


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Friday, July 26, 2013

On Being Organized.

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I do admit I am probably borderline OCD. I mean the CD's are alphabetized, I like my spices in the same type of jars, labelled and alphabetized and everything organized to the max.

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Hubby leaves his desk, the pantry, paperwork ... in some kind of bizarre order that makes sense to him but none to anyone else. I like to point out that people can go to my set-up and find what they are looking for. His system makes people cry and eventually they have to ask him to come and find it and then of course he yells that I moved it.

It is a perfect example of how ridiculous men's logic is because he knows darn well I do not lose things.

I can find anything that I have put away because I know where it is. Anything I cannot find - HE put away.

I keep things in one place.

My clothes are type and then colour organized in my closet.

Growing up all my Barbies were together and all their gear was with them.

 I am Ms. Organized.

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The only thing I clearly failed at keeping organized and in one place was my children. I tried to alphabetize them, and keep them neatly in a row but they insisted on climbing out of the display cabinet, getting all messy, and wandering all over the earth.

I just hope God understands and that I get extra points for my extremely large SL inventory which is organized to perfection. Maybe I can distract him with how easily I can find anything in there when he asks what happened with my kids.


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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Paint Fumes.

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I helped hubby paint the floor in the new garage/shed/man cave.

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It was some heavy duty brilliant paint that had all kinds of warnings all over it about doors and fumes and stuff. It makes you really high. Which is not a bad thing when you have to paint the whole floor .... you start of complaining and by the time you are done you don't care ...

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. . . probably because you are really distracted talking to the sparkle unicorn who is talking to you about pizza and marbles.

There is a reason my parents urged me to say no to drugs.

They don't like me hanging with unicorns.


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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Purses and Sow's Ears.

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One thing about being raised by your grandparents is that a great deal of your conversation centres on The Bible.

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If you do anything, there is a bible verse to cover it and saying it, precludes the need for any further explanation. As a child you learn to just shut-up, listen, look like you get it, and then leave the the crime scene and try to figure out what the hell they were talking about.

And never ever argue with them, or their logic, because you are actually arguing with God and trust me, no matter how effective you are at being cute and getting your way with mere mortals ... God does not impress quite as easily.

Although now that I am older I would like to say I can't find "you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear" anywhere in the bible AND even if I could ... I am pretty sure someone on Pinterest would know exactly how to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear AND probably a bunch of other stuff too.

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There would be a whole Sow's Ear Decoupage thing ... and people would be rocking the look. Trust me. This is the power of the internet.

Besides it was my brother's ear and I was trying to pin it to the fencepost, NOT make a purse out of it.

Just saying ...


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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Licking My Own Back.

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One of my life aspirations as a kid was to be able to lick my own back. I would have settled for someone else licking my back but it would not have the same impact.

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My brother would always take the cookie he wanted and then lick the others so that no-one else would eat them. He was not big on sharing. He did that with everything he wanted to eat.

It worked.

We not only didn't want to eat what he licked, we didn't want to even touch it.

Saliva evidently has super powers that I am at a loss to explain why science has not yet tapped into. Like maybe we could have someone lick a country and people would not even want to go there anymore - it could be a simple problem to illegal immigrants for example.

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I just know I wanted to lick my back so my brother would stop punching me.

I really tried for a peaceful solution.

Then I grew up and realized I was not double jointed and I was never going to be able to lick my back and be safe ....

. . . so I just learned how to punch harder.

That works too.

But not with cookies.

Don't punch your cookies.


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Monday, July 22, 2013

The Trouble with JumpSuits.

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Yes,there are several problems with Jumpsuits. Let's discuss.

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First of all, they are not for jumping.

Well put it this way, they don't ENHANCE your ability to jump. I mean if you could jump prior to putting one on, you can probably jump with one on providing it is made of some kind of stretchy material and is not too tight and you are not wearing killer heels. But if you were, say an elephant - physically incapable of jumping as elephants are - you are still not going to be able to jump ... not even with peanuts to entice you. I will have to get back to you on the effectiveness of perhaps a taser ... I just have to find a willing elephant, an appropriate jumpsuit, and someone to lend me their taser.

But the other major problem is that you either have to diaper up, or be prepared to NOT have to use the bathroom when wearing a jumpsuit. Well technically you CAN but not with your usual casual ease.  You have to get completely undressed, which often means taking off your shoes, taking off the pantsuit and sitting butt naked in a public washroom and praying that the lock on the door actually holds when the rest of the people stampede for a cubicle because the band finally took a break.

While you are sitting there you also have to pray there is no fire or other emergency that will require you to have to flush and run. And we won't even get into zippers all the way down the back that you have to do up by yourself without hopping on one foot, banging into all the walls, and possibly even falling over into the toilet.

You can scream when you hit the water, but I promise you no-one is going to offer to help.

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And what if there is no bathroom anywhere and your date says, "look there is some tall grass, I will pull over and you can go there??"

And what if you drop something down the front of your jumpsuit or you are in the jungle and fall asleep and a snake has managed to head up your pant leg?

These are things I lie awake worrying about.

I mean when you are an innocent naive child and someone puts you in one of those with feet in them you can probably smile your way out of it ... who doesn't love a naked baby, even if they cannot jump ... but when you are middleaged and thrashing around in a public washroom unable to get it off in time and you have an accident, you tell me what good it is to tie your shirt around your waist when the shirt is attached to the pants and you are butt naked?

Again, I can't tell you how I know these things except to say I am gifted and forming public service warnings, not that any of this ever ever happened to me. I can't help it if facebook identified those pics as Bliss Windlow. Facebook has been hating on me ever since I had the nerve to try and add more than 3 friends without paying to promote my page.


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Sunday, July 21, 2013

Geese I Have Known and Ran From.



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Geese are better than dogs for guarding things.

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Geese think they are in charge of everything so if you happen to step in their puddle, even by complete accident, they will chase you ... and remember domesticated geese can fly enough to make up for their short legs and your foolish bravado that you can outrun them.  When they catch you they will bite you and draw blood ... not because they have sharp penetrating teeth but because they can squeeze and pinch your skin so tight with their beaks/bills/orange thingy on their face that they can pancake your skin until it bursts (think popping bubble wrap only substitute the gentle padded fingers for a large white angry thing with feathers).

And then they stomp all over you and leave webbed footprints on your face.


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The only thing that ever helps you recover from the physical and emotional scars of experiencing that in your childhood is the sheer joy of luring your brother down to the same puddle after he steals your diary and reads it out loud to everyone on the school bus.


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Friday, July 19, 2013

Eau de Toilette.

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I used to get really bent out of shape when people would come to the farm to visit and then there would be that magic moment when they would sort of wander towards the door of the living room and whisper to whoever was closest ... "Do you have a bathroom?"

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"No." Of course we don't, we just wander into the trees, or behind the barn and do our business wherever ... you know ... like the cows ...

My grandmother told me it was not polite to make fun of people ... not even when they asked stupid questions. Neither was it my place, a mere child, to point out to an adult that the proper question was "WHERE is your bathroom." She said that would impolite as well because it assumes that they have a right to use the bathroom. I argued that no adult in their right mind could seriously think that while we were prepared to offer coffee, tea and cake ... we would be offended that they use our bathroom. Like what were we going to do ... send THEM out to wander into the trees, or behind the barn and do their business wherever ... you know ... like the cows ...

And then I moved to Australia and the little snotty kids behind the cash registers never even understand what I am trying to say and look at me blankly until my hubby steps up and explains "the TOILETS." I can't even argue because seriously BATHroom?? or even WASHroom? What are we? So polite we can't even acknowledge what we all know we want it for??

It made me think a lot about the whole childhood conversations ....

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. . . and I figure us Canadians are just plain retards ....

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Thursday, July 18, 2013

The Deep Dark Woods.

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I was never really afraid of woods as a kid. I embraced all those fairy tales where Red Riding Hood met the wolf, Hansel and Gretel met the witch and things grabbed people and thought .... "I like the woods!" and "Those woods could be really useful to me."

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Showing no fear was a survival method on the prairies ... at least it was with my brother. I mean you could scream when you saw the worm and forever be looking over your shoulder (and under your bed, and in your purse and in yoour spaghetti) for worms to appear OR you could see the worm, take the worm, and put the worm on your hook . . .  and put that issue to bed.

I put a lot of things to bed.

I was like Nyquil only with naturally curly hair.

So I learned to love the woods and I chose to be on my brother's team because to choose anything else was basically to choose death and I still wanted to pet a Koala one day.  The woods became our playground, our escape, our silent partner in crime.

We left a lot of good things in the woods ... our imagination, our innocence, our childhood ...

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. . . and 2 or 3 of our city cousins that irritated the heck out of us ....

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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

An Explanation.

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You know when you are running to catch the bus that is leaving for camp . . .
 
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and then suddenly your feet get caught up in your rain coat which is hanging out of your back pack and you go flying and your suitcase spills out on the ground and all the cookies your gran baked for you get smushed and the bus pulls out without you and someone comments that they didn't know there was a speed bump in the parking lot as the bus runs over you and you hear everyone singing "The Wheels on the Bus" and they are laughing and planning all the fun they are going to have and you are just left flat out on the parking lot bleeding a little bit from one ear?
 
And then you go to the hospital and have to stay for a few days and you are watching the facebook posts of everyone having a great time and swimming and hiking and riding horses and you desperately look for some way to get up to camp, another bus, someone's mom heading up ... but there is just no way to get there and so you go home and you have relatives show up from out of town, and then the pool pump goes, and there is a matter in the community that needs your urgent attention and your best friend needs you in court for a character witness because her mom can't make it and then your own mom gets sick and then you get invited out to an awards dinner for you and all the while you are looking at the pics on facebook about camp and still there is no way to get there and even when you try to call your buddy who is up there having a blast ... the lines are all busy?
 
That is my life right now.
 
I can't get into anything when I have 2 seconds to log into SL and so I am just looking at the pics everyone is posting of their summer in SL before I have to run. 
 
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I know no-one really cares but me and in the scheme of things SL is not my life but I would be lying to say I didn't feel bad.
 
 
So you sit down and cry and feel sorry for yourself and someone asks what is up and you say you are missing out on camp and that person looks at you like you are mental because they see you having this awesome summer at your house that they wish they had because you really do have this awesome life, and awesome family and awesome stuff going on and then the words of a Leonard Cohen song "Bird on a Wire" goes through your head ... "I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
 
 
And you feel like a big whiney baby.
 
 
I am giving myself a time out and I am not allowed off my chair until I realize I no longer wear a cape.
 

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Sunday, July 14, 2013

The Pipes of the Prairies.

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I had an uncle who smoked a pipe. He was the same uncle who had a stuffed crocodile in front of his fireplace. You can understand, on the Canadian Prairies ... it was kind of a big deal.

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There was a rumour that someone had a stuffed cow in front of their fireplace but no-one really cared. We liked the crocodile.

And he was my uncle so I was popular by association.

He smoked a pipe. I liked the smell of it.

And then there was that one Sunday afternoon when we were supposed to be in the Library reading and leaving the grownups to do their Sunday afternoon grownup thing and I thought it would be a swell idea to see if you could actually blow bubbles out of his pipe like that Bugs Bunny cartoon we had seen 5 million times. It really was not my fault, none of the other kids argued with me or said anything like "Oh no Blissy, we should not do that." They were pretty much in their sheep costumes and ready to go. I can't help it if I was the only Shepherd in the bunch.

So my brother got the pipe and I got the dish soap and we escaped out the french doors into the garden, went around by the atrium and hid behind the caragana bushes. Since we had been forbidden to go near them after we convinced some city cousins that those little pods not only looked like peas, they WERE peas, and they should eat them, eat lots of them . . . we figured they would never think to look for us there. Most children learn their lessons after not being able to sit down for a week but what can I say, we were a little slow sometimes.

I actually thought it was funny that they thought they were chickens and were trying to peck their way through the window into the house but there just is no knowing if parents even have a sense of humour really when you think about it.  My cousins even sounded like chickens and I thought the way they had shredded their clothes to look like feathers was really imaginative and artistic.

Anyways we filled the pipe with soap and tried to blow. Nothing happened. Well no bubbles happened. A bunch of dish soap came out the other end. Then my one cousin got confused and inhaled and almost died and we frankly got bored and put the pipe back and forgot all about it. I went to write letters to the television people about truth in cartooning and the fragile minds of children and the other kids went to see if there were any cows that needed tipping.

And then my uncle went to smoke his pipe and I guess he almost died too on that first inhale. What happened next is kind of blurred in my memory but I remember hearing some swear words for the first time ever and then my uncle yelled at my aunt and accused her to trying to clean his pipe because she always said it was a "flithy habit," and there was more screaming and suddenly we had to go and no-one said anything, mainly because I was choking my brother in the back seat and threatening him with death if he told. The weeks went by and the divorce was finalized and my uncle and his crocodile and his pipe left never to be seen again.

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I added a PS to my letter to the television executives. Those people ruined lives.

Bugs Bunny is a homewrecker.


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Saturday, July 13, 2013

Parents Warned Their Kids About Me.

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I was always the kid that the other kids parents forbade them to hang out with.

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They accused me of leading their child astray, and of being a bad influence.  My own grandparents forbade my brother to hang out with me.

I think those types of parents should have to meet you later in life and apologize. There should be some kind of big ceremony where they call up the wrongly accused children and then all those parents should have to stand up and put their hands over their hearts and repeat some kind of solemn oath like:

I, (insert name here), was clearly an ass years ago when my children were in school. I wanted to pretend that my child was perfect and other children were to blame. I now understand, and take full responsibility for, the ass that my child actually is. I offer my sincerest apology to Bliss Windlow for ever implying she was a bad influence, for running her out of town, and for making her cry. I should be tar and feathered. I am pond scum.

And then they should have to like give me all kinds of money . . . and a parade . . . and offer me cool things that they made just for me while they went to rehab for 18 weeks to come to terms with the fact that they sucked as parents and were wrong.

 I want to see pictures where they were forced to stand for hours and look at pictures of me ... and then pictures of driven snow .... and see all the similarities.

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Update: Unfortunately Bliss will not be able to finish this post on account of there seems to be a problem with her flu and cold medicine she has been taking ...

She is a little out of touch with reality.

. . . trust me when I tell you those parents knew exactly what they were doing.

 
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Friday, July 12, 2013

Wet T-Shirts for Seniors.

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My grandparents thought it would be good for my sense of community for me to volunteer at the Old Folks Home on the weekends. It also meant that I would not be hanging around the hired men while they castrated the calves and asking them if they understood irony.

 I think they thought a "bunch" of grandparents might succeed where a couple of them had failed and that perhaps it took a whole "home" to raise a "child."

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I went.

I organized a wet t-shirt contest.

Well ... it wasn't exactly a wet t-shirt contest. It was a water balloon fight - men against the women. Evidently arthritis, coupled with lots of rings, often causes "accidents" as one attempts to "throw" a water balloon ... even if the men were only a couple of feet away from them despite the 15 minute head start to "run."

I knew the men would all throw like girls which meant the women would be worse than that so I wanted to at least give them a chance ... you know build their self esteem and all. The men always win at the jello grab even though sometimes what they grab is not technically jello.

So the women would grab a balloon and either drop it in their lap where it would explode ... or hold it and then their fingers or rings would explode it all down their fronts. The men stood in shock . . . . many of them having no idea what they were seeing ... it had been that long. Some of them wet their pants, although they tried to blame it on the balloons despite the fact it was not even their turn and they had no water balloons. 

Yup, we had grannies in wet nighties.

Then everything got out of hand and everyone had to be further hosed down and I was frankly traumatized.

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I am pretty sure that is why I never fully committed to burning my bra later.

The mind cannot unsee what it has seen.

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Thursday, July 4, 2013

Swinging.

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I had this great great great uncle who was really a great uncle. He was my favourite.

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He was my favourite because he was always on the kids side. He aided and abetted our disobedience, our exploration of life, and our ability to play with object usually hidden from us and reserved for the very maturely responsible.

That's right, he let us drive tractors all over the place.

And he built the most amazing barn swing ever.

He hooked up to the highest pinacle of the barn so that if we ever figured out how to drive the tractor, or ride a cow up there, we would not even have to dismount before we grabbed hold, held on for dear life, and screamed as we sailed from one end of the barn to the other and back again. We had knots to stand on so we could really fly.

He told me once that he built it because he liked to swing sometimes too.

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When he died I just knew he would skip the whole angels singing in a Heavenly Chorus thing and that he would be swinging on the baddest rope swing he could find. I think that is the best manifestation of a free soul that remembers what it is to be a child and to laugh just for the sheer joy of having the wind through your hair.

To me that is heaven.

I am not big on hymns, or choir outfits.


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